Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 53: A Visit From Athrylith

Flain, after some thought, devised a plan. He would work on creating a spell, and when he could no longer endure it, he would train for an hour before returning to spellcrafting. This cycle would repeat. For now, this was manageable, as he could only last a few minutes in the dimension where spells were created. However, once he could endure more than an hour, he would adjust his schedule to one hour of spell creation and one hour of training in a continuous loop.

The reason Flain didn’t want to go hunt monsters was that he preferred a safer way to farm EXP. He had no reason to rush—after all, he was immortal. Yet, his thirst for vengeance still burned within him and would never cease. Those he wanted dead were already dying, slowly but surely.

For Itai, his task was to generate money. Flain came up with the idea of making Itai an adventurer who would hunt monsters alongside his second-stage undead, concealed in armor so that no one would recognize them.

Well, only one undead—Zheren. Steward couldn’t be hidden because of his two heads, and Flain couldn’t send Aran because his radiance would still be visible through the armor.

Then, Flain had a rather good idea for training Itai’s undead. Doing it here was impossible since Itai had around 200 undead, and releasing them here would undoubtedly attract someone far too powerful who would come to destroy them all.

So why not send his undead army to train in the Undeath Realm? There, undead were completely normal, and on Nexosaron’s territory, no one should attack them. Steward had served in the army, so he must have some effective mana absorption training that he could teach the other skeletons.

"Heh, so you already know how to cast spells? You learned surprisingly fast for someone as weak as you," said a familiar voice behind him.

Flain turned around. "Hello, Athrylith," Flain said. Athrylith was leaning against the basement wall.

"Wait, you said you’re creating that spell for your destruction. But how can you be crafting it and be here talking to me at the same time? Doesn’t it require absolute concentration?" Flain asked.

"Heh, you must have forgotten who I am. I have a trillion minds, all focused on creating that spell, with only one paying attention to you. Of course, I could create even more, but that would be counterproductive since it would only cause unnecessary chaos," Athrylith said.

Flain couldn’t even begin to imagine what stage the skill he was crafting had reached.

"Of course, I could just unlock the ability to see a billion years into the future and determine whether the spell is possible to complete, but that would make life even more boring than it already is," Athrylith muttered.

"It just occurred to me—couldn’t Ghosty also be immortal? After all, he’s intangible, and he certainly can’t die of old age," Flain said.

"He’s a lost soul, meaning a soul that escaped the Realm of Souls. Since he has no body, he can do the things he does. But I could erase him with a mere thought, sending him straight back to the Realm of Souls, so no, he isn’t immortal," Athrylith said.

"No, alright, I’m leaving now. It was nice talking to you. But be careful not to go insane from creating spells," Athrylith said before dissolving into nothingness.

Flain then went upstairs with sacks full of corpses for Itai. Itai was sitting and eating, and when Flain arrived, he looked at him with tired eyes. He made sure that there was no chance of being seen from outside.

Flain threw two sacks full of dead wolves in front of him. "There should be some stage 2 ones in there," Flain said.

Itai’s eyes immediately lit up. "I’ll summon them right away," he said and began the process.

Meanwhile, Flain explained his plan, and Itai agreed, as he was starting to miss the normal atmosphere of a city and would like to stay there for some time. Especially since he would be living in a villa.

It turned out that among the wolves, there were three stage 2 ones, which was less than Flain expected, but still decent. Two of them transformed into Bone Hunters.

When Itai summoned the last one, his body became translucent, and mist began rising from his feet. This meant he had become the final type of stage 2 skeleton, one that Flain hadn’t encountered before.

"What just happened to him?" Itai asked, inspecting the undead.

"That’s the third type of stage 2 skeleton. He can turn intangible for a short while and attack in that form, but overall, he’s quite fragile," Flain explained.

"Hmh, alright, let’s begin our plan. In any case, when I find a suitable place to summon the Gate of Death, I’ll do it," Itai said.

"Alright, I’m going to lock myself in the basement. If you need anything, just come inside. But to be safe, don’t let anyone into the villa," Flain said before disappearing down the basement stairs.

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Itai’s Perspective:

’Time to become an adventurer. Luckily, Zheren will be the one doing the fighting for me,’ Itai thought.

He then left the villa and asked a passerby where the Adventurers’ Guild was.

"You want to become an adventurer?" an older man asked.

"Yes, I’m new to the Empire of Light," Itai replied with a smile.

"Then I’d recommend trying your luck and joining the army instead. If you become an adventurer, you’ll just be risking your life for nothing," the man said.

"Is joining the army really that good?" Itai asked.

"Yes, they give you proper military training and the opportunity to acquire techniques and, in rare cases, even spells. But of course, that depends on your talent. Meanwhile, as an adventurer, you’ll be independent and probably earn a bit more, but acquiring techniques or spells is extremely difficult and expensive. To get even one technique, you’d need a lot of luck," the man muttered.

Even after hearing this, Itai still intended to follow Flain’s plan. Joining the army wasn’t an option—he would have to constantly hide his necromantic abilities.

"Thank you for the advice, sir. You seem quite knowledgeable about this. But I’d still like to at least check out the Adventurers’ Guild," Itai said.

He then asked the man for directions to the Adventurers’ Guild. It was located somewhere in the city center, so he asked a few other people along the way.

In the center of the imperial city, grandeur unfolds in every corner. Polished stone streets lead past majestic arches and intricately carved statues, each telling whispers of ancient glory. Golden accents glimmer in the sunlight, echoing the city’s promise of wealth and power, while elegantly dressed citizens move with purpose and grace through bustling avenues.

Eventually, he arrived at a large stone building, surrounded by many armored men, with the words "Adventurers’ Guild" written in gold at the top...

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