HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 127: Dark Dimension! ] (Patreon)

Hannah Evergreen, the only woman who made my heart skip, if only once.

That being said, our union wouldn't be out of love but rather convenience. Truthfully neither one of us could say we loved each other but the benefits of joining our two families were too good to pass up.

She was cool headed, calculative, beautiful, with a respectable pedigree and merciless to anyone that crossed her, including family. She had gained ownership of her family's fortune and business after an underhanded political maneuver that frankly continued to impress me to this day. Seeing as I didn't wish to take part in my own family business, I figured she would make the ideal partner.

But there was also another reason why I chose her. She was one of the few people that had clearly seen through my facade and came to accept me. Rather than lovers I would be more inclined to call her a friend, though all the sex we had begged to disagree.

'If she's as smart as I think she was, she should have already made contingency plans in case of my death. No doubt she already located the bank where I kept my frozen sperm and is plotting to get a hold of them.'

To clarify, I had gotten a vasectomy straight out of high school but left a few samples in case my parents ever wanted grandkids. Though I wonder if that was still an option with the current me or would [Gamer's Body] just heal the damage? Hmm, things to ponder later.

Still I wished her the best.

"To you my friend," I cheered as I raised my fork to the sky.

Just then the magical mirror in my pocket vibrates.

Checking to see who was trying to call me I saw it was Daphne.

Come to think about it, I suppose one of the reasons why I helped Daphne out so much was because she reminded me of a younger, more innocent, less sadistic version of Hannah.

Smirking, I accepted the call and was greeted with an all too familiar face, "Hey Princess, I was just thinking about you."

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Factory:-

I gave an appreciative whistle at the damage done to my mobster dolls. Jack, my oldest living doll, was missing half its head and 70 percent of its body.

I looked over at Jinx who was busy cleaning herself, "So what happened?"

She gave a feline like stretch as she settled down on top of my desk, "Well, everything was going fine at first. We arrived at the usual warehouse, whatshisface, Gerald something, was already there waiting for us with the money. Jack had motioned his henchmen to bring out the latest shipment of Alice when suddenly there was a shout from outside and bullets started to rain down on everyone inside. The humans didn't stand a chance as their weak bodies were torn apart… though our guys didn't fare any better. After that, some guys entered the warehouse and began to look around."

Hmm, no doubt it was a rival gang, but which one?

"I took the dolls while they weren't looking and placed a tracker on the drugs before I left," she added, going back to cleaning herself.

"Good work, we'll be able to find out exactly who they are and more importantly how they found out about us," I said while making some quick calculations. I would have to find a replacement for Gerald as soon as possible, the meeting with the other crime families was approaching.

As for Jack, well it would soon become an outdated model so there was no real loss there.

Just as I was thinking that Hermes appeared as silent as a shadow.

"Good your back, I take it you got the rest of the ingredients. If so, we can start making the doll as soon as possible."

"Yeah I got it all here," he said, flapping his wings causing several wrapped parcels to fall out. He then glanced at the table mess behind me and asked, "What happened to Jack?"

"Dead, you can mourn his loss later," I said, collecting the packages and walking out the door to the office.

[Doll Creation] and necromancy were surprisingly similar, the only real difference was the type of material being used and the process to make them. With that in mind, I was able to come up with a way to modify an already existing recipe to better suit my needs.

Down on the ground floor I had already set up a pentagram as depicted in the necromancer recipe book. At the center of the magic circle was a skeleton surrounded by black candles.

Extending a hand, I willed myself to tap into a different source of power that was not entirely my own. Almost immediately I felt a chill as if I had just had a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. My breath grew frosty as a black aura seemed to cling to my skin.

[You have successfully connected to the Dark Dimension.]

[Warning: Staying in this state for longer than 5 minutes permanently decreases VIT by 1.]

With that reminder I ignored my earlier discomfort and got right back to the ritual.

Placing a hand on the skeleton, I injected it with demonic energy. The pearly white bones began to turn the color of charcoal the more I fed it until it was pitch black.

Stepping back, I took out the rest of the ingredients and laid them around the skeleton.

"10 magic stones, 50 soul stones, 500 grams of crushed gemstones, cremated ashes of a regretful man, 10 powdered dragon scales…"

Once the last of the ingredients was added I placed my hands at the edge of the circle and called out my spell.

"Doll Creation."

The circle glowed with blue arcane power as I watched the ingredients melt and mix to form a black ink like substance. The ink twisted and grew until it had the basic body shape of a human being.