Necromancy log 001

Beyern was walking about the forest, the full moon looming over him.

Today he wasn't going to be doing any of that religious nonsense, he's currently in the middle of seeing if he could get some books about blacksmithing.

Today, well yesterday probably, he gained his second ordaining.

The other five gods aren't as easy as the previous two, Quanta is all about money and will pick you up no matter what if you're rich, and Cercil only cares if you have faith and are not ordained by any other church.

The others are more about 'Those who don't match our god aren't allowed in.'

Beyern's already been working on Xenxilir with his hunting, and the blacksmithing is just a bit of knowledge to support a bluff he'll use when dealing with them; An 'Arcane blacksmith' he'll be in their eyes.

Even if that bluff doesn't work due to an archetype crystal being in the area, he'd just show he was a mage with a few spells, but getting those spells that he wanted to showcase to the public take time to learn.

And then he'd steal the show from Veinstlat and Pramtisqe with the support he'd get from the other four churches, and then he'd finally pay a priest from Quytza for the last one.

Though he didn't honestly expect to infiltrate every single church, that'd be way to optimistic! Believers from Veinstlat are fickle, and those of Pramtisqe are narcissistic.

Right now he was pretty certain that Xenxilir and Quytza were alreadly stuck in his abyssal maw. But the others weren't that certain.

So today he would finally stop putting it off; [Necromancy].

It had helped him through many rough times, somewhat indirectly, and Beyern was not one to abandon an old friend.

Today, he would start his journey as a necromancer, ranking up all the way to- At least- master rank.

'There it is.' He thought, as he spotted a beyklir a small ways away. He took out his sword as he wistled.

The mamilian creature took notice, and let it's instincts do the thinking for it as it rushed towards him with all it's might.

It would avenge it's breathern with this leap, a bite to the neck that would put one who had massacred it's kind to rest, it would become the hero of all be-

And then it's throat was pierced.

Beyern shook his head as he wiped down his sword, not wanting to get it's scabbard dirty, beyklir were so pathetic that even he felt a slight bit of pity appear within the dead, long since rotting, heart inside his chest.

Keyword; Slight.

He layed the carcass openly across the ground, starting to channel the mana through his circuit.

and when a total of 10 mana had been reached, he started to think. Think of the carcass by the river, think of all the dead beyklirs he killed pilling up into a mountain of decay, an old and dead tree, all thoughts and memories put into the box, then mix the mana with that, and... Done!

Then with that lightly aspected death mana, push it inside of the centre of the corpse, preferably at the heart, and wait.

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Nothing.

That meant even more mana, another 10 mp down the drain!

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Nothing.

That meant it demanded even more blood sacrifices!

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Even more?

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And then a twitch was captured by Beyern's eye, and then another, and then another one that finally had enough impact to allow it to put it's foot to the ground.

It slowly stood up as its eye and and other parts of it started to decay at a visible rate, and then it fell to the ground again, a spoilt and decayed piece of filth.

This wasn't an attempt at the creation of undead, this was a little test to see if non-human undead could be made just like humanoid ones, or if they needed special processes or something.

He quickly cross-referenced how [Necromancy] said to wire-up a human frame with a mental diagram of a Beykril's insides.

After ten minutes of comprehension, his first draft had been formulated.

And with another victim, Beyern, instead of just throwing in death mana, started to quickly look over it's physiology 'Measure twice, cut once.' He thought.

He created a line of mana the size of a thread, it had been compressed at a ratio of 2 mp for every 1 mp in value, or 1:2!

Yes, Beyern had gotten annoyed at having to think an entire sentence to attribute how much he compressed something, so he would use the power of numbers!

He was a member of the Quanta church, being ordained by a god that absolutely loves the use of numbers in place of words in mathmatics and the like, so it was appropriate to show his faith in this way!

-Probably, though that wasn't really in his mind when he thought of it.

He drew the string from the middle of the Beyklir's body mass to the end of one of it's six limbs, then he repeated for each limb. Then he did the same for the head and neck, though there the string had two ends, the centre of the head and the end of the jaw. For now the tail could be ignored.

Then he repeated the process with death mana.

'That's step 1,' He thought 'Then to get joints working.'

Sadly, if he were to achor the two strings right away, the undead creature of his creation would not be able to move, since it'd basically be a stick figure.

Now, he had to get serious, he put all his focus on [Necromancy] plundering all it's support for his own benefit while also praying for {Mana-manipulation} to do all the heavy lifting.

Then, at the carcas' top-right leg's knee, he focused, as if what he was doing was cleaning the only dirt on his multi-million gold company.

Three 7-meter strings with a ratio of 5:1 were weaved into a spherical ball going over the string he had made previously, and-

His control failed and all of the mana dispersed.

He frowned a slightly bit, something like this hadn't happened since the first day he got his class. Which meant this was prime training material!

He would never back down from the challenge, his honor as a necromancer depended on it! He would give no quarter!

He quickly took out another string and passed it over one of the rings, then created another set of 7m 5:1 strings.

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In an alleyway within the city of trade, Bacallu, you could hear someone's hasty steps, as she ran away from another victim 'Hehe, what a loser.' A sneer resounding in her mind.

Her clothes were ragged, dirty, and of poor quality. Her face was quite good, her beauty still piercing through the dirt on her face. A bag in her hand that showed brown coins.

She quickly turned to another alleyway, and quickly hid into a ball to the side of a wall, putting the bag of coins behind her, a few moments afterwards a man passed by, chasing after the thief that took his money.

Seeing him pass by, she chuckled slightly as the street urchin she is, and looked at the puffy coinbag. But after a few looks, she frowned 'Why are there only coppers?! I thought this'd be a great haul!'

She gnashed her teeth slightly, cursing the man who attempted to look rich. They were rare, but they were annoying nonetheless.

She sighed as she stood up, it was still better than normal.

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Having failed 17 times, Beyern tried once again.

Focusing, the strings once again attempted to form into a ball of mana, not the regular ball, but something that might look like it from afar.

If you looked closely, the strings were aranged into four sections with small threads connecting them all. With the last of the 1:5 thread layed out, Beyern couldn't help but exhale out of relief, he had never met such a wall before, failing seventeen times?

That was for commoners, he believed, but now he has seen the immensity of heaven and earth!

Considering how difficult it was too make one of those 'Joint balls'- as he calls the for now, since he didn't get an official word for them- It'd be better to turn it into a spell for now, and do the other limbs too.

But considering that keeping it like so might increase {Mana-manipulation} beyond the Jail of stars... Decisions, decisions; To take a chance on training, or be more certain of future class titles...

It was a hard choice to be totally honest, surpassing the Jail of stars is a must if he wanted to go beyond rank 3 within this limited life with any form of confidence.

The Jail of stars, is not actually a jail- As you might've guessed- But instead the realm of mastery where it is counted in stars. You see, the effects of a rank-up increase if you surpass the Jail of stars while also retaining the abilities of the mastery beyond said jail.

-While needing to do the same as someone not having surpassed the Jail of stars to increase mastery afterwards.

It was a choice between; the 'Future' and the 'Present'.

Did he want to have some power now, or did he want to have incredible power in the future. Did he want some power now which he could use against dangerous opponents now, or did he was a lot of power in the future with which he could dominate the sky.

'I, Beyern,' He concluded 'Shall forge the future!' He wasn't going to be some mediocre loser like the rest, he'd rather be dead than not being one of- If not the- Best.