Velan, the god of war and fire, knows how to set the stage.
"According to our guidelines, to graduate from this academy, each of you must produce a personal artifact," she announced, ghostly flames flickering from the ceiling. She hides her entire body behind a thick shell, looking more like a flaming golem than a dwarf. "(Solomon's Magic Book) is a classic, but I'd rather have something more imaginative suggested at this meeting. Like a gun! Or a sword with a gun!"
As one of the students sitting in the amphitheater, Victor wrote down every damn word of this Cursed Artifact Making class. His classmate Gobrina raised her hand to ask a question. "Will ballistics work?" she asked.
"As long as it's magical, it's nearly indestructible and destructive!" replied the goddess. "The essence of creating an artifact is putting your soul into the task. Literally! Creating an artifact means giving up a portion of your life, your maximum health, and infusing it with a personal touch!"
"What kind of artifacts did you make in your heyday?" asked a noble imp wearing a crown. Victor knows he's some kind of fallen demon prince eager for a comeback, but rarely interacts with him.
"Jesty created his [Death Scythe]," Wayland replied. "While he killed many with it, handing over his life force was only the final push. Camilla crafted the [Crystal Skull], which first spread vampires and many forms of the undead. As for me, Oh, it would take me a whole year to list all of mine! I was and still am a very busy crafter! Swords (Revenge), (Anvil of Disaster), (Slime Machine)…”
As announced, the Horrible Three do indeed hold classes, though most of the teachers are ghosts of past lords, mad prophets, and ancient ones who force a check on [madness] with every lesson they teach.
Each year's course focuses on a different course, with the first course focusing solely on statecraft and "mindset." The teachers based Victor's lessons on Akenapepe's "One Hundred Strategies", but they went deeper into practical applications. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd had to hide a fake artifact from his classmates who were playing heroes, or prevent them from attending human resources meetings. Although it merely refined what he had already learned, the knowledge served him well in Grunt; it even gave him a new appreciation for new ways of running Winkle's new nation.
In the second year, teachers finally teach students magic, item making, and more practical skills. After spending a full hour listing and detailing some of the artifacts she's most proud of, Weiland began explaining the making process. Victor jotted down some ideas; since the process took years, he had to settle on a concept quickly.
When class ends, Wayland transforms into a pillar of fire and the students exit the amphitheater and enter the dimly lit school hallways. "See you in [Alchemy] class, Vic," Gobrina said to him.
"No, I'm taking a (necromancy) course." Victor replied. Partly because he loved the subject, mainly because Isabelle Mau
e) Gave a lecture on [Alchemy].
"You must be the only one," she said, and left him to find the rest of the class.
As Victor walked around the windowless school, he mused that the worst thing was not the lack of sunlight, not the constant company of immoral lunatics, not Isabelle Mau
e) An unsettling presence, nor a grueling work schedule. No. Victor grapples with a more primal, intimate question.
Didn't get laid.
This place is worse than a monastery! His classmates range from goblins to animated armor and even a deranged alchemist, but no female humanoids! As for the teachers... Isabel Moore seems to enjoy teasing him, and he's very Dwarves are not interested, especially those who conquer the world.
Victor strongly considered summoning Chocolat, but then realized that if he did, she would be trapped with him for at least six years. He hadn't discussed the topic with his teachers, so he didn't know how they would react; neither would the werewolf. Trapping her in a castle to give him quick relief from her pain sounded selfish.
Finally finding the [Necromancy] amphitheater, Victor found that he was alone in the stands. Not long after, the teacher was teleported into the classroom in a swirling miasma.
The beauty in front of her... is the most beautiful beauty the Prime Minister has ever seen. A dark elf with skin as black as a moonless night, simple and pure; her crimson eyes are like shining rubies, and her hair is like a white waterfall. Her wizard robes molded to her perfect, voluptuous curves in a completely otherworldly way. She smiled at him, those were vampire fangs, and he wanted to stuff them into his neck, and then—
"Slave!"
When he realized who he was looking at, Victor forced himself to focus on another mental image; namely, Vai
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. Somehow he imagined the dragon barking at him, instantly breaking the elf's spell on him.
Forced abstinence slowly drove him crazy.
"Are you the only student?" Camilla, the goddess in charge of death, plague and the undead, asked disappointedly.
"Obviously. I don't know why."
"Now that the undead have been accepted, witchcraft no longer has..." Camilla considered the word, "Bad boy appeal? Being a good-natured mass-murder mastermind is no longer a popular profession. choose."
"Everyone wants to be some kind of Artisan Shield Bearer these days," Victor deadpanned. “But I just like the classics.”
"For this, Victor Dalton, I thank you sincerely," said the goddess kindly. "Thanks to your efforts, the cause of the Immortal Revolution has made progress on the Mistral Continent... Your dedication will not go unrewarded."
Don't imagine her naked, she didn't mean it, come on, Vic, come on...
"Since you're the only student, we can make it a private tutoring class," she said, either unaware of Victor's less-than-holy thoughts or ignoring them. "Why did you choose to learn (necromancy)?"
Yes, let’s talk magic! “I had started learning the basics of magic, but I had never delved into necromancy. I knew spells were divided into different levels of power and professions, but had no idea how these branches were made."
"As a Death God of your level, you should be able to use [Necromancy], [Ritual] and [Devil], right?" Victor nodded, and the goddess listened to her with a professional tone, focusing on speech. "(Necromancy) is a form of witchcraft that focuses on the undead and the power of death; that's obviously my favorite."
number. "What about the rest?"
"[Demonic] is witchcraft that focuses on the lower planes, as opposed to [sacramental], which appeals to the so-called heavenly plane. It allows you to summon demons or sacrifice souls to gain evil powers. As for [rituals], they are very Long, complex, but very powerful spells with long casting times, specific ingredients or requiring conditions, such as planetary events."
So virgin sacrifice is a kind of magic to summon the devil.
"You can also use (universal) magic, which any spellcaster can use, but if someone wants to be a good spellcaster, they become a necromancer," Camilla said. "Luckily, Deathstroke "Has one of the best spellcasting perks."
"[Soul Master 4]," Victor guessed, "[Reaper] levels are now counted as caster levels due to class restrictions. What does this mean?"
"Your Death level can be used as a springboard into more powerful elite spellcasting professions, such as Lich, and your current level will also be stacked with new levels from the three schools of magic you are exposed to."
"I'd rather explore my existing classes before looking for new ones," Victor responded. "I have special skills like [Darwinism] that synergize well with necromancy, such as allowing me to use necromancy spells on myself."
The goddess put a finger to her smiling lips, frowning in thought. "Most Wiccan spells focus on killing or resurrecting the fallen undead," she says. "But it also opens the way to a host of unfamiliar abilities that both enhance your abilities and are innate to you." management skills.”
"Do you have any experience in this area?" She is obviously very good at summoning undead legions.
“I’m the one who keeps my guild organized and stable,” Camila said. “Jesty is about going against the establishment, and Ve
a
It's the establishment. Making sure everyone gets along is tiring, but rewarding. "
“For that matter, why would you start a school like Scholarship? I never thought there would be an institution like this in Outmond. "
"We the Fearful Three believe that we can achieve greater things if we work together instead of warring against each other," replied the goddess. "If Mithras and the politically correct gods could unite to push their retrograde agenda, why? We can't do this?" We defeat our enemies by either turning them into friends or turning them into zombie slaves; something our predecessors could never understand. "
Victor thought she had a point, except for the undead slave part. "You know, I came here first to review my life."
"And you?"
The minister nodded. "V&V is the most unstable nation in existence, but it's also the only place where monsters from every corner of the world can live in harmony and peace. We've also achieved amazing things; we've even reached the moon!"
Camilla giggled, as if hearing a private joke. "You've come a long way."
"So even if Vai
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Having created it by accident, I wouldn't mind helping a monster civilization flourish," Victo
explain. "Adventurers view monsters as enemies and vice versa, but this is not the case. Although our values are different, peaceful coexistence is possible. I would like to use V&V as an example to express my gratitude to Out
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Show this to everyone in de. "
"So you will expand the borders of your empire until the world is united under your benevolent iron fist?!" Camilla said in a dramatic voice and Victor raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, I was channeling Weilan just now."
For a goddess, she sounds like a dork. "I will always follow Winkle. I swore an oath, and I kept my word, even if I had to work forever for his treasure. But beyond my duties, I wanted to see the house I built prosper."
Camilla listened patiently, then nodded. "Will you be my apprentice?"
Victor blinked. "apprentice?"
"Out of all the students, you are the only one interested in witchcraft, so I might as well go down the path with you. I can help you advance to the Death Class until you are 30 years old, and teach you the tricks of the trade. ” she giggled. "If you reach level 60 within this time, I can even reward you with something small."
That kind of reward? He couldn't help but think.
"Shesha did say you were easy to get along with," she said with a smile, reading his mind, which made him ashamed. "But let's keep it professional within the walls of the school. We'll check out all the fourth-level spells first..."
Congratulations! Because you received the personal guidance of the Immortal Goddess, you gained two levels in [Death]! You gained the [Nightmare Lord] career privilege!
1 point of magic, +2 points of magic, +2 points of magic, +2 points of magic, +2 points of magic, +1 point of magic.
[Nightmare Lord]: By sacrificing half of your maximum SP, you can turn a mile-wide area into a [Nightmare Kingdom] field for 30 minutes. Every minute, a non-conscious creature must succeed on a Charisma check, with each failed Charisma check inflicting a status disorder. One check failed:[D
ai
]. Two checks failed: [horror]. Three failed checks: [Crazy]. Four failed checks: [nightmare sleep]. Five failed checks: [instant death], soul locked by [Helheim]. Any successful check resets the loop. [Nightmare Realm] Ignores disease resistance, but not immunity.
It's a very annoying effect, but in Dice his stat increase doesn't work that well.
Victor knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
activation!
His special skill caused the door to open automatically, and the minister walked in when he heard a sound outside the threshold.
"No, B
a
iño, I’m not going to pay Goddess Salsa to resurrect you! I’m out of funds! I asked Goddess Camila… yes I know you don’t want to be an immortal matador, yes, but this is the most Cheap...yes, I love you..."
The Prime Minister walked into Isabel Moore's room, although "condominium" might have been a better word. The terrifying trio gave Isabel More a royal suite that suited her needs, including a boudoir, a large bedroom, and puppet servants to suit her needs. The Archdemon himself sat at the dining table, speaking into a silver mirror, the surface of which moved like smoke.
"No, B
a
iño, I...I'm in a time anomaly. Of course, I can't call at any time!" She frowned when she saw Victor coming in. "B
a
iño, I have guests...yes, I will call you back..."
The big devil sighed in frustration and put down the mirror. "He's just as powerful after death as he was alive, isn't he?" Victor guessed.
"I'm tired of it. He wants me to use whatever possessions I have left to revive him so that he can take revenge, as if I can afford it." The big devil made a gesture, and the door to the room was vibrating. Kedou closed behind him. "How did you get in?" I charmed it. "
"One of my special perks."
"Perfect for an assassination attempt," she replied, clearly not at all frightened. "Why are you here?"
"I decided to take a (demonology) class to expand my spell list," Victor said, much to her amusement. "Since I missed the first few classes, I thought you might have something to recommend."
"So you're here for private lessons?"
Of course, she meant that. "I'll get straight to the point," Victor said. "What do you want from me or Fankle? Settlement?"
"That's about it," said Isabel Moore, inviting him to sit down. He did so. "Fulibang told me that I would benefit more from an alliance with you."
"He's right." Being Winkle's enemy did her no good, as did everyone else who tried to bring down the old monster.
"The slim chance of bringing my company back from the brink of bankruptcy is the only reason I'm considering the idea rather than fighting it," she replied, serving them their drinks. "I still hold a grudge against multinational companies for taking away my market, so you'd better offer me generous terms."
Victor smirked at her arrogance as he held most of the cards. "What did you bring?"
"I will give up my revenge on you."
"We beat Brandon, and we can beat you," Victor replied, unmoved. "If you're even considering this deal, you no longer have the power needed to carry out the threat."
"I can live forever and collect resources for centuries..."
"Vaikr can do that too. Who do you think will be in a better position in the long run?"
Charisma check successful!
"Then let me put it another way." The big devil said. "Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what I want, and then we'll see if our goals align."
Victor said: "We really need you to put aside your grudges, and we also need soldiers, magic weapons, anything that can help our country prosper in the long term." "Have you considered merging?"
"Merge?" Isabel snickered. “With those up-and-coming international oil companies? Never!”
"Then I have a proposal," Victor said. "Why not be an imperial officer? Like a governor?"
"You want me to bow to the dragon?" Her expression contorted into one of absolute disgust.
"The terms are great," Victor said. "You will gain a permanent foothold in Ishfania or in new territories we intend to annex in the future. While not as large as Moore's control, you can govern us as long as you remain loyal and provide soldiers and support for our war effort A region of the Empire for as long as you see fit. You will be allowed to serve the Empire as Malfi did, and protected from adventurers trying to overthrow you."
Isabel's face softened as she listened. "Will I be allowed to rebuild Moore's Corporation without retaliation?"
"We are not bringing Brandon back and that will be enforced through the contract." After the so-called devil caused trouble for them. "But beyond that, if you sign the guidelines that make sure you don't be aggressive with us or cause too much trouble, you can go and sell your soul on your territory. We Mu
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i
This is already allowed. "
"It's not ideal," she said. "But these are generous starting conditions. I'm surprised why you would make these proposals if you were really in a good position."
"As a wise goddess said, I defeat my enemies when I turn them into friends."
Charisma check successful!
The answer seemed to satisfy her. “Then let’s discuss the fine print…she said as she served them both drinks.
They ended up talking for several hours about the details of a peaceful solution, eventually reaching an agreement. Victor thought, she had a big appetite, because the big devil wanted a piece of land no less than the size of Indiana and complete autonomy; the Prime Minister himself was a tough bargainer, and finally persuaded her to accept an area of An area comparable to Maryland and subject to regulation, albeit loose regulation. In exchange, the Archdemon agreed to swear allegiance to Vai
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And V&V, providing her resources, her network... Just as he expected, she had an ace in the hole.
"You know Fu
ibo
Where are you now in the New World?”
"I knew you'd be interested in this," she said, sensing an opportunity. "Now, I will not let an old ally die in vain, even if he abandons my son."
"He saved my life and decided not to fight against us anymore," Victor pointed out. Hell, he was already kind of in love with that weird lich. "So I'd love to let him take his course. I just want to know where he is and I can contact him if I need to."
"Of course," she said, clearly not believing him.
They eventually reached an agreement, to be signed under the supervision of the demonic lawyer, before the discussion turned to more personal topics. "...Don't you sleep with angels?" Isabel More asked mockingly. "I can't blame you. Like their service, they are overrated."
"I don't know," Victor said. "I wanted to. Still wanted to. But I also didn't want to hurt Chocolate's feelings and make a mess, so I forced myself not to indulge myself."
"From what you've told me, werewolves seem to be open to the idea," Isabelle replied. She also seemed unwilling to settle down. The problem is with you...although I can't see what it is. "
"I thought about it and I came to the conclusion that I was just wary of committing."
"You said you forced yourself to do it," Moore pointed out, before making a detailed guess. "I get it. You want to return to your home planet, and deep down you're afraid that if you end up with one or more women, you'll end up in tears."
Victor nodded. "I even considered asking one of the 'Terror Three' if they could send me back after Vaquier and I finish dealing with those monsters."
“My advice is, do what you want. I spent my whole life building a career, never taking a vacation, sacrificing my youth to build my company! Before I knew it, centuries passed and I had a You ungrateful son, you don’t have much time left. Besides, it won’t be a problem for you to have fun.”
"Come again?"
"You're nothing like the scrawny oaf you were when we first met," she said. "Now you're strong, confident, even personable. The way you negotiate favorable terms without respecting me... you're going to be A consummate diplomat. I guess I'll have to use my charm to get more concessions. I'm okay."
Victor guesses that managing V&V has really improved his confidence, and his charisma has improved a lot lately.
"What you said is consideration," the Demon King noticed, "not consideration."
"I thought about it in Skolomans, and at the end of the day, I'm where I'm supposed to be," Victor said. "Of course, I want to send a message to my family on Earth, if they're still alive... … But I'm building Overmond's future." I'm making changes and I want to continue that. "
As for his romantic wishes... After a long period of self-reflection, Victor decided that he would rather remain single. As the big devil said, he still has a lot of life waiting for him. Although he likes a certain werewolf girl, Victor doesn't want to give up.
After he has fulfilled his duties to Winkle, any romantic relationship does not help.
"I really wish I had an assistant like you working under me," the big devil said, obviously teasing him with this sentence. "I still can't believe you started transforming that bunker you call a country."
"Brandon never tried?"
"B
a
iño loves titles and honors but never develops them," she said, then imitated his voice. "Mom, I'm the devil! Mom, buy me a bright red motorcycle! I swear, I wasn't raised like this Him. When I think of all I've sacrificed and nothing could satisfy Him."
"I believe a settlement will make up for the mess he caused."
"I could have won more money than I started with," said the Big Devil. "A prosperous, densely populated region under my direct control is worth more than a national desert left by an unruly son to do as he pleases."
The mirror made a sound like a telephone, and the Archwitch sighed as her son called her. "I can fix this," Victor said.
"Is that okay?" She raised her eyebrows.
Victor shamelessly took the mirror and threw it away. Isabel's eyes swelled at the sight, and the buzzing ceased; silence softened the Archfiend's countenance, while the puppet servants struggled to pick it up.
"Mirrors are going to be priced out of your grade," she said.
"I guess I need more private lessons," he joked before realizing his mistake. Don't picture her naked, don't picture her naked...
Her amused eyes met his, and it was over.
Congratulations! Since you came to Overmond, you've slept with 20 women, almost all of them monsters, your [romantic] Pe
k has evolved into a [tempter]!
[Seducer]: Gain +10 CHA when interacting with members of the opposite sex, and gain +5 CHA when interacting with members of the opposite sex. It replaces [Roma
tic]
