Bro, I'm not an Undead!

BAM!

Skullius flew and knocked against the hard walls of a small cell before sliding down slowly.

‘Jeez these guys really hate me! If only I’d known that wearing this robe and using that scroll would get me in trouble I… probably would have still used it I guess,’ Skullius thought dispiritedly as he realised that it was still the option that he would have gone for still.

How else would he get here?

He looked before him where three Purity Knights were glaring at him with their mana surging as if they were ready to cut him down at any time.

Between them was the hateful Purity Knight captain, whose name Skullius had imprinted into his mind. Gin.

He was on the list for people Skullius really wanted to flesh up with the Chains of Damnation like he did with Denille but several issues discouraged him.

One was the fact that this guy was much stronger than the others. Even though Skullius barely knew what constituted strength other than core strength and skills, he could still instinctively sense that it was not possible to pull off a win against this guy in his current state.

The other issue was that all of Skullius’ equipment was in the spatial storage ring that had been confiscated from him.

This matter caused him extreme worry.

If those guys were to somehow have access to the storage space within the ring, they would find… a pitifully hunched Red Rage in there!_.

‘Gah! This isn’t how it was supposed to be dammit! It was supposed to be a new adventure! A new world to explore, not this!’ Skullius complained.

Now he only had more questions.

What was this strange order of swordsmen?

How would he be pulling off an escape this time?

“Make sure he doesn’t do anything funny? I give you permission to cut him down if he does,” said Gin while letting a grin show to Skullius for but a moment.

Was this guy some sort of fanatic?

Gin couldn’t disobey a Paladin Champion even if he disagreed with their viewpoint but if it went against the safety of his men he would gladly do so.

Truth be told, he wished Skullius would do something that would incite his death.

Why wait?!

Skullius was still bound by the special rope and he felt weak still. The cell he had been dunked into looked old and dreary, some parts of it moist while its entirety was bathed in darkness.

It was essentially under this headquarters where a long stretch of cells could be seen, multiple voices calling and cursing from within them.

Prisoners of most kinds were kept here before their sentences were decided but Skullius had been taken to an even deeper place that had fewer of these barred cells and dimmer lighting.

Torches could be seen on the walls but this place wasn’t designed to be visually appreciated.

The walls to Skullius’ special cell also had a faint glow of intricate runes that were designed to disrupt mana control and cut off most forms of energy from getting in touch with the cell.

Even the bars which looked to be made with gleeming steel had an unnatural sheen that promised a rather uncomfortable experience if one touched them.

Skullius felt his control of mana cleanly being severed and he sighed.

Gin walked away to attend to the protocols required while leaving two guards standing watch to Skullius and others at the entrance that led to this place.

‘What now?’ Skill asked himself.

He was so glad that at the moment, he didn’t have to deal with Doom Factor 1, otherwise he would have been on his way to Somanda.

Thinking of that possibility made him scrunch his face.

As he sat down, being looked down at by the Knights, something flashed within his vision, startling him a bit.

It was unlike the notifications that he knew of, being very different as this was the first time he had seen it.

The moment he focused on it, his own status appeared in his vision forcefully and the flash continued to show, coming from the golden text down in his skills panel.

[<Class Skills Pending>]

‘Oh right!’ Skullius thought as he remembered that he hadn’t finished resolving everything with his new class, the Insurgent Magnus!

Everything else that followed had been cut off by the ending of [Flesh It Like You Mean It] which halted the progress.

Skullius immediately thanked his unlucky stars and gave the command in his mind for the commencement of whatever else followed.

This was another thing he had discovered on his journey with the Grinning Jester Fox. After evolution, he could simply command the guidance field to execute anything related to him and his skills.

[Commencing bestowal…]

[You have received the following…]

[Evil Darkness Production]

[Just Light Production]

[Binds of Fukal]

[Fruit of World Myths]

Skullius’ body jerked as he felt something run across his skin multiple times!

Two tattoos in the form of chains appeared around his chest with black and white segments, squeezing on Skullius like actual bindings!

‘What the hell is this?!’ Skullius thought to himself while at the same time, he felt a burst of strength as something familiar appeared in his vision.

The dark flower like object he had seen back in the room behind the spiral grove doors appeared!

The bright golden cross in its middle and smoke like essence leaking from it caused Skullius to feel mesmerised once more but before he did anything else, he looked at the Knights standing guard and found that they couldn’t see it!

‘Phew. What is this thing though?’

Looking at the object that floated before him, Skullius couldn’t help but check the texts of the new things he had gotten.

Of the four things he had received, the last seemed to refer to this thing.

Therefore Skullius started by checking the description for it.

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[Fruit of World Myths]

The masterpiece of an item made by Fulgardt which can neither be called a material object or a spiritual one. It is the perfect culmination between Evil Darkness and Just Light.

???

~~~

‘That’s it?’ Skullius felt that this description was underwhelming and the fact that there were ‘???’ meant that there was more information to be unlocked.

He was disappointed, but he knew there was definitely something about this thing that was special. His affinity to Evil Darkness allowed him to feel it.

He reached forward with his bound hands and poked his finger at the Fruit of World Myths and…

VWUUUM!

An expansive sensation gripped Skullius’ senses and before he knew it…

‘OH… MY….LICH…’ Skullius said in utter shock.