My name is Victor Dalton, and if you read this, that means I'm dead. again.
As he wrote his will, the minister realized that the words had lost their power.
In his will, the minister distributed his property to his friends. Chocolate has the greatest claim to his estate, but he also rewards Malfoy, Jules, Isabelle, and Charlene with his magical items. Allison would get custody of Winkle Jr.; Glenich and his horse. He also donated all of his undead servants to Camilla's church as a thank you to Camilla for training him personally.
He knew he had done everything he could to achieve immortality and had a sufficient backup plan to recover from a possible fourth death. But he clearly remembers how Mel Odius murdered him before he gained any rank.
One day, Victor's luck may run out, or he may encounter something capable of stealing his soul, Reaper-style. He'd attended enough Evil Overlord seminars to know that no one was invincible, and to be prepared for the worst.
After writing everything down, Victor placed the scroll next to the table and walked to the window. He rented the largest bedroom in the local hotel, an elegantly decorated, minimalist Japanese-style apartment. Winkle was squabbling with the other dragons in the private bath so that the minister could have his own way for a day.
activation!
Hmm? Odd number.
There was a knock on the door. "Please come in." The minister asked, and Julius and Malfoy walked in. The necromancer held a scroll in his hand, and the demon held a pile of documents.
"Sir." The Necromancer bowed respectfully, then examined his scroll. "Every hour of your downtime is planned. You have training breakfast with Kia Bekele, morning walks with your pets, I
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Miss e had dinner and then committed suicide. "
"Do you think I can't survive it?" Victor asked.
"Sir, only one-twentieth of the people on the Kamasi Bailey survived, and those who survived often lost their souls." Jules replied calmly. "Statistically speaking, despite your extraordinary abilities, I have to prepare for the worst. Fortunately, in your case, death will turn into the undead you've always wanted to be."
"Then your soul is reincarnated as a demon." "That's the definition of a zero-soul emission scenario."
"But please don't turn my body into a zombie." Victor begged, suddenly doubting whether it was a good idea to leave his body under Julius' care. "I can handle cool skeletons or vampires, but not zombies"
"Sir, you must live for the vampire to take hold, and your disease resistance makes that moot."
Victor realized that the Necromancer had not promised anything. "What about Allison? Isabelle?"
"Miss Chocolate invited Allison to a dinner party, so I booked them both," Jules replied. "As for Isabel Moore, she had a medical appointment and couldn't come."
What happened to her recently? Victor promised to investigate later. "Since I'm going to eat chocolate here tonight—"
"Miss Allison has placed a protective spell on the building." "Also, you should be pleased to know that I have commissioned an 'Intimacy Team Building' special for your AGM. All of your Banshee assistants will be attending, And our lateral office interns.”
Did the demons know enough to have a drug- and prostitute-free rally? Still, since the demon kept the vizier company with nothing but loyalty and support, Victor ignored it.
"Malfoy, I know you want (promotion), but my allowance doesn't allow it, and I don't understand why." Victor said. "I mean, you helped us deal with Aknapep! What else do you need?"
"I figured it out." "Looks like my boss's continued presence impedes social mobility. Expect him to get a chocolate severance package soon."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No." The devil shook his head. "But if I can ask you a favor..."
"You will do anything for your friends," Victor said.
"Then this is the bill to legalize hellhound fighting." Malfoy handed him a piece of paper. “This should become a fashionable choice for all underground tramping establishments.”
"You sponsor the Hellhound competition?" Jules asked.
"No, but my nephew has a startup in that field. He is family and as a member of the government it would be rude not to give him a state monopoly."
Breakfast with Kia was awkward.
She ate her eggs and bacon, but she didn't touch her coffee, milk, or orange juice. She stared at the liquid like a zombie staring at a brain.
"So, uh... you okay?" Victor asked, changing his armor into casual clothes to reassure her. Clearly, it didn't work.
"I can still handle it," she lied.
The situation was worse than he imagined. "I know you feel vulnerable and you may have some dark thoughts," he said, trying to preempt them. "You should consider using [Anti-Chaos] or [Anti-Evil] when we interact."
"Mithras taught me the talk about unprotected Charisma checks."
Wow, does the entire pantheon refuse to let them interact? "Then feel free to tell me," the Prime Minister said, taking Camilla's advice about friendship seriously. "You're feeling worse and worse. It's not just the alcohol."
"No, it's not," she admitted. "Everything tastes like salt water."
Victor frowned. "Wait, do you even want coffee?"
"Coffee, milk and juice." Kia's eyes turned dark. The bartender was wrong. She didn't stop with alcoholic beverages. "
"Tea?"
"All water tastes like salt water except unsalted water!" she said with tears in her eyes. "Even potions!"
It would have been kinder to her if her country had fallen, as she threatened. "I promise I will do everything I can to resolve this issue," he vowed. "I call upon my holy patronus. Be patient."
"Thanks, but I just want to think about other things right now," she complained. "When are we going to hit the road again?"
"In a few days. Thanks to "Ha
vest", I found the Exp Fa of senior
m location, but I need more time to collect all available information. "
"You've got all of Mag Mel's knowledge stored inside; it'll probably take you a few months to get it all right," she said with a sigh. “Maybe we can train then? I want to focus on something, anything!”
"I have plenty of time." Victor nodded. "I think I can finally use [Pe
f
ge] and fuse unnecessary Pe
ks. "
"Leave it to me," she said, seizing the first opportunity to focus on military matters. "We'll review your monster perks and find the best combination at any time."
Select Register. You merge [Blood Fountain], [Scale] and [Vampire's Kiss] into [Bloodline].
[Bloodline]: Skills, sound effects, 80sp. You can fire a sonic pulse that boils the blood of all creatures within 350 meters, causing massive [Blood] damage and death if a [Vitality] check fails. A successful [Vitality] roll avoids death, but incurs the [Strength]/[Vitality] debuff.
Select Register. You combine [Black Fire], [Bad Breath] and [Corrosive Poison] to form [Poison Fire].
[Poison Fire]: Skill, 1 SP/s. You can release poisonous purple fire from your hands, feet, or mouth; half the damage is [Dragon] type, the other half is [Evil] type. Contact with fire and smoke inflicts [Corrosive Toxin] disease on the victim, bypassing poison resistance and reducing immunity.
"Baby?"Ju
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He looked at Glenic and asked. Throughout the zoo, Victor only tethered the two monsters when they visited the outskirts of the city
Unfortunately, he was forced to leave Tarask to avoid chaos. The guy just couldn't stop eating, so much so that Gobrina even encouraged him in no uncertain terms to get it out of the way as quickly as possible.
"No, Gorinich doesn't have a sister-in-law yet," the old man replied, somehow able to understand what the imitator was saying. Their trainer is delighted to see them getting along so well. "But Gorinich will do anything! Like a horse!"
"I'm sorry, no," said Noise, and Bath Jelly jumped from its back to Dodorian's back and back again. "It's hard being a single mare, thank you."
"Can you really..." Victor asked, but he didn't dare to finish the sentence.
"A dragon can mate with anything," the horse replied tremblingly. "Anything. Where do you think my ancestors got their cool flaming red hooves?"
Charlene looked radiant tonight, dressed in white, pampered and like a princess.
Victor, that's not the case. He brought the tea to his mouth and tried to concentrate. It was dark outside the window. It was clear from the commotion that Winkle was still arguing with his fellow dragon. "Victor, you look terrible," the vampire said, noticing his own exhaustion. She hesitated between dwarf blood whiskey and goblin blood beer, settling on elven sparkling vodka.
"I had an intense demon shareholder meeting," he said while drinking (healing potion), "I'm exhausted.".
"What are you doing now?"
“We tripled Night Blade’s profits,” Charlene said proudly. "I'm proud that we moved their core business from murder and theft to a real crime syndicate: extortion, extortion and money laundering. Less risk, more profit; that's my motto."
"That's great, but I'm asking about something more casual."
Gods, that sounded more embarrassing than he thought it would. Even Charlene looked confused and a little ashamed. "I've been reading novels."
"Oh," he said. He tried to find a topic of conversation other than Mu
mu
i
management, then he decided to get to the heart of the matter. "Usually we only see each other when talking about work or sleeping together. I suddenly felt like we didn't know each other very well."
"I'm a workaholic, so I love talking about work," Charlene responded. "As for getting to know each other, we are colleagues with benefits. That's it."
"I recently lost a friend and I realized that I take most people for granted," Victor replied. "Like you, Charlene. I mean, you did a great job building the V&V empire into the semi-stable country it is today, and I've never asked you what you like outside of work."
"Semi-stable?" she smiled, baring her vampire fangs. "You're so cute, Vic. I'd be lying if I said I didn't take you for granted either."
"Oh?" Victor quickly controlled himself. "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy, but I'm also surprised. We didn't have the best relationship to begin with."
"I thought you could be replaced, but on your days off, Mu
mu
i
Almost broken," she replied, still sounding sad. No offense, you were an immature jerk when we first met, and not that handsome. You've gotten better, both physically and mentally."
Victor crossed his arms at the "not so handsome part" but tried to walk over with a long stride. At least it's proof that his charisma has improved. "But I appreciate the attention," Charlene said as she relaxed and sipped her blood drink. "The last person who wanted to know me better was to fatten me up for food."
"Maybe we could start by exchanging book recommendations," Victor said.
She made a terrible face. "You promise you won't judge?"
"Why should I?" Victor asked in surprise as Charlene placed a red book on the table. The Prime Minister took the letter and read the title on the cover.
"Breeding Frenzy, Anonymous Super Bard," Victor said, flipping through the book. "Chapter 1, summary: The dragon finally gets his servant."
Yet as he began to read the first line, he felt an invisible, overwhelming pressure take over the room. A malevolent shadow crawled on his back, and Death moved its cold hands on his shoulders.
"This is bad, I admit it," Charlene says, and a supernatural force compels Victor to continue reading this terribly written script. "But it's so bad it gets funny."
"Minion, you have failed too many times," the dragon said, placing his powerful paws on his dwarf's legs. Victor reads on and discovers that the nameless dragon and his trusted vizier bear a disturbing resemblance to him and Winkle. "'Now it's time for me to take matters into my own hands. Put my balls in your belly!'"
Then came the details, the cold hands moved to his neck
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sta-death) negation!
Victor managed to close the book and the wails of a thousand screaming souls faded into the background. He gasped and barely survived. "Who wrote it?" he asked Charlene. "So I can strangle them?"
"Vic, what happened?" Chocolati
e asked as he served the main course.
"Nothing," he replied, scratching his shoulder. "I can still feel those cold hands..."
"Have you read Pi
A novel by k, "Alliso
Sitting on his left, Chocolati
e is on his right. She placed a bonsai tree next to the dining room table, clearly bonding with it for better mobility. "I hear it's getting worse. I don't know how, but it's getting worse."
"Pink?" Victor almost choked. "She writes this crap? Why? Why would anyone do this?"
If ever there was a perfect argument against free speech, it's that book!
"You're always with Winkle, you turned into a half-dragon..."
"Shh, Allison, he needs the right thing to distract him from those stupid books!" Chocolat said proudly, pulling out her masterpiece: a headless stuffed pig, and a gift for Ai Lisan's vegetables. "And the right people."
"Indeed," he said, placing his hand on hers. "Thanks for the arrangement, Choc. If I survive Kamacybele, we'll definitely go on a cooking trip."
"Of course you will!" she said with a smile. "You have [Monster Knight]! You are too prepared!"
"I'm not sure," Allison replied, less enthusiastically. "Even the experienced Reverend Sibler wouldn't dare do this. I still don't know what to make of this (Devil's Rake) course."
"You are the priestess of the goddess of pleasure," Victor pointed out. "Your job is to supervise the orgy!"
"She was the goddess of the woods, joy, and knowledge," Allison began to defend herself. "It's different. We have raw intelligence, wild carnival, not frivolity."
Yes, right. "You can't testify, you're just jealous."
"Kind of." It was to protect herself though; unlike Victor, she didn't want to die again. "Shouldn't a simple orgy be enough to get into [The Devil's Rake]?"
"According to Ludwig Van, my level is so high that only Kamasi Bailey can get me into this class," Victor replied, cutting up the pig and vegetables and serving them to everyone. "I still want to get it, mostly for charm and diplomatic purposes."
"Please tell me you're not going to make a truce with the orcs by sleeping with them." The dryad chuckled. "Not that I wouldn't mind a peaceful resolution."
"Winkle succeeded in convincing a Tarasker, and I thought I could do the same." He tasted the stuffed pig and thought it was delicious. "Choc, I love it."
"You'd better be grateful it took him a long time to gain weight," she replied cheerfully. "But don't eat too much. I want to finish what we started in the Thai Empire and I've got the sacrificial altar ready downstairs."
Victor sighed, but accepted the sacrifice. "As you wish," he replied, kissing her briefly on the lips while Allison looked at her with a strange expression. "You don't mind, do you, Al?"
"I'm worried about you," the dryad said. "You should go train."
"Goblina made similar suggestions and tried to please me with all the protective spells her mage knew," Victor answered. "But as the final battle with my ex approaches, I thought I'd focus on making time for the people I love. You included."
The dryad smiled sheepishly. "Thanks Vic," she said. "That reminds me that I haven't paid you back because you convinced Wacker to raise me."
"Just have a drink for both of us, since I'm immune to alcohol now."
Allison shook his head, as if he'd said something stupid, and exchanged glances with Chocolate. "What?" Victor asked.
"It's a secret," Allison replied.
"As long as it doesn't involve that pesky cat," Death replied.
"It doesn't matter, Felix lives in both of our hearts now." Chocolate replied happily.
Victor looked at the meat on the plate.
Upon closer inspection, it doesn't look much like a pig...
…
"chocolate?"
"Yes, Vic?"
"Can I have another bite?"
Finally, the time has come.
Victor was fully prepared, donning his full plate armor, drinking his potions, and casting the 25 buff spells he knew. He still felt naked before the storm.
"Are you ready?" Victor asked as Ludik Van began to draw a summoning circle on his bed, the moon now high in the night sky. "My magic will expire at this rate."
"I found myself distracted by a very interesting book I found in your trash can," Ludwig replied.
"You...you survived?"
"I wish I could meet the author," replied Ludwig van, "I have many stories worth putting on paper."
"That's a great idea!" Victor won't let this come true.
"Anyway, I've prepared the lighthouse," the dandy said after going around in a circle, taking a few steps back. "Now she must accept the invitation, but since I personally sent it, she has no reason to refuse."
"I am ready."
"Your armor will not protect you," Ludovic said bluntly. "Live or die."
"It's too late to go back now." Victor shook his head. "Will it hurt?"
"If you fail, you will evaporate in the blink of an eye, no inspection allowed."
“No checks allowed?”
"No checks allowed. Don't touch her or your soul will explode from ecstasy, and no inspections allowed. You just pray and watch."
So Victor knelt down and prayed to Camilla. Of all the gods who claimed him, she was the one who helped him the most. He did pray to Deathclown and Snowsha though. He knew it might not help, but prayer was a man's last refuge.
"I'm ready," he said, standing up. “My entire stay in Overemont has been preparation for this moment.”
"Then step into the circle. Once I cast the spell, I have to teleport out and lock the room. I've survived this once, but I don't want to push my luck. May the goddess smile on you."
Victor took a deep breath and stepped into the circle.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a green light barrier formed behind him, trapping the minister in his bedroom. Ludvik Van suddenly left, leaving him to his fate.
Victor was silent for a while, and the bedroom was empty.
"Victor Dalton." When she appeared at the bedside, the voice was as beautiful as music. A hooded woman was wrapped in a mossy garment, leaving only her green hands exposed. "I received your invitation."
"Miss Sibley," Victor said respectfully, a chill running down his spine. The tone was warm and affectionate, but he couldn't get a glimpse of what was under the hood. "you know me?"
"Of course. You destroyed the evil city of Sabra and turned the deserts of Ishfania green again, which was good for me." She put her hands on the sheets. "Lie in bed and relax. You're among friends."
He obeyed, as nervous as Paradise, careful not to touch her.
"I've been watching you for a while, ever since Death Fool messed up my relationship chart," Sibley explained good-naturedly, though the Prime Minister didn't understand half of it. "You did as easy as they said. I'm glad."
Victor might have been angry, but she said it like a compliment. "Uh...thank you."
"While I'm pretty sure Mithras won't accuse you of your promiscuity, you have won my favor. Very few people can prove their worth, but you did. I will reward you appropriately for your hedonism and natural devotion.”
Victor felt something burning on his left buttock.
You earned a personal stipend [claimed by Cybele]!
[Cybele claims]: When you level up, you have an additional 10% chance of gaining HP or SP boosts. You are immune to [Charm], [Charm], and STDs.
"Now, I know you called me here for a reason," she said, putting her hands on her hood. "You want to get a level in the [Devil's Rake] class."
"Can I take out the dangerous part?"
"Unfortunately not." The goddess shook her head. "But you just have to look at my face. If you survive this traumatic experience and remain conscious, you must reach for the potion immediately."
"Will it be like Ludvic?"
"When I ascended to heaven, my charisma attributes were about the same as Ludvic's. Since my privileges have been upgraded to divine levels, my face as the goddess of pleasure is now a weapon of mass destruction. The last one saw it turn into a pillar of salt Mortals like me, even my fellow gods can’t help but entertain themselves in front of me.”
"That sounds... inconvenient."
"Yes," she said with a heavy sigh. "Since this feature ruined my dating life, I entertained myself by matching other couples. Like you. I lost count of the number of times Icingrim asked me to match you with his priestess."
"It turned out well," Victor replied. "I still don't understand why, but it worked."
"Yes," she said, sounding as if she knew something he didn't. "Now, are you ready?"
"Yes."
She took off her hood and the room exploded in a burst of fire.
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Level: 75 (Augustus 30/Wizard General 14/Caesar 17/Dungeon Master 10/Feng Shui Master 4)
Type: Dragon.
Square: v and v.
Be healthy
6965
special points
1810
strength
162
vitality
121
Skill
66 (+ 6)
Agility
89
intelligence
53 (+ 2)
charm
138 (+ 6)
luck
85 (+ 18)
personal welfare
Class benefits
Atomic Dragon Fire Breath
noble birth
Immunity to fire
dedicated to the emperor
red dragon life force
king of games
Dragon's Arrogance
dynasty
D
ago
scale
audience favorite
super sense
Supe
c
it
virgin princess radar
spell cleaning
Low poison resistance
witch burned
Deadf
ie
d
Low magic resistance
ridicule
exorcise me
epic
hunter's determination
hour
Bursaries
Du
geo
Oh
e
(Castle of Mu
mu
i
)
victory fist
The Herald(Victor Dalton)
imperial authority
evil secret
monster empathy
Charged Attack (Dragon Breath)
roar of victory
mirror scale
Fire Crown
Motionless
A person who loves to show off
golden shower
shining majesty
golden road
Feng Shui
Monster breeding
Starting to Colonize: Mainland
high priest
Malleus Malefica
um
Incinerator
master of silence
dazzling theater
improved hybridization
Rabbit Plague
Alpha magnetism (scale)
in stock:
(Dragon Ring of the Ancient Pharaoh: Secondary artifact. +10 to luck; immunity to hostile [Earth] effects; depending on the situation, reflects [Acceleration], [Elemental Protection], [Powerful Dispelling Magic] on the wearer every day or [Cure any disease] once. Cannot be worn by non-[Dragon] types.
(Conqueror's Crown: +6 points of Charisma, Luck, and Skill; immune to [Terror].
(The mind shielding stone is immune to mental effects.
(Positive Energy Spirit Stone]: vs [Witchcraft Effect: Recover twice HP from healing magic; +2 INT and +2 LCK if wearing another Spirit Stone!
"Clingy" Victor Dalton
Level: 72 (Monster Knight: Red Dragon 20/Reaper 30/Moriarty 11/Chaos Knight 4/Weather Master 7)
Type: Slime/Dragon
Square: v and v
Be healthy
1575
special points
510
strength
45 (+ 6)
vitality
52 (+ 6)
Skill
75 (+ 8)
Agility
60
intelligence
82
charm
77 (+6 when lying)
luck
70
personal welfare
Class benefits
Dice claims
observer
Treasure Hunting Eye
Deadf
ie
d
Lord of the Scythe
womanizer
monster
It's what the moon man said
minion coach
black curse
monster student
harmful fire
Monster Life Force (Red Dragon)
That's what Shesha said
monster rider
epic
monster insight
vizier education
Rea
imato
Troll Reborn
Soulmaster
VI
active forgery
helheim
evolutionist
steal life
blood pulse
Magazine type book promotion
death clown claim
Slayer
Camilla claims
vermilion study
People who like to be in the limelight
master's shield
Slime Totem
Dread Knight
Bloodbo
deadly
Sibley said it
hell blast
final question
black Knight
The devil's mastermind
envy
Lord of nightmares
Malignant A
kou
Demon Archmage II
Charon's Grim Harvest
Asteroid Dynamics
Zmey rider
white knight
doomsday storm
in stock:
[Treasure of Moloch]: Armor (Small Artifact)
(Harvest: weapons (small artifacts)
(Free Movement Brooch: The wearer can move normally regardless of the terrain.
(Emergency teleportation ring: recharge 20 times (remaining 18 times). Allows the caster to use [Emergency Teleportation] to quickly teleport within a range of 5 kilometers.
(Skill improvement ring x 2: +4 SKI (total +8)
(The Perfect Camouflage Belt can magically transform into a human form of the same size.
(Enhanced Bracers of Bluff: Increases charisma by 6 points when lying.
(Opposes large divination small circle: immune to divination/magic positioning effects.
