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Ah, the tangled web of crushes and undead escapades. While some folks glide through life with the ease of a swan on a pond, I'm more like a duck trying to waddle through a minefield. Instead of dreamy gazes and charming banter, my days are filled with dodging death stares and pondering the peculiarities of zombie etiquette.
Take Silver-Haired Enigma, for instance. This gal could give Medusa a run for her money with the way she shoots daggers from her eyes. But what really sets her apart is her uncanny ability to repel the undead. Seriously, they give her a wider berth than a kid with a cold sore at a kissing booth. Is it her scent? Or maybe she's just got a secret stash of zombie repellent tucked away somewhere.
But here's where things get really bonkers. Turns out, I've got a little superpower of my own—I can see mana. Yeah, that mystical life force stuff that's usually as invisible as my chances of winning the lottery. And let me tell you, those undead fellas are leaking mana like a busted fire hydrant, except it's not water—it's a gross, rotten brown color that screams "stay the heck away."
Naturally, my curiosity gets the best of me, so I sneak a peek at Silver-Haired Enigma's mana situation. And what do I see? A freaking disco ball of magic, shining brighter than a supernova on prom night. Her whole aura is practically doing the cha-cha with mana, and even the two lifeless bodies in her lap are getting in on the action.
In that moment, it hits me like a ton of enchanted bricks—I didn't just invent mana colors for my novel; I predicted the future. Who knew my imagination was so spot-on? It's like living in my own personal fantasy novel, complete with magical girls and zombie smackdowns.
So while other folks are out there wooing their crushes with smooth talk and fancy gestures, I'll be over here deciphering mana colors and dodging death glares. Ah, the perks of being a demon prince with a side of supernatural sight. It's a wild ride, but hey, at least it's never boring.
*Clang! Tap, tap, clang.*
*Bam!!*
"I found the Imperial Princess Luminia!" the knight bellowed to his comrades, sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. No wonder Silver-Haired Enigma was giving me the evil eye—she was royalty!
I pasted myself down in the shadows, I silently cursed my luck. Getting involved with knights and princesses was not on my agenda for the day. But fate had other plans, it seemed.
As the knights closed in, I couldn't help but notice Silver-Haired Enigma's regal demeanor. Her silver locks practically screamed "royalty," and her glare could rival that of a queen scorned. But before I could dwell on her royal lineage any further, the situation took a turn for the worse.
To my horror, one of the knights drew a knife and aimed it straight at Silver-Haired Enigma. My brain screamed at me to stay out of it, but my body had other ideas. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled stupidity, I launched myself at the knight, knocking him off balance and sending the princess tumbling to safety.
Now, you might think I had a plan, a grand strategy to outwit the knights and save the day. Nope. I was flying by the seat of my pants, with no clue what to do next. But hey, at least I managed to prevent a royal stabbing, right?
Dragging Silver-Haired Enigma to the safety of a dark corner, I couldn't help but chuckle nervously. Here I was, playing hero in a dimly lit room with a bunch of knights blindly swinging swords. It was like a scene straight out of a low-budget fantasy flick, complete with dramatic lighting and questionable fight choreography.
But as the knights stumbled around in the darkness, their determination to capture the princess never wavering, I couldn't help but admire their persistence. I mean, who needs night vision when you've got unwavering dedication to your job, right?
So there I was, crouched in the shadows, with a princess in tow and a bunch of knights playing blind man's bluff. Ah, the joys of being a reluctant hero in a world gone mad. Who needs a script when you've got chaos and comedy in equal measure?
But clearing away all my jokes, the real advantage I had was being able to see the mana colors surrounding those knights. It was like having a cheat sheet in a game where everyone else was playing blindfolded. And speaking of blindfolds, the undead and zombies were oddly focused on us, like a bunch of spectators at a bizarre show. But what really threw me for a loop was their behavior—they were actually protecting "her." Why on earth would mindless undead go out of their way to shield someone?
As I racked my brain for answers, it hit me like a ton of enchanted bricks. Mana wasn't just some mystical energy—it was like a muscle, a guiding force that dictated actions and thoughts. It was as if these zombies were operating on autopilot, their movements influenced by the mana swirling around them. It was a bit like muscle memory, but with a magical twist. And unless they were running on empty, these undead were like puppets dancing to the mana's tune.
So there I was, surrounded by knights, zombies, and a whole lot of magical mumbo-jumbo. Just another day in the life of a reluctant hero with a supernatural sight. Who needs coffee when you've got undead drama and mana mysteries to keep you awake?
"Think... Think... Think... More!" I muttered to myself, racking my brain for a foolproof plan to escape with Silver-Haired Enigma.
As I furiously brainstormed, a sudden epiphany struck me like a lightning bolt. It was as if a bell had chimed in my head or a light bulb had suddenly flickered to life. With renewed determination, I began crafting a strategy to outsmart our captors and make our daring escape.
With the undead and zombies brimming with mana, I pondered how I could leverage their mystical energy to our advantage. I squeezed my brain tighter than a tube of toothpaste, searching for a way to win their loyalty and turn the tables in our favor.
Then, like a beacon of hope, I noticed the radiant aura of Silver-Haired Enigma's mana. It sparked an idea so brilliant, it left me speechless. Drawing upon the power of "The Ring of People," I transformed my own mana into a pure, shining light—akin to an average white mana. And in that moment, something remarkable happened.
"Th-this are rotten corpse... Memories," I murmured to myself in awe.
Through the mana connection, I glimpsed fragments of their past lives—loyal servants who had once cared for Silver-Haired Enigma. There were six in total, including the two unfortunate souls who had perished earlier.
Two zombies and two undead... I mused, formulating a plan to earn their trust. Pouring my mana into the earth and up through their decaying bodies, I rewrote their memories with my own illusions.
"Trust me. I will protect her," I declared within the depths of their consciousness, my words echoing through their altered memories. And in response, their once-rotten brown mana began to glow with the purity of a white-clad priest, their spectral forms grinning in approval.
[!!]
[The User used a Skill: "Demon control." You've gained the trust of the undead and zombies, as they are counted as demons. You can now control them as much as you like.]
As the red screen window flashed with this revelation, a surge of triumph washed over me. With the undead and zombies now under my command, our chances of escape had just skyrocketed. It was time to put my newfound power to the test and lead us to freedom.
Curious, isn't it? How I managed to pull off such a feat. It may sound simple in hindsight, but let me tell you, it was no walk in the park. I had to squeeze my brain so hard, I'm surprised it didn't spring a leak then and there. But with Omega's knowledge swirling around in my noggin, I had a few tricks up my sleeve.
Observing those undead minions, it became clear that they were more than mindless drones. They had a purpose, a loyalty to Silver-Haired Enigma that ran deeper than the Mariana Trench. Their movements, their actions—they all revolved around protecting her, even if they didn't realize it themselves. But why they dragged me into this mess remained a mystery.
As I pondered their strange behavior, a lightbulb flickered to life in my mind. Thanks to Omega's knowledge, I realized that I could use their connection to Enigma's pure mana to communicate with them. It was like sending a message in a bottle, only instead of an ocean, it was the vast expanse of mana.
"They're remarkable servants to have," I murmured, a determined glint in my eye. I had made a promise to them, and by the powers vested in me (thanks, Omega), I was damn well going to keep it. In exchange for their loyalty, I now had the power to command them as I saw fit.
So there I stood, surrounded by undead and zombies, with a princess in tow and a newfound sense of purpose. It was time to put my skills to the test and lead us to freedom. After all, when life hands you a bunch of undead minions, you make the most of it. And hey, if nothing else, at least I've got a killer story to tell at parties.
Continued to make a plan to escape.
In the tense silence of the chamber, my voice cut through the air with authority, commanding the undead minions to execute our meticulously devised plan. "Two Undead, hold off the assailant targeting your master," I instructed, my tone unwavering despite the gravity of the situation. "Two zombies, neutralize the remaining threats. Once I've dealt with the primary threat, you will
Immobilize the others." With a sense of purpose, the undead moved into action, their movements devoid of hesitation or doubt. The two Undead engaged the aggressor, their decaying forms a stark contrast to the gleaming armor of their foe. With a display of raw strength, they pushed the assailant to the ground, rendering him immobile with ease.
Meanwhile, the zombies surged forward with a relentless ferocity, their decaying limbs propelled by an otherworldly force. In perfect synchronization, they descended upon the remaining knights, overwhelming them with sheer numbers and brute strength.
Seizing the moment, I retrieved the discarded knife, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the chamber. With a calculated leap, I descended upon the fallen assailant, my movements fluid and precise. With unwavering resolve, I drove the blade into his chest, the force of the impact driving it deep into his flesh hitting his aorta then pulled it out.
As the assailant's life washed away cause of the bleeding of his aorta. But a profound stillness settled over the chamber, broken only by the ragged breaths of the fallen knight. Though the act of taking a life weighed heavily on my conscience, there was no room for hesitation or remorse. The survival of myself and the person I promised to protect in exchange of their help depended was my priority first.
Turning my attention to the remaining other two knights. Out of blue, I just thought that I has a two weapon in my hand, on my left was the sword that I took from the first knight and on the right is the knife I used to kill the first knight, as i advanced with purpose, my gaze cold and unwavering. With a swift and decisive strike, I dispatched them with the same ruthless efficiency by stabbing their aorta and pulling out the sharp weapon from their chest, dying immediately.
As the last of our enemies fell, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over me. Though the path ahead was fraught with peril, i had emerged victorious in this survival field. With our escape now assured, I steeled myself for the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that the road ahead would be long and arduous.
As the four men under my command approached, their undead forms radiated an aura of loyalty and gratitude. Their once-decaying arms extended towards me, their movements slow and deliberate, yet filled with a strange sense of purpose.
I felt a sudden warmth envelop me, a sensation so unexpected that it momentarily thawed the icy facade I had earlier suddenly melt. Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to comprehend the meaning behind this unexpected gesture.
Then, it dawned on me. These undead beings, devoid of the complexities of human emotion, were expressing their gratitude in the only way they knew how. With a sense of awe, I realized that they were offering me their remaining mana, a precious gift bestowed upon me in recognition of my leadership and protection.
As their pure white mana flowed into me, a profound sense of connection washed over me, binding us together in a silent pact of mutual trust and respect. In that moment, I understood the true depth of their loyalty and the strength of our bond, forged in the crucible of adversity.
With a grateful smile, I accepted their offering, my heart swelling with gratitude for their unwavering support. In the midst of darkness and uncertainty, their simple act of kindness served as a beacon of hope, reminding me that even in the bleakest of circumstances, the light of compassion and camaraderie still shrines bright.
As they gave their remaining mana to me, they slowly faded away, like a bunch of party guests leaving after a wild night. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as they turned into dust, like watching the end credits roll after a particularly good movie.
And then, just to add insult to injury, the red screen window popped up like a pesky notification that just wouldn't go away.
[.... !! You've Killed 3 human]
[Calculating the sudden achievement of the user.]
[Ting! You've gained a skill. "The Art of Calmness" - With this skill, you can stay chill in a situation where everyone else is losing their minds. It's like having a zen master living rent-free in your head. Automatic skill, baby!]
[Your Magic power increased. Because of absorbing the pure white mana. You've unlocked a talent. "Mimicry" - With this Talent, you can copy anyone's mana color. But, here's the kicker, you gotta actually touch or absorb it first. No cheating!]
So there I was, standing amidst the metaphorical rubble of my undead pals, with a brand new set of skills and talents to show for it. Talk about turning dust into gold, am I right? But hey, at least I didn't have to clean up after the party. That's a win in my book.
As I cracked jokes about the situation, a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. It was like something inside me had vanished, leaving behind an empty space where laughter used to be.
To be continued.