Chapter 216: G.o.d of Mischief
Inside the underground facility below the Wayne Manor, a black-haired mage was carrying different variations of magic spells and trying to mix the different specimens of corpses and bones.
Unlike Kahn, Ceril had an inherent understanding of his abilities & magical skills that were pa.s.sed down to him from the memories of the undead summoner. Just that he too needed to practice and get experienced so he could make his own body compatible with the skills first.
At this moment, he was still in his human form and hence, his attributes were reduced by 20 levels. But to diligent researchers like him, this was also an opportunity to test his limits and improve upon them.
In front of him were 14 dried dead bodies. Each of them belonging to different species such as humans, demi-humans, centaurs, botirs and thralls.
Many cut-down limbs and torsos were now placed in a wide and long wooden table that could hold a feast in a certain magic school that had a princ.i.p.al who always gave all the points to Gryffindor.
Ceril was writing down the log of the experiments after trying to attach different body parts together and then summon that specimen as his undead.
"Day 5, Log 73.
The new specimen shows signs of synergy between body parts I added but yet it hasn"t been able to react to all the mana output.
Even the undead summoning magic failed to keep this specimen intact for more than 5 minutes before the body itself broke down and in some cases, it crumbled down and turned into dust." spoke Ceril as he wrote in the book at the same time.
From the past 5 days, he was visiting and robbing new graveyards at night. And in the new facility he redesigned to meet his needs, he started studying and creating new undead and skeletal soldiers using the dead bodies.
He cut, molded and sewed limbs from different species and attached them together. Ceril had been trying to summon these creatures as his undead but for reasons unknown, the new resultant specimens were not sustainable.
This problem didn"t happen when he created undead soldiers from a single intact body.
The majority of the experiments crumbled and broke down after a short time of the summoning, rendering his efforts useless.
"Day 5, Log 74.
I"m making steady progress but the difference in mana structure present in these test subjects is prohibiting a result that is compatible and possesses all of their abilities. At this rate, the supply will not meet the demand. I need more bodies for further research." said Ceril aka Dr. Frankenstein.
Given the number of trials and errors he had to go through, Ceril noticed that it wasn"t effective & the quant.i.ty was very lacking for the long term.
To improve his skills and efficiency as a Necromancer, he needed more resources.
Since his master was in closed room studies of magic, he couldn"t ask for help either as he knew how hard it was for anyone to comprehend & master the ins and outs of magic.
"Hmm… I guess I have no choice but to shake some trees." he said and left the facility to do his daily daytime job as one of the people running the Bloodborne company.
Baltimore Cemetery
One of the largest cemeteries that spanned for 5 kilometers long and held the graves of over 10,000 deceased people in Rukon District.
Even getting a couple of meters of s.p.a.ce for your burial site cost a lot. It was manageable for humans but for the other species who normally sized much bigger in height and width, it was an exorbitant amount.
So only the rich and powerful who wanted a well-mandated and sizable tomb as their resting place would come to buy out the plot here.
There were even master rank guards left in charge of the security measures.
What the rich feared the most was that someone desecrating their resting place or rob their belongings that would be buried with them. For the upper cla.s.s of the society, they wanted to die as someone rich while being buried with money and costly ornaments.
And hence, many opted for such highly secured cemeteries that ensured the safety of their tombs.
During the night, inside the main office building of this cemetery management that was placed at the far left, a blue demonkin knocked on a door.
"Sir, there"s someone to see you." said the attendee.
"Let them in." ordered a yellow 3 meter tall Wolfkin who emitted the aura of a peak master rank individual.
Step! Step!
A set of footsteps were heard as a mage dressed in black robes who held a black scepter in his hands walked in.
The Lionkin gestured the mage to sit on the seat across his table and spoke.
"How may I help you?" he asked.
"Greetings, mister Logan."
Said the mage and pa.s.sed out a s.p.a.ce ring over the table.
"What"s this?" asked Logan, the wolfkin.
"Check the contents and you might get an idea why I am here." said the shoulder-length silver-haired human mage.
As soon as Logan checked what was inside, he was left frozen on the spot.
He looked at the mage with eyes full of disbelief and asked with a curious tone.
"The ring has 10 million gold coins.. This much amount.. What do you want?" he asked.
"I a.s.sume you"re fully aware of what could someone like me with money to spend need from someone like you who manages and runs this vast graveyard that houses so many deceased people." said the mage in black in a benign tone. Completely unaffected by this query.
Logan gave him an understanding gaze as if this wasn"t his first time facing such a situation.
He took out an isolation artifact and sealed the room.
"At least tell me your name first before we get to business." he said in a stern tone.
To his question, the mage didn"t reply with words but instead, he quickly released his aura extremely dense and domineering aura that instantly filled the entire room.
[A Peak Grandmaster!] thought Logan with an aghast expression.
"Oh, where are my manners.. I apologize for the late introductions. I have had many names but these days, people call me…"
He took a pause and then continued in a mischievous tone.
"Loki."
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[[Author : Reference Art for Ceril in his Loki form given in chapter comments. Check it out]]