I arrived back at the guild hall just in time for supper, though I once again realized I had forgotten to have Azrael and Dabria clean themselves before having White Death teach them how to properly kill an animal cleanly. Maybe I should devote more stat points to intellect in order to see if it will improve my faulty thought process. Hell it may even make my creator more intelligent. Haha who am I kidding, god is god, but unless he's omnipotent, he's a complete idiot.
I didn't have any intention of returning to my undead for tonight, instead I would return to the library and finish inscriptioning the last few books that I had yet to copy. Looking into my inventory, I was quite glad that it was such a large space, and for the fact that the books stacked nice and neatly, even though they all had different names.
After finishing my meal, I made my way to the library and spent the night copying more books. By sunrise, I roughly had 85% of the library copied and in my inventory, and I could feel a raging excitement at the thought of having my own, insanely huge library of knowledge that I had gathered in the future. As a child, I loved learning how things worked, and trying to understand how and why everything occurred, I guess that's what made me ostracized by my parents since I was never really focused on doing chores and instead going off to watch a frog hunt a fly or seeing how the leaves fell from the trees. I also remember begging my father to teach me how to read and write, and when his fluency wasn't enough to read the stories the wandering bard would bring, I would ask the bard to teach me.
I smiled to myself thinking back to how I had always dreamed of becoming a hero, saving people, fulfilling a greater purpose so that I could be remembered and able to enter Gallavador's hall with no regrets. Now though, I didn't think Gallavador would be willing to accept me within his hall since I was now a monster.
I quickly made my way to my room so as to wash myself and prepare for the day. Opening the door, I paused as my heart spiked and began running like a wild horse within my chest. Lying on the floor, having been shoved through under my door, was a note that had five big black words on it. "I know what you are."
I quickly rushed into my room, shutting the door behind me with a little too much force, before grabbing the threat and rereading it several dozen times before it finally sank in. Someone knew I was a necromancer. I was no longer safe here. I would need to leave Hothal Aldu as soon as possible, but I wasn't ready yet. I only had a single copper piece to my name, and my undead still needed to gain some more strength before I felt that we could safely make our way south into the Low Hills of Eldora, a domain that humanity dared not step foot into due to the large concentration of powerful monsters.
I glanced at the back of the note but found no other message, and upon returning my focus upon the words written before me, I felt a spark of recognition though I couldn't figure out as to why or where I had seen this writing before. Not being able to place it, I set the note in my inventory and figured that all I could do was to continue acting as if everything was normal until the person either decided to show themselves to me, or turn me in and alert the guards.
If it were the latter, I would do whatever it took to run, even if it meant having to release my undead upon the village. As for the former, I hoped this would be the case and that they would be willing to negotiate, because if that were the case, I would have some chance of being able to gain a few things in my favor.
After quickly getting ready for the day, I made my way down for breakfast, once more feeling the ever watchful eyes upon me. After my meal, I went about my business as usual, going to class, having lunch, and then making my way to Donven's. Once again, I found Donven's place closed, and upon knocking on the door, I found him still looking as sick as a dog.
"You okay there boss?" Worry rang in my voice as I looked him over.
"I'll be fine boy, cough, cough, I just gotta finish fighting off this here cold and I'll be roaring to go. I'm sorry I won't be able to supply you with any coin fer today." He let out several deep racking coughs that caused his entire body to shake, and I felt concerned as I noticed little droplets of blood lingering on his lips and arm.
"I can go get Master Otto and see if he can diagnose you."
Shaking his head, "Ain't no need for that, I don't got ther money for him."
"It would be on me. Since I'm one of his students, and going to be a proper disciple in the future, he may be more willing to help." I tried to reason with him, but Donven was as stubborn as a mule and remained firm in his denial towards getting checked up.
With a heavy heart and a deep sigh, I left the butchery and made my way to the library. I didn't intend to return to my undead this afternoon after knowing that someone was watching me, as such I figured I could finish inscriptioning the library before dinner, and then head out after that.
Arriving at the library, I once again found no one except the librarian there. She was a sweet old lady who worked behind the counter, and she had once told me how her husband was the original founder and caretaker alongside her. After he had passed due to his age, she continued on, finding tranquility among the books.
I made my way to the back corner where I had been doing my inscription since day one, but before I grabbed a book and began copying, I figured it would be best for me to take a look and see how my undead had been doing.
[855]
[Level Up!]
[Gained 7 free status points]
[Gained 3 free skill points]
[Reached Level 5!]
[Analyzing Class … Mana Focused Class … Received Increased Mana]
[Analyzing Class … Necromancer … Alerting Loyalists]
[Analyzing Class Build … Legion Master … Unlocking New Assist Skill]
[Analyzing Skills … Poor Practitioner/Weak Ass Bitch … Unlocking New Class Combat Skill]
[Analyzing Window Alignment … Decent Organization … Improving Window Outlook]
[Grow Strong And Survive Champion! Orthodox waits for you!]
I blinked in complete stupefaction at what was floating in front of my eyes. I don't recall having ever heard from anyone about being analyzed and receiving assistance from the world system itself. Looking at the different notifications that flashed before my eyes, I tried making sense of the importance of this all.
For starters, I had gained two extra status points and one extra skill point, meaning it would be far easier to make myself stronger now. Though, I think everyone gets extra points upon reaching level 5, level 10, level 20, level 50, level 75, and finally level 100. I then looked at the analyses again, reading with excitement upon receiving an increase to my Mana, and I almost jumped to my stat window to see how much my mana had increased by, but I was able to hold myself back as I continued reading.
I wondered who these so-called Loyalists were, that the world system itself was willing to alert them to my presence, and at first I thought the world system might be alerting my enemies as to my existence and location. However, as I continued to read, I quickly realized that the world system appeared to be in favor of me, which I immediately realized that these so-called Loyalists were people or beings that I could then trust and most likely call as allies should I ever meet them.
Legion Master, huh. It's got a nice ring to it, and I guess my class build does look like that with the fact that by level 5 I had already summoned nearly ten undead, with one of them being able to create me an infinite army of undead. I once more felt excitement upon seeing that I had received a new class skill, and I couldn't wait to see what it was. As I continued reading, I couldn't tell if I should take offense to being called a weak ass bitch, or if I should just rejoice that I had received a new combat class skill. To be honest, I could feel a mixture of tears of joy, and dejected acceptance forming in my eyes upon reading that notification.
I wondered how my window had been changed, though I couldn't see what difference a change would impact upon it. And finally, I read the last notification as my heart spiked in fear while a gasp of shock escaped my lips. Orthodox The Traitor. Orthodox The Deceiver. Orthodox The Fallen God. The eternal enemy of the one rightful god Gallavador. Taking a shaky breath in an attempt to calm myself, I quickly refocused upon inscribing the last books so that I wouldn't have to come back to this library. I would look at all my new skills and information after I was surrounded by the safety of my undead, until then, I would have to hold off and wait. After all, shit just hit the fan.
If people were to find out I was a necromancer, I would most likely be killed and burned at the stake in an act of repentance. If people learned that I was Orthodox's champion… they would immediately act to destroy my soul, even going so far as to sacrifice me to Gallavador directly through the Blessed Rift that lay in the First Cathedral. I couldn't dream of ceasing to exist, and as such, I had no intention of being found out as Orthodox's champion.
...…
Deep in a red marshland, with large clouds of fog and swamp gas blocking out the sun, a glowing blue spirit began to cackle in an almost sinister glee as it looked at the notification that had appeared within its vision.
[The King Has Awakened! The Time Of Orthodox Draws Near!]