Eldritch Creature's Guide

"What was your homeworld like?"

Asked Yvraine, Samiel suddenly stopped as he reminisced about his homeworld, from which he departed only a short time ago. Not that he missed the place, but it felt surreal that he finally managed to leave that place and arrive at a whole new world.

"You wouldn\'t like it, not even a bit... maybe you would hate it."

He answered as Yvraine could see it wasn\'t something he wanted to talk about based on his facial expression, but to her surprise, he continued his answer after a short silence.

"It\'s called Earth, the really dumb name for the planet if you ask me; who would name their world by a synonym for dirt? Especially when names in centuries-old language sound way better... why not call it Terra instead? But not; we needed to call our planet dirt."

Stated Samiel with a slight laugh as Yvraine giggled softly at that. Indeed it was rather a stupid name for a world. Only someone with the creativity of an Ork or Goblin would name their world like that.

"It\'s a scientific and technological world, where nature is slowly dying, and mysteries are non-existent. With each year, the mana in the air was becoming thinner and thinner, and from what I heard, it was rare for someone to awaken a Class. Most of the people there were without one. Thus the civilization developed in the pure scientific way, through the wheels of heavy industry and factories, but at the price of nature itself. I once met a druid who rambled about how the planet was slowly dying from the pollution and other shit we were doing."

Explained Samiel, while Yvraine frowned hearing all of that.

"I became what I am only through the sheer amount of luck and faith. Nothing more and nothing less, I could count myself as lucky. So, basically, that place is a boring shithole."

Yvraine scowled even more after Samiel finished his talk about his homeworld. It was apparently clear as water that he was right.

Elves as a whole were species that were very close to nature, to the point of being one with it. For them, races that destroyed their worlds in pursuit of industrialization for short-term gains deserved to be exterminated.

This was special for Silvermoon Elves, the so-called Pure-Blood Elves, and Royalty among all Elven species. Silvermoon Elves were the most blessed by nature and had a special connection with it; some of them could even achieve some weird state like symbiosis with nature.

Yvraine knew that Nesser Dynasty had destroyed countless civilizations and races across many worlds, similar to that of Samiel\'s homeworld.

"You were right... surprisingly."

She said with a smirk as he frowned but continued to eat his breakfast.

"I am always right."

Samiel said provocatively.

"Maybe in your mind."

Yvraine scoffed at him as they finished their food.

"So, where now?"

She asked, as, in the end, she decided to let him be in charge, from the god-whatever reason she had for that.

"Searching for Orks and other strong Iron-Tier creatures that I can resurrect as Undead. I still could control a few tens of Undead."

Answered Samiel briefly, as now he was Level 7, he could control totally 105 Undead, which was an astonishing amount for just a Level 7. This was an incredible number because, as Level 7, controlling so many Undeads was unheard of.

Even Yvraine was deeply shocked as she had never heard of such a weak Necromancer controlling such a large number of Undeads. One had to know that usually, Necromancers could control around 3 Undead per Level.

If a Necromancer could control 5 to 7 per Level, he would be considered a peerless genius blessed by Death itself. So, seeing someone controlling basically 15 Undeads per Level was really hard to describe.

Controlling the Undead had three factors in it. The 1st one was the Willpower; the stronger the Willpower was, the more Undead one could theoretically control. Though this was tricky because polishing the Willpower was an almost impossible task.

The 2nd one was a rank of the Necromancer Class. For example, if one\'s Class was of Lord Rank, he would logically be able to control more Undeads than Necromancer with the Class on the Unique Rank.

And the 3rd one was the Mastery over the Class. This meant those who gradually mastered their Class and increased that power would sooner or later experience a boon in the growth of the number of Undead they could control.

Surely, other methods existed to increase the number of Undead that a Necromancer could control. Still, those were often through some shady rituals with unsavory side effects.

He now had 66 Undead, which was a good number, but he wanted to increase his Undeads more and also obtain some souls to advance his Level. Because he once reached Steel-Tier, for him, this was just reclaiming the strength he once had.

Additionally, apparently after Steel-Tier, the progress lowered considerably. This was because, from then on, he would be treading on the unknown path, not just the reclamation of what was lost.

Thus they departed to search for some Orks; fortunately, the woods were filled with Greenskins. They were in an area that was always swarming with greenskins, apparently.

Though not today as nowadays, there were other participants, and those were human knights who were searching for Yvraine. It was clear that another squad of them had arrived.

"Should we fear even stronger would come?"

Asked Samiel as they were walking under forest pathways, and both of them were enjoying the beauty of the ancient forest. Yvraine, because she, as a Silvermoon Elf, felt at home when she was in a place like this. Samiel, because for him, the feeling of nature gave something tranquil to his mind.

"No, if they did, they would be attracting the attention of Orks and other creatures as we are currently in Darkwood Forest, which is one of the danger zones on the 1st Floor and something that climbers usually avoid. Also, they wouldn\'t dare, or else Nesser would not the Magisterium get out of it easily."

As Samiel vaguely understood, she noted. He knew that she had someone presiding over her, or at least tracking her movements and preventing anyone who would try to kill, of course, only when the power disparity was huge.

He knew that probably a lot of politics and other tropes were going on in the background that he had not the possibility to be aware of.

"Most probably, what we can await would be a bunch of Steel-Tier, and maximally a few some weak Bronze-Tier trashes."

Stated Yvraine as they started seeking her pursuers, as Samiel would be turning them to the Undeads.

Not everyone managed to awake Class, and generally, people without Class were called unawakened. They were in huge numbers on the lower Floors at the Tower or in many, many other worlds and dimensions.

For example, on Earth, most people were unawakened and without a Class as a result of the decline in the environment over the past millennia. That was the fate of a world with low mana density and where the mysteries were dying.

Soon enough, they found around ten humans who appeared to be part of the same group that was hunting down the humans who were pursuing Yvraine. Even though they were unawakened, they were outnumbering and outtiering them, as all of them were of Steel-Tier.

Unfortunately, even though they were Steel-Tier, their individual power was trash. It wouldn\'t be the same case on Earth, where people couldn\'t awaken due to the lack of mana in the air, but in a stronger world and especially in the Tower, it meant only one thing.

You were trash without talent and aptitude for anything.

"Why exactly are these idiots pursuing you?"

Asked Samiel with irritation as he began summoning his Undead.

"Probably Magisterium provoked some human supremacist groups, and those narrow-minded idiots thought I would be an easy target. These people with their own concepts of justice and other crap are gullible and could be manipulated almost effortlessly."

She scoffed at that.

Of the current top factions of the Tower, only one or two of them consisted of humans, as humans were one of the weakest species in the Tower. While the human race had some very strong factions that existed in the Cosmos, the Tower was out of their reach.

In the Tower, they were suppressed not only by other races but most importantly, for some reason, all Transcendent Faction came into a consensus of continuously suppressing the human race.

"Kill them all."

Samiel released all of his Undeads on the small group of 10 Steel-Tier unawakened warriors who were searching through the woods.

"Roooaaarrr."

Roared Ork Undead Warriors as they charged ferociously at the humans, with their axes and hammer, chopping down limbs and heads, as after only five minutes, it was all done.

"They are really weak..."

Muttered Samiel, as he collected 10 souls, not really interested in raising such weak people into Undead. He initially thought they would be more powerful; he remembered on Earth, even unawakened Iron-Tiers were far stronger and more experienced than these ones.

"What were you awaiting? All unawakened usually don\'t really bother to polish their skills and just remain on the first five floors of the Tower. The only advantage they have, are their numbers, which may be, in some cases, thousands. Large organizations or Legendaries often use these fools as sacrificial pawns, just like now the Magisterium is using the Human Brotherhood for whatever purpose they have."

Summarized Yvraine as she looked at the Undead killing of the last survivor. With that, the fight was over; as Samiel collected souls and let the corpses rot, at least they could nurture the soil and become fertilizer for trees and plants.

"Come, there are more coming, and more coming means more Souls."

Spoke Samiel as they went to search for another group, as they were going to kill more members of the Human Brotherhood. Samiel knew about the organization from the Soul of a knight leader he devoured.

It was a small organization operating on the Lower Floors, with its Headquarters being located on the 8th Floor. It was a small-scale organization of human supremacists living in disillusionment and ancient myths of the past forgotten glory of humanity, which would never return.