Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 64: Gift

Zheren took off his helmet, revealing his skull in full glory. It had a somewhat lizard-like structure, but there were many layers of hardened bone.

The Overseer looked at Zheren and examined his skull in detail. "So your servant is undeath? Wasn’t your family specialized in necromancy?" she asked.

"Honestly, I don’t know. Back when I lived there, I was just an eight-year-old kid, so I couldn’t really tell," said Itai.

"That’s understandable. In any case, I assume someone from your family was a necromancer and managed to create some special kind of servant. For a family where everyone is stage 7 or higher, that’s nothing unusual," the Overseer said coldly.

"Did he tell you why your family disappeared?" she asked.

"Well, every time I ask, he says I’m not ready to know yet," said Itai. These sentences were completely improvised, and even Itai himself was surprised at how well he was answering.

"Does he know any techniques or spells?" she asked.

Itai told her he hadn’t asked Zheren that yet, then pretended to ask him and replied afterward. "He does, but all of them are currently beyond his stage, so he can’t use them," said Itai.

"Let me fight him. I’ll fight as if I were the same stage as he is, and I won’t use any technique or spell. I’ll also fight bare-handed, because my weapon would be far too unfair in this fight," she said, to which Itai ordered Zheren to put his helmet back on.

Then the Overseer and Zheren stood facing each other. The height difference was noticeable, and Zheren practically loomed over her.

Zheren didn’t move an inch. His empty eye sockets behind the helmet were fixed on the Overseer, who stood with a cold expression, her arms relaxed at her sides. Her gaze was focused yet indifferent, as if she didn’t take him seriously at all.

The air between them was tense. Neither of them moved, but every muscle in her bodies was ready for action. Zheren took the first step. Silent, but steady. Then the second. And then he vanished.

To the average eye, he was invisible, but the Overseer didn’t hesitate. With a spin, she extended her right arm and palm, nearly striking the air where Zheren’s head should have been.

She almost hit him in the head, but Zheren managed to block her strike with his sword. Even though her bare hand clashed with Zheren’s blade, not a drop of blood appeared on her hand.

He used her slight imbalance and immediately counterattacked from below—an elbow aiming for her stomach. But the Overseer reacted quickly, deflecting his strike with her knee and grabbing his shoulder with her hand, slamming him into the ground with a sound of cracking earth.

Zheren, however, rose instantly, without the slightest hesitation, raised his sword, and struck her in the stomach—right where he had aimed just moments before.

A brutal close-quarters battle began. The strikes were precise, the blows heavy, and each one could break bones. For an average farmer, any of those hits would have been fatal, but these two were reading each other extremely well, so many attacks were blocked or dodged. In this, Zheren was at a disadvantage, as Bone Guardians are very slow.

Zheren fought with experience; every move he made was calculated yet slightly instinctual. His stamina seemed inexhaustible—because it was, being undeath. The Overseer was like a river—fluid, efficient, and deadly.

She used nothing unnecessary; every gesture carried weight, every movement could neutralize even the most precise strike.

Zheren tried to grab and trap her in a hold, but the Overseer sidestepped, twisted beneath his arm, and struck his neck with her elbow. He staggered, but didn’t fall. Instead, he crouched down and tried to sweep her legs with both arms.

He succeeded. The Overseer hit the ground on her back, but before he could pounce on her, she twisted, kicked him in the skull, and got back on her feet.

Zheren then charged forward with force, and the Overseer didn’t flinch. Her arms rose, and they clashed. A burst of pressure spread through the area, dust kicked up, and Itai had to step back a few paces.

"That’s enough," the Overseer said, ending the fight.

She brushed off her clothes, fixed her long dark blue hair, and went back to sit down. Not a single bruise marked her body, even though Zheren had struck her several times with precision and force.

"He has a very good fighting style, although I saw a few mistakes. I’d say it’s quite solid for Stage 2. But that’s expected, considering he used to be much stronger," said the Overseer.

Zheren’s combat experience was worth noting. His entire mortal life he served as a Svetloid Black Lizard, so he had already gathered a lot of fighting experience from there. Now he fought in dungeons against various types of enemies, which taught him even more.

"I consider this meeting closed. Your story is quite interesting. You are guaranteed to be strong, I recommend not being lazy and wasting your talents." Said Overseer coldly.

"The Empire of Light has the same information as my spy, because he was blackmailed and had to tell them. Under normal circumstances, the Empire would force you into interrogation since there’s some suspicion that you might be a spy from another faction. But it’s a really minor suspicion, because it’s ridiculous to think any faction would send someone so conspicuous who also has talent A."

"But I don’t think they’ll do it, because they don’t want to provoke someone with talent A who might theoretically join them. Whether you join them depends on your personality. Do you want to be dependent with great benefits, or independent?" said the Overseer.

"I’m not planning to join the army yet," said Itai.

"I doubt you won’t join, but of course I could be wrong. Either way, since you can’t fight as a mage because you don’t have a single spell, I have a gift for you," she said, and tossed him a silver book...

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