Meat Shield? Acquired!

"Oh, does this mean only monster meat could give me the evolution points. Then let's have a feast tonight" Montu said to himself.

His gaze fell upon another goblin, a spark of hope rekindled. He sank his teeth into the flesh, the creature groaned and stumbled to its feet, eyes glazed over with newfound servitude. A grin or something similar stretched across Montu's face.

"Plague Sorcery"

MP=180/200

Plague Sorcery proficiency increased

(60/100)

With a morbid curiosity, Montu raised his bone-white blade, a sliver of moonlight catching the edge. He brought it down upon the newly reanimated corpse, severing its head in a single, swift stroke. The body crumpled, the life Montu had gifted so fleetingly snuffed out.

He ate a part of it, yet no evolution points materialized.

'I guess I can't get the points from zombiefied goblins.'

He repeated the grisly process, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying stench of decay. Each fallen puppet added to his growing proficiency.

Plague Sorcery proficiency increased (100/100)

[Plague Sorcery is leveling up,

Plague Sorcery leveled up to level 2]

Plague Sorcery[Lvl 2]

The User is 12% more likely to infect someone when biting.

The user is able to control the infected being completely.

Able to control 3 infected for the current skill level.

In control =1/3

MP required = 20

Proficiency:(0/200)

'I will have to turn 10 people, for this to level up again, but I don't want to waste my precious meat. Let's just eat all the remaining goblins.' Thought Montu.

There were 51 goblins and a Hobgoblin.

Montu only infected only 3 before leveling up his skill. He doesn't have enough Mana to level up the skill again.

So he ate the remaining 48 goblins, including the one he ate at the start.

[Evolution points=144]

His gaze fell upon the hulking form of the Hobgoblin, a challenge gleaming in its sightless sockets.

He didn't eat the Hobgoblin, he wanted to turn him into a zombie,and if he didn't turn, he could eat him anyways.

"This would be no mindless thrall, but a warlord of the undead, a shield against the storm yet to come."

He sank his teeth into the Hobgoblin's flesh, not once, but multiple times, a desperate plea whispered in the language of flesh and gore, this doesn't do anything, but just for his peace of mind.

After a while he started to move, Montu quickly used Plague Sorcery to enslave him.

The red mist swirled, engulfing the Hobgoblin's form.  

Slowly, the creature stirred, its eyes flickering with the unnatural glow of undeath.

The eyes which were poked before it died were exuding a red hue.

Montu checked his profile.

?????

Race= Undead (Zombie)

(controlled)

Lvl=8 Exp points=(679/800)

Strength=11

Speed=6

Endurance=17

Mana=0

Mind=0

HP=700/700

Stat points=0

Skills=Roar[Lvl 3]

         =Sword slash[Lvl 3]

         =Raging punch[Lvl 2]

'His strength and speed decreased but health and endurance increased, he will be a good puppet to shield me from danger.' Thought Montu

A meaty shield, a silent bodyguard.

He didn't even bother to name him, for names held no solace in this dance of death. It was a tool, an instrument for his use.

Twenty-eight days remained in his twisted exile, a countdown to the reckoning with living players.

'Now, where should I head to? Umm...Let's just walk, we will eventually reach somewhere.'

System=●_●

'This game is more mysterious than I imagined it to be.'

Plague Sorcery proficiency increased

(80/200)

'It increased four times more, than it increases when turning a goblin' thought Montu.

With Happy bouncing at his feet and the controlled Hobgoblin lumbering behind, Montu set off. He had no map, no guide.

They walked for hours, the moon replacing the sun in its celestial dance. Just as dawn cracked the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, they stumbled upon a sight.

A ghost town. A collection of ramshackle huts, maybe sixty in all, stood silent and empty. No smoke curled from chimneys, no figures scurried about their daily tasks. It was as if someone had sucked the life from the village, leaving behind an eerie shell.

Curiosity gnawed at his undead self. "Abandoned?" he rasped, the sound echoing off the deserted dwellings. "Let's check."

He reached into the system, fingers brushing against the cool interface. With a thought, he purchased a new shirt, a modern one adorned with a cute slime monster and grinning hobgoblins. Jeans followed suit, thirty coins total, a small price for a semblance of normalcy in this macabre world.

With a swift motion, he equipped the clothes directly from the inventory, watching with amusement as his tattered garb dissolved into pixels. He glanced at the controlled Hobgoblin, its vacant eyes reflecting the rising sun.

He stepped into the village, the silence pressing down on him like a physical weight.

When he neared the first hut, his undead senses picked up the murmur of voices within, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that blanketed the rest of the village. Curiosity tugged at him, a spark amidst the cold amd empty village.

Suddenly, a loud clang echoed through the clearing, a bronze bell announcing danger with each insistent boom. Montu spun around, his eyes narrowing as figures emerged from the ramshackle huts, swords glinting in the morning sun. Fear hung thick in the air, their eyes wide with a strange mix of terror and fascination when they saw him and his macabre entourage.

He couldn't help but relish the raw fear flickering in their gazes. These weren't seasoned adventurers, hardened by countless battles. These were simple villagers, their crude armor and shaky hands betraying their unease. They held their weapons like children wielding broomsticks, unsure of how to approach a monster ripped from their nightmares.

No one dared to move forward and deal the first blow and Montu was enjoying the look of terror and desperation on their faces.