Niko yelled aloud his honest thoughts, he truly wished to learn how to create a life. He needed minions, henchmen and capable subordinates to help him out in his conquests.
Humans of his world would be an obvious choice, but they were untrustworthy and may even become jealous of him and call some researchers over to dissect his body and discover the source of his System.
Humans of other worlds would fear him, but the thing was that they could betray him without hesitation once they have knowledge and may become complacent and think of themselves higher than others.
Either way it was a bad idea, humans were difficult to handle. He knew that he could not completely handle everything by himself, unless of course he obtained the power to create clones of himself.
But even then he knew that having subordinates were better, he imagined that if he made too many clones he'd lose his sense of self and forget who was the original which was dangerous for his mental health.
Though knowing that their Host was possibly being paranoid, the System agreed to his requests and gave out a Grimoire.
A light orb popped out above him, fading away into a leather bound rust coloured book. It flipped open as he caught it, aged and worn out paper bristling his fingers.
The texts on the pages were written in English, translated by his Universal Translation ability, "Viscous Body Organism. Stone Imitator- Aemulus Lapis.* Cyclopes?"
Each pages depicted a certain monster, each vividly drawn and well described. One creature interested him the most however, and that was Devils.
Depicted as a humanoid figure cloaked in shadows from below the waist and it's entire arms, revealing its muscular form and grey pigmented skin. It had long lanky arms and two bat-like wings that were seemingly slashed at and punctured.
Horns protruded from its forehead, wavy flowing hair emboldened in a dark blue shine, the devil's face had two lines stemming from its nose bridge downwards curving to the sides of its jaws, its jagged teeth were an unnatural bleached colour, creeping Niko out.
They were high level Demons that reside in the Shadow Land of the Netherworld. The texts had described the race as malevolent creatures of the Netherworld, ravaging lands and causing calamities across countless realms.
They utilised all sorts of strange magic that was considered Forbidden in the Human Realms due to it carrying an immense Nether Mana. The Negative energy scattered and birthed to the Miasma that transforms living beings that breath it in into Demons.
The Miasma withered all flora, give rise to droughts, greedily consumed magical energy and caused painful deaths. They were the perfect subordinates for someone who destroys worlds.
To Niko he did not care about their origins. As long as they were willing to follow him and did nothing to upset his moral standing, it would work out fine.
Too bad that the only way to summon one was through a specific ritual that he currently had no materials to make it work, so he could only hope that next time he could summon a Devil.
"Hm? What's this?" The next page depicted a creature that was very familiar to him. An emaciated figure, wide eyed whitened eyes, slackened jaws and above all rotting skin with gangrene all over the body, yet still perfectly intact.
The first sentence was what intrigued him the most, "Those that live amongst the dead, yet still breath as one of the living- The Undead."
Creatures that have been bought back to life, their existence was discovered after a failed resurrection. Necromancers use them as cannon fodder during battles, mindless beings with no sense of self or control.
Living as servants to the one that had awakened them. There are many types of Undead, they are split into two categories Incorporeal Spirits and Living Corpses.
Examples of the former would obviously be Ghosts, Poltergeists, Shades and Wraiths. While Jiangshis, Draugrs, Ghouls and Liches fall under the latter.
Although Necromancy was considered a forbidden magic, it's not illegal in almost all of the worlds, they just find it a revolting art.
And due to that, the System had gotten itself a Necromancy spell that purposely changes a corpse into an undead.
The more rotten the body, the more likely it was to change. "System what happens when you preserve a corpse?" Niko was interested in creating an Undead as they were loyal to the summoner, intelligent enough to comprehend simple tasks and could be easily killed at any given moment if they were to ever betray him.
And since he had a corpse at bay, may as well try. [The System's preservation methods are top notch. I can keep things that spoil easily up to centuries or even Millenia from expiring and going bad, making them as fresh as they were when they were placed into the System's Preservation Storage]. Niko smacked his lips, he was starting to get hungry after hearing all that.
Feeling his stomach rumble, he urged the System, "Ok, please get me the body of Jack Borlough and place him in the Operation Room." Spinning his chair around he went towards his closet pushing aside the doors before shutting himself in.
Turning on the flashlight on his phone he began to rustle around. Adjacent to the right door was seemingly a normal part of the doorframe.
He felt that it was weird but according to the System all he had to do was to press the two screws simultaneously.
'Click.'
The wooden piece popped off cleanly, "What the?" All of a sudden a buzzing sound rang in his ears as a metallic panel replaced the wooden piece, beeping noisily in the dark as several numbered buttons shone brightly under the flashlight.
His fears had become reality, the System had turned his closet into an elevator. But when he thought about it a little he soon realised that it wasn't such a bad thing.
"Ok System. You got me, so which ones the Operation Room?" Niko laughed it off, he was quite excited about this unexpected development.
Seeing that its Host wasn't going to reprimands it this time, the System happily replied, [Sixth button, downwards!]
Niko smiled as he pressed the two exact buttons, and down he went. Two heavy metallic sliding doors closed and the lights were on.
He felt a little nauseous as usually when he was on an elevator, but could not help but wonder what the room looked like as he travelled there.
Was it futuristic? Modern? Or something literally out of this world? With the System, who knew?
Fidgeting in anticipation he had not noticed that he already arrived. Then he looked up and was completely astonished.
It was a clean and spotless white room with massive light-stands at the side, the theatre was not empty however and had several life support machines at the ready, the floor was tiled with grey marble, completely different from what he had imagined.
On the far left of the room was a one-way mirrored room for spectators to see, he was unsure of the purpose of it being there, but it was most likely for aesthetic purposes or for making it look similar to operating theatres in hospitals.
It was dazzling, but if not for the fact that there was a naked headless man wrapped in white sheets strapped tight to an operation table.
"Well, at least you cleaned the blood. Now get me some fitting clothes and a sink to sanitise myself and if you can, find a way to grant me surgical knowledge, because I feel like I'll need it."