HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 48: Master of Dead! ] (Patreon)

Though somehow fear still rumbled like thunder inside him when the dark squinty gaze of the evil man turned towards him. Suddenly, all he could hear was his loud heartbeats. The wide thin lipped smile of the demon only added to his fright.

"Come now, little angel. It's time to meet your parents." The old bearded man grinned toothily, standing up and waving at the dead bodies.

The next thing that happened would forever torment him until his death.

The naked bodies of his parents stood up with unnaturally snake-like grace. Their once beautiful eyes were glassy. Red blood was still streaming down their stomach and legs.

They screeched in an unholy manner and immediately ran towards him.

The old man's laughter was both mocking and triumphant as it echoed off the walls.

Roy simply spread his arms as if he was going to hug them, as he stared at his once beautiful mother whose usual warm eyes were now filled with unworldly hatred. His father too had that same look in his eyes.

It was so disheartening and bizarre to see that look in their eyes, that for the moment he didn't care if he died.

"Stop." A cold calm voice boomed in the room and his parents' bodies suddenly fell down as if their strings were cut.

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It had been months since Henry left Hogwarts behind. While not exactly a happy time, he had lived a life of luxury when he wasn't on his quests. He had fully utilised his [Unlimited Money] perk and splurged to his heart's content.

He was idly wandering down the sidewalk in the stormy weather, enjoying the slight drizzle and cold winds on his face when the notification ping interrupted his serene walk.

[QUEST:

– Kill all the Necromancers of this world. Show your might and establish your domination.]

Henry frowned in suspicion.

'What are you onto, Isis? This feels too sudden. I don't think I did anything right now to trigger any quest.'

[No, you didn't. But someone else did. If you accept this quest then climb the fourth floor of the apartment to your right.]

[REWARD:

– Skill [Soul Searcher]

Henry froze for a second, reluctant to accept any quest at that moment since he was in such a good mood. The need for reprieve from the usual killings and quests and the desire for new power were battling against each other.

In the end he just sighed and ran into the apartment complex.

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Henry was far from someone who would get queasy at the sight of blood and gore. So, while he did wince a little at the walls covered by blood and the naked mutilated figures of a couple, he reacted quickly when he saw the undead running towards a child of his own age. Most probably their son.

"Stop!" he commanded using his new skill [Master of Dead] which he got rewarded for slaying an army of zombies a month ago.

[Master of Dead

– All the mindless resurrected beings who are weaker than you will listen to your order completely. ]

That quest was quite an experience which he wouldn't ever forget. But back to the current topic.

As soon as his voice echoed in the room, the dead bodies fell on their back with their blood red eyes wide open and their arms raised towards the ceiling.

"First of all, why are you not wearing clothes? And secondly, I am here to inform you that you are going to die. Nothing personal, old man. But someone just decided that there can be only one Necromancer and that's not you." Henry said nonchalantly, walking around the calm looking man and stopping between the boy and the source of danger.

"I see." The old man smiled crookedly.

"No, I see." Henry's gaze briefly wandered down to the man's crotch. He wrinkled his nose and spat on the floor, doing his best not to let his eyes move down again.

"Haha. When you live as long as me, you realise that there is no meaning to dignity or shame. Why does a man need to care for what strangers think or talk about him? Tell me, young one, what would you choose if I give you these two options? One, become my apprentice and let me guide you to immortality and tremendous power. You show great potential by undoing my spell on this dead pair, I wouldn't want to snuff out the spark before it could become a raging thunderstorm. You are a hundred years early to challenge me anyway. You stand no chance. I urge you not to be reckless. Or Two, die a slow painful death where I experiment on you to see how much advantage I can take from your dead body."

[Name: Dai Deam

Race: Human

Class: Necromancer

Lvl: 100

HP: 5000

MP: 10,000

Affection: 0

Obedience: 0

Thoughts: Intrigue, Caution]

"You sure are powerful, Dai Deam. Maybe you are amongst the most powerful humans. But your luck has finally fled you, that fate has made us cross each other's paths. If not for that, you might still have lived a few more centuries. Alas, you are destined to die. And might I say, I am going to enjoy this." Henry mocked him slyly, his silver eyes gleaming maliciously as they briefly stopped on the dead couple.

Sympathy and anger coursing through him. How tragic it was that sometimes innocent people die just because of evil's unquenchable thirst for power. While Henry himself was a power hungry brat, he proudly could say that no innocents were hurt in his quests to become all powerful.

Dai Deam simply shrugged and pulled out a wooden staff from nowhere. He twirled it between his hands and set it down with a thump.

"Young people always think that they are better than us, that they can change the world for the best, that they are more intelligent, more powerful, more knowledgeable than the ones before them. This arrogance always amused me. You know why? Because I have seen the same young people turn old and bitter, so full of regret, so lonely, so filled with self-deprecation." Dai Deam whispered softly and shot a black ray of energy at him.