Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 141: Sealable

"Swift Cascade," Flain activated it again.

He launched himself at the Head Bandit with full aggression. The Head Bandit couldn’t keep up—Flain was simply too fast.

"Swift Cascade." Again.

"Poison Layer."

Flain didn’t give him a chance to breathe. He was under constant bombardment of attacks.

The battlefield was covered in dust and sparks; every strike caused tiny rocks to explode.

Once again, a fiery wave burst out from the Head Bandit’s sword and engulfed the area. Flain’s twin swords vibrated, and he lunged forward to cut through the fire. Inside the flames, they clashed—blades struck, sparks flew. Their attacks slowed; only the rumble of metal echoed.

Suddenly, a veil of flames wrapped around Flain’s body, literally melting his form.

[-140 HP]

He stayed within it only for a moment before dashing out violently, but it still cost him 140 HP. He was down to just 10 HP—one weak hit, and he was finished.

"End," Flain whispered, focusing all his strength into his bone tail. He whipped it forward, faster than the Bandit had anticipated—it caught his sword-wielding wrist and knocked the weapon from his hand. The Bandit staggered, but immediately raised his empty hand in a defensive posture.

Flain raised both swords above his head. "It will be," he said aloud.

"Yours," he whispered, then struck with a twin slash: the first blow hit the Head Bandit’s legs, the second tore through his cloak, revealing a scarred shoulder. The Bandit spat blood and collapsed to his knees.

Flain didn’t hesitate and cleanly severed both legs, grabbing the Bandit by the hair so their faces were close.

A long smile stretched across Flain’s face. "You thought you could defeat me? Pathetic. Even if you had, your fate was sealed the moment you failed to kneel. Even if you killed me, I would return—no one can stop me," he whispered.

Then he released the Bandit’s body and kicked his head like a ball.

[+120,000 EXP]

The EXP jump from killing a Stage 3 compared to Stage 2 was enormous. Flain remembered that for killing Lucas, he had only received 8,500 EXP.

Flain opened his stats.

[Name: Skelly

Level: 43

Class: Warrior

Sub-Class: Spell Master lvl:4

Age: 1 year

Race: Spine Stalker

Master: Itai

Titles: [Body Rotten With Darkness] [Bloodthirsty] [Extremely Powerthirsty] [Warrior] [Adapter] [Spell Master]

HP: 1090/1090

MP: 640/640

EN: 2100/2100

Strength: 95 [+10]

Agility: 110 [+5]

Intelligence: 32

Vitality: 49 [+60]

Bonus Points: 0

Skills: [Low-Dagger-Mastery lvl:1] [Low-DualSwords-Mastery lvl:7] [Swift Cascade lvl:1] [Necrotic Irradiation lvl:1] [Lord of Souls lvl:2] [Fire Lance lvl:1, Inventory lvl:15] [Ice Spikes lvl:1] [Wrapping of Death lvl:1] [Transparent Wings lvl:1] [Wave of Calm lvl:1] [Poison Layer lvl:1]

EXP: 230,000

Next Level: 400,000 EXP]

For this whole massacre, he had gained only 230,000 EXP. Flain felt cheated. Sure, he hadn’t expected anything insane, but not even one level? While it had been a quick 230,000 EXP, getting it through training would have taken an unfathomably longer time—but bandit camps like this weren’t sitting on every corner.

Flain, however, gained something far more important: a massive increase in his army, since when Itaivy’s mana replenishes, he can resurrect the Bandits, and instead of a 200 undeath army, he’ll have a 300 undeath army. He also gains the Head Bandit, who is definitely the strongest unit in the army.

\[You have completed the quest: Defeat the Bandit Camp.]

The last bandit who was pretending to be dead already died because one of the zombies around him was very hungry.

\[+Spawnpoint] 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

\[Spawnpoint: A crystal that, upon destruction, sets your location where you will return to at the time of your death.]

A dark purple crystal appeared in his hand.

Flain stared at it for a few seconds. If he understood correctly, then if he destroys this item and dies, he won’t appear in the grave in the forest but rather at the moment he destroyed the stone. He made sure by asking the system, and it confirmed his assumption.

This was a very powerful tool—essentially, everything he did from that point could no longer be undone, which was bad in the sense that he couldn’t change his mind, but good in the sense that he wouldn’t have to wait 1 year after death to return to the same position he was in before. That time would keep increasing—from one year it would become ten, and so on. With this little thing, he could potentially shorten it significantly.

Flain stored it in his inventory. He would definitely use it someday, but now wasn’t the right time. If he used it now, the shortened time wouldn’t be reduced by much.

Flain was about to go see the Steward and investigate the losses, but suddenly he stopped. The world around him began to disappear and was completely replaced by darkness. Flain sighed. What kind of darkness would it be this time? Was someone attacking him, or was he in some sort of trial from Athrylith?

Everything around sped up, and dozens of black hands wrapped around his legs and arms, preventing him from moving. Flain knew this would be something bigger—these were the hands that appeared during death.

In front of him appeared a figure, or rather the outline of a figure, as her body was made of darkness. It was the silhouette of a beautiful woman.

"I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Darkness," she said.

Flain’s eyes widened—this was the person who gave him immortality, Darkness. Athrylith spoke of Darkness as a person, so Flain already knew in advance.

"Why did I summon you here? It’s simple—I came to seal you away for an indefinite period," she said.

’Seal me? As in imprison me?’ Flain thought.

"Why?" he asked.

"It’s simple. I want to see what will happen to you. In real time, only a few seconds will pass, but for you, an unimaginably long time," she said.

Flain blinked a few times. If what she said wasn’t a joke, then Flain was in big trouble. The hands around Flain’s body wrapped tighter, and Flain’s body was formed into a cube.

Flain found himself in darkness. He felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. Minutes began to pass, and Flain pondered how to escape.

He began thinking and trying various things—imagining different things, creating simulations in his mind, and even trying to break his own mind.

But only after 10 years did he realize that there was no way to escape...