Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

Its soul body vanished from this world but, I knew there were remains of its soul energy in the surrounding area so I hurriedly pulled out the book of souls Rein just gave me and activated it.

It was an amazing divine artifact. And I was genuinely surprised when I got it because of one thing.

'The stars my stingy eyes gave it...'

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[Book of souls] ★★★★☆

---> It is an amazing artifact made with the use of ancient craftsmen and alchemy techniques of old times... bastard.

---> The simple-looking book has many innate skills like form change, magic amplification, reduction of magic casting time, protection shield, and Mana recovery enhancement. But its main skill is [Soul collection].

---> A skill that can collect a part of the soul energy of spiritual creatures, and create special undead beings with some characteristics of the soul owner.

---> The master holding the book is the only one who can summon the special undead stored in the book or cancel the summoning, which can be a disadvantageous point in some cases.

---> The book of souls is the origin of the stored undead. Once registered, they can't be changed or destroyed and the created undead will have high intelligence which will be further dependent on their actual state before 'collection'.

---> There can be multiple masters who can use the artifact itself but the undead will follow the will of the one they consider their master. It will also highly depend on their intelligence.

---> The special undead will have most of the characteristics of their previous form and their skills will also depend on their actual form.

---> The collection of the soul is only possible from the being in a critical state or with their consent. But the undead created from this artifact will be an independent beings from their soul's origin.

---> The artifact is a masterpiece. Something created from the hands of a true grandmaster.

---> We don't even have curses for you anymore...

[Number of souls the artifact can hold: (1/6). The undead creation time will be subject to the strength of the target being's spiritual strength.]

---> The book holds a strong Ego and only the people acknowledged by the artifact can use it.

[The artifact acknowledges your presence and further resonates with your strong, pure soul. It likes you.]

[🌟 The artifact is also the [Soul origin] of a powerful soul. Its destruction would mean the destruction of that being.]

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It was an amazing artifact. And its value was astronomical.

Just the fact that it could create some special undead creatures was amazing, but the fact that it had even more small skills was even more amazing.

But the most important thing right now was the fading soul energy of the evil spirit.

-Oooooooooooooong!

As soon as I activated the simple-looking book, a small silver-purple energy ball manifested in the place where the evil spirit had died and the ball of energy that felt like the evil spirit who had died a moment ago directly went inside the normal-looking book.

The book glowed dark purple after that, and a strange glowing silver timer appeared on the first page of the book. It said a bit more than fifteen days in rune numbers, so it meant I will be able to summon the special undead after a few days~!

I was already looking forward to seeing it. Excited about what kind of skills it would have, too.

It was exciting...

-Thud.

But I was exhausted after that long and anticlimactic fight. The evil spirit really should have just stayed away and gone berserk so that we could have a bit more fun fighting it.

But still, I was hella exhausted.

-Thud.

And she was the same as she too just lay down beside me.

"He was weird," she said as she took a deep breath of relief. She had suffered more than me in this small expedition of ours.

Her goal for this small trip was the death of the evil spirit and we achieved it without any great troubles.

The evil spirit died and though it was fucked up that she didn't get the chance to kill it with her own hands... saying that I killed it would also be wrong. It actually killed itself by not letting go of the coffins.

"He definitely was a weird one," I answered, handing her some potions to help her recover better.

The evil spirit was a weird creature, but however weird it was, one thing was true. It was a smart and strong foe.

It was an opponent that got careless and, most importantly, it met the wrong opponents.

In this world, the light attribute is a nightmare and sure death for the undead. And he met me, someone who had a special and higher version of that fearful power.

The evil spirit had an absurdly large army but, in the end, it didn't even get the chance to use them.

The evil spirit, Salvio Neron Ned... he was a foolish person. Right now, when he was an evil spirit as well as when he was a leader leading one of the famous groups of eastern regions.

"Wanna know his story written on these walls?" I asked and looked on the other side, at her beautiful face covered with sweat, dirt, and some drops of blood.

Zuroro and Morris, her lich, and my lizardman were standing on one side. The two of them were just searching the room for traps with complicated minds.

Morris had explained to the two of them just what happened in those last moments and all three of them had complicated feelings now.

Especially Mave. She was trying to sort out her thoughts, so I left her alone. Rein was a bit more important than her right now.

She had suffered a lot in these past two days. Physically and mentally.

She fought countless undead on her own. Fought actual armies of the undead by herself with only the help of light attribute enchantments. Used her witchcraft twice in a single day and even fought foes like the dark night.

She used more stamina than me. Both physical and mental stamina. And unlike me, who can recover faster naturally, she only had clover to help her in her recovery.

It was her revenge, and the evil spirit was dead now. She had achieved her short-term goal and we can just live happily for a while now.

The festival was on its way too, so we will be busy for a while. But that is still a few weeks away.

We had all the time to spend and play around now. And there were only three years left before my coming of age.

And after I become an adult... we can actually be together. On that sky island. In that amazing school. And in that special home that I will build there.

It will be fun but for now... we can breathe now that everything was finished.

But we had time before that and if the two of us were just going to lie here, staring into each other's eyes, telling the story... epic would be better to describe this magnificent piece of literary art on these walls.

'Walls that are now greatly damaged...'

The aftermath of this fight was devastating.

The floor was almost entirely destroyed. The walls had countless deep cuts and some parts of the golden words had fallen to the ground. And even some of the pillars supporting the place had received significant damage.

Thankfully, the first thing I did after entering this place was to scan the whole place with my third eye. I remembered everything, and I had just finished sorting out this amazing story of two great people that went against an entire nation and came out victorious.

It was written by someone who knew how to use words, how to describe, as well as how to narrate so beautifully that the ones reading it would just feel as though they are living that moment.

It was a great story that I thought she would definitely like, but the reply from her was negative.

"I already know you will write the story left on these walls. I will be the first one to read then, so not now."

She had a warm smile on her face as she said that and her eyes were looking into mine... asking for the reward for her hard work.

"You did well," so I complimented her with a warm smile and patted her head. She actually had suffered a lot.

She smiled happily at my touch and her soft hair... they were amazing, as always.

...

We were just staring into each other's eyes, talking with eyes and not words, when we heard a cute sound that was familiar to us.

-Pomp. Pomp. Pomp.

[< E-Eon? >]

It was Mave. And her voice was as sweet as a little child's.

'Though she is older than me...'

Rein still would be her mom's age, but still, for us, Mave was a cute friend.

[< "Are you ok now?" >] I asked while looking into her now clear deep blue eyes and she nodded with her football-like head.

[< I'm ok now. And... I think I would still have wanted to kill the evil spirit. It might be a good being overall, but it took away so many things from me... from us, that I could never forgive it. I'm not sad that it's dead now. >]

[< "It's good then~." >] I smiled warmly and pattered her golden furry head.

It was different from Rein's smooth hair and was almost fluffy, like a pillow. She was heavy, but her body was soft enough to be a cuddle toy.

"Rein, this is Mave. A good mom and an amazing person. Her children are marvelous and cute and I know you will like those naughty furballs."

Rein didn't need long words to understand just how extraordinary this special creature was.

Mave was a specialized one and Rein instantly knew her worth as well as the fact that I liked her, so she needed to treat her appropriately.

So I introduced the two of them. She got up and hugged the little creature and even though she was surprised, being the mother had taught her a great lot of things.

The two ladies talked with each other after that with me as their translator and after getting to know each other, they instantly became friends~.

But sadly, we didn't have much time to spend in this tomb. Not at least while chit-chatting like this.

The tomb was captured, and we had to collect the rewards aside from the knowledge on the walls.

And there was knowledge on these walls. A deep one that was even high level for someone like me.

Anyway, I promised to keep the body inside the tomb safe. The body of his one and only love that was everything to him.

But that was only for the body... not the other things indie these two golden coffins big enough to contain two lizardmen like Zuroro.

It was too big for a normal human coffin that contained just a normal human body. So it was clear that there were other things aside from the body in them.

There certainly were [[( Runes of preservation )]] inscribed on the outer side of the coffins, so it was possible that the bodies inside coffins were still in as perfect condition as just after their death.

It was possible that the face of the protagonists of the story on these walls was still like how it was back at that time.

The power of an inscribed rune is genuinely very remarkable, and if one thought about it, there might actually be some special things inside these coffins.

I was eager to find that out, so I requested Mave to go back into the white crack. And she agreed happily. She was only there to see the fall of the evil spirit, after all. She had no interest in the aftermath at all.

Zuroro and Morris were just playing with the tomb's surveillance crystal in one corner and had no interest in this thing, too. But we needed the big lizardman to open the large, heavy coffins.

So, there were just the four of us and these two big coffins, most probably made of pure gold.

The artistry on the coffin, the designs, the patterns, and the amazing arts that told a story of their own were just amazing.

And when we actually opened these coffins... the contents inside the coffin...

It made both of us speechless... though for different reasons.