Chapter 33: Mythical Class
A dimension of uninhabited, flat land.
More than a million humanity engaged in combat with a million undead soldiers.
The majority of the humans were armed with swords and spears, but there were also a few users of magic and holy energy among the crowd.
However, the undead came in a wide variety.
No, they were so numerous and had such strange appearances that it was difficult to categorize them as the undead.
Three Wolf headed Cerberus, vampires with monkey bodies, zombies with demonic wings, skeletons with Pegasus' horns pierced through both hands, and more.
They weren't just distinct in appearance; they were also much more powerful than the average undead.
They even possessed a remarkable capacity for independent thought and cognitive capacities.
It was disproven that zombies were merely dead bodies that were still moving.
The human race strove vainly to defend its territory.
After the battle, a mountain of bodies appeared in an instant.
There was only one word to describe this scene: ''massacre''.
A large skeleton wearing a red cape that is fluttering in the wind and on his head a golden crow. He was in the middle of all of this.
The King Of the Underworld.
Thousands of corpses were hauled off the ground and meticulously rebuilt into the shape of a giant as the King Of The Underworld raised his hand.
Then he muttered something in an unknown language.
"Death is a lovely thing"
Gwahhhhhhhhhh!
The behemoth let forth a thunderous roar.
The King of Underworld nodded as he looked at the enormous behemoth, which was so big it appeared to reach the sky.
"Isn't it fascinating how something made of just humans looks beautiful?"
All the corpses the King Of The Underworld passed by came to life as he marched.
Former battle companions were now tearing them apart, chewing on their hearts, and swinging weapons to try and sever their throats.
It was an incredibly gruesome scene.
Humans could do nothing except be powerless in the face of such a force.
" I'm the King and Ruler of the Underworld, everyone must worship death!"
The King Of The Underworld.
The Embodiment of Death.
The Personification Death.
*
His body was sweltering from the fever.
Before Ricky could successfully stand up from his position, he spent the entire day in a trance-like state after collapsing.
"What... was that a dream? "
Ricky had a dream that might have been in a movie while he was unconscious.
He received the impression that he had watched a war film on a large screen.
But everything seemed strangely vibrant. a dream that is more than just that.
Thump!
He stumbled and hit the ground again after tripping over his own legs.
Ricky made a small tongue click.
It appeared that before he could even consider what the dream is about, he had to tend to this poison first.
"Hmm, I couldn't get rid of all the poison," he said.
He recalled using herbs just before he passed out, but it didn't seem like they totally healed him.
Ricky opened his Dimensional Pouch and look for his survival kit. Inside his survival kit, three red potions still remain that can possibly heal him.
Ricky tried to drink one of them first. He almost vomits because of the bitterness, but still, he continued to drink all three of them.
It seems to be effective and he manages to gain slight immunity to poison.
"Oh, and...I have no doubt that messages appeared before I fell unconscious."
He could still picture certain phrases floating in front of him.
But he was unable to recall its content.
Ricky checked his Character Status to see what had changed while drinking some water produced by his magical item.
He started by assessing himself.
Name: Ricky
Class: Embodiment Of Death ( Mythical Class, King Of The Underworld)
Attributes:
Strength: 41 [ + 33 ]
Agility: 45 [ + 30]
Stamina: 41 [ + 30]
Magic Particles: 25 [ + 20 ]
" King Of The Underworld? "
The Embodiment Of Death!
"Mythical Class?"
It's not a secret class but a mythical class?
Ricky doesn't remember anyone in the past that obtain a mythical class. This is the place where Ricky must obtain the Personification Of Death but he receives something else.
He aspired to become a Personification Of Death because it was a class that was adept at dealing with a large number of foes.
But he couldn't claim it as a success if the Embodiment Of Death class was only efficient against a small number of foes.
He had to look closely at the classes he intended to obtain in the future.
Ricky opened his Character Skills.
Aside from [Fear and Terror] and [Warcry], this is what Ricky obtained.
[Creation Of Death] - You have the power to modify the undead you summon, once it is created. The rank of the undead will be determined by its abilities.
He felt as though he knew what the skill could do, even if he had only acquired one.
That wasn't just a dream, he said.
In his dreams, the transfigured undead.
Most likely, the ability to create that kind of creature was involved.
Million transformed zombies under the command of the King Of The Underworld slaughtered people.
If it was that strong, it would appear sufficient to repel the legions of Evil Commanders and their armies of Demons.
Ricky's worries have now vanished because this class is still a Necromancer type.
" Maybe the Embodiment Of Death Class is the upgraded version of Personification Of Death because the latter is only a secret class."
Additionally, he would gain more skills as he develops.
Ricky approached the big serpent that had died.
The monster was one of the Five Gatekeepers who tormented him the most.
Didn't it almost kill him?
He believed that using this corpse as an undead would be advantageous.
" Creation Of Death."
Saying a skill's name when you didn't know how to use it typically worked.
Soon after, Ricky's hands started to create a dark aura that quickly encircled the enormous serpent.
{ The corpse is in a bad condition. }
{ Skill rank is still low.}
{ There isn't a trace of creativity. }
{ Creation score 0. }
{ All the abilities of this undead will be only 50% from when it was alive.}
Swosh!
Slowly, the enormous serpent began to move.
"Does the undead's abilities decrease if the art score is zero?"
Nothing truly seemed to have changed at first.
The basic patterns and slow movement.
But with a glance, he saw that it was unquestionably weaker than before.
It merely appeared to be a massive undead gigantic serpent. All he was able to say was that.
It was insignificant in comparison to the undead in his dream who moved independently, had independent thought, and overpowered the humans.
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