1 Chapter 1: [ Welcome!

Shadow like hues with blades flashing before each stroke. "Back me up! There's Some Assassins in my trail and am not sure if there's more on the way, " Running from the group of shadows was The gamer, a long running bastard for his cowardice. In the rough terrain The Gamer was in a pinch, Having no experience in such fights running down was the best way to avoid any fatalities.

Rising up from far away, a deep voice resounded "There's no need to worry brother... " As it ended circle's of magic formed. Very after the incantation, Waves of black fog seeped out of the ground at a fast rate, And with one word "CONSUME " All of the black fog concentrated in one form, A rotten existence made of Decay. Opening its rancid mouth as it descended down crashing.

Creating a whole change in the set, As if it was expected that someone may interfere, A Whole fleet now rushed at the two locations. Heading fort from the caster and The Gamer. The ground hand changed as the Rotten summon have yet to implode itself.

The fight continued till the second day, as no winners was left from the fight. The gamer and Caster was left unscathed while the enemy Assassins abandoned with almost non alive.

"Hey Brother, Have you cleared any recent dungeon nearby. Our reservation was sabotage by someone before we knew it " The Gamer asked as his figure flashed before the translucent system interface. It was sudden in Dave's perspective which was the caster in the previous ambush, Dave was inclined by many to no names "Anonymous Necromantic " A Quick witted and careless bastard in heart.

"OH yes, I'm sorry the guild guards were a little bit dazed when I came there so no one stopped me. He I was running out of necrotic miasma " On the other hand of Dave was coupling amount of dead souls. Seemingly weeping in pain and grieving for an afterlife. All of the horrendous things and the lash scene was put in display, as the system interface show it to anyone curiosity seeing The gamer having a chat with someone.

"OH ok I thought someone else took it. Anyway do you any advice for me? " Asked The gamer bluntly, He was a little bit shy on that part but since Dave was his only friend in the game. Still oblivious of the fact that he was talking to someone who literally had a Skull in his hand btw.

"Anyway the Gemstones should be there by tomorrow. And am I really the person to talk about such things brother? Just work it out with her and that's all " Kindly said by Dave as he tidied up all the things he was doing since the other day of the dungeon raid. He was a patron for the guild the gamer was in for kindness sake.

"Anyway bye, " The two said their goodbyes, as the virtual body Dematerialized and the capsule finally done opening

Leaving the capsule. A Young and toned teenager woke up from the long fantasy. Opening his eyes more tired than his brisk body, Heading down at his restroom and taking a bath.

"Now that I'm fresh what should I do now, Come grind back some heart steel, Sleep for my well-being... Mehhh, I'm going to sleep. " After a long four day's in the capsule Dave didn't need anything other than just some good night sleep. His room nice and tight, from two or three people able to live in it, Dave allowance didn't allow anything more than that. But it was enough.

Dave fast asleep. But as a sudden tone rang between his ears Coming from his cellular phone. ~ SLOWLY FALLING, TO DEATH ABYSS, FINAL SOMBER I MISSED YOU.~ Picking it up to see who it is.

"Brother are you up for a little Game " It was the Gamer and it had seem, He had already found another new dungeon to raid.

"Sure, sure. But which account are you gonna use now? I know that you're blade works account is on for some high bounty " Dave did had anything do so now so a little game was much more than enough to release some residue.

"The Michigan Clown, that bastard hasn't been used for a long time so I bet they have already forgotten about it " The Michigan clown was known as other name such as Mischievous clown from his tricks, but it was also in pursuit of 99 pound in credit.

"Sure bet, I know someone who miss you so dearly... " That someone was more of a place than a she, The forbidden road where his virtual lover existed. Quite degenerate but as his friend Dave just ate the heart of some ogre while the wedding was on going.

Entering again at the capsule after he ate, Dave was in awe again as he saw the freak of life, Injured and in a almost death state It looked at him and pleaded "OH you're already here! Can you buff me? " Cloaked in Black with his summons prying on the injured clown Dave simply said no.

"No, But as a kind person here [ Undead Minion " Sarcastically letting out a skill was some kind of bull for some people, but Dave had his traits. Soon after waves of hue came out of the ground, cracks overflowed as A Titanic spirit came with cold shivers. Rising up in the ground was one sole skeleton brisk from no flesh and blood.

"Brother! Move " Dave was oblivious of the foreign treat as The clown gestured in haste, "Huh, what do you mean " Asking for clarification, But soon after the warning came. A Fucking literal 12 meter sword swung down at Dave position with blunt force.

"See.. " It missed by a long shot but the fog dust have shown as if it had shook him by 'Twine. ' "So that's what you meant by Move? Anyway Experience hell [ Undead Redemption " A lite bit surprised and pissed Dave looked at core eye's of the Dullhan before its death as His Necromantic hue devoured its consciousness. Leaving nothing behind as the sole concept of its existence vaporized in to tin air.

"No worries brother. " It was just a casual Tuesday for him. Brushing off the known danger the clown Just stabbed Dave at the back while he looked away. "Don't joke with me Dave, I Know this is not gonna even dent you but fck the defense " The clown was embarrassed as the Dagger like blade bent over like oil. Dave looked backed and sighed...

The Two traversed The forbidden road as the old and ruined tiles starts to decay. The path further on leads to the deepest part of the dungeon, holding fields and wraiths of monster's, that many travelers of came back from. Currently holding down the forbidden roads Demi mode boss, and anticipating the loot from it.

"Brother? Did you get the Notify " Curious and worried the clown stabbed the Giant a thousand of times in a second and still nothing came out of it. Holding his dagger the clown pointed at Dave to test if something was wrong.

"Weirdly no, I didn't use any of my sealed patron magic so why? Maybe this would help? " Answered Dave as his figure discombobulated in to thin smoke, and at a second later the temperature compressed to coldness and shivers with wails came wit it, An existence made of Necron and flayed belief came to life. It was Dave's Second account if said as his Name suggest "That flayed fiend " Which was essentially the epiphany of hid magic arts in one title.

Soon after the transition of existence, like as if it was from fiction the soul of the giant road as it's eye's go bloodshot read with fury and hatred like some baffled Greek and Nordic god. History was a fuel to time and space between the real and virtual world, The forbidden road was not a thing to be taken lightly if you didn't have the clarification to fend of Those above. As well as the unknown Mode of this sanctuary, Forbidden as it was in contrast the soul of the broken god layed in hid the titan as it awaken from slumber, The patron of belief the one and only hatred God ascendant was before it self.

The soul frayed the whole titans body to a crisp as it reborn, The tattoo came in with a ray of demographic aura. Now with one hand beside Dave persona The giant kneeled as it shook its petty figure of the roof. Now At the peak of its existence one broken soul of the god before it, Dave was scared shitless as his joints cracked open from the patron. Devoured by the scene, Dave holds his hand out as he spoke "UNdead purgatory: Teratenolli capstpurse cofinet Fibluwertment Hego livent helldiness lufiness Hodenogo sa me ne. " A contract from the very embodiment of Helsingr existence Dave's fiction existence was erased.

Dave's flayed existence changed as the Soul of the broken god trayed his Body and soul out of life and extract it to its very core. The sole purpose and existence of the Game was made by the new religion of a broken god, And as it ways out To find the New heritage for its So Called god. Dave was put in to its Conspiracy as he dies unfortunately in the terror of The Games purpose and the uncanny electric current he died while on the pod or capsule. Dying in the capsule as His vision blurred the world stopped at that very moment, Eyes fawned over the sky as a being made of pure Blood and flesh and all other unholy to just existence in one word [ So It begins. ]

Dying he saw nothing but a blank space made of noise that he retrospect intolerance to depiction of vast and immeasurable galaxies afar, A cosmos that had one thing in he had fear for. In the realm of ethereal existence, there emerged a transcendent entity, whose sheer magnitude defied any conventional measure. It was not birthed from the fabric of grandiosity, but rather, it manifested a reality where everything within its domain appeared diminutive, akin to a mere atom in relation to the microscopic follicle residing within the protective confines of its cell membrane. The scale of galaxies and celestial bodies paled in insignificance when juxtaposed against the sheer vastness of this being. Astonishingly, this monumental expanse posed no inconvenience or hindrance to its essence, for every cosmic wonder and infinitesimal particle were but feeble comparisons in the presence of its boundless existence. The existential Dread and fear of purpose was an amalgamation worse than anything that could have faced him before.

Maybe because he was neither an atheist or a believer, He would have believed if it hell or the hypothetically heaven that he was so skeptical all of his life, But never in the presence of everything. Emotions and any sort of his resolutions was took for an unfortunate ride as even his rationality was questioned as its finest. Every time he blinked his emotions would go numb. every time he let loose everything came at him. Every time he had something in mind anything that could be thought and even those that have not been thought of came to question not leaving until he found the answer and that was not even the end, as anything relative to it made itself space on its own as it continued the cycle of never ending.

"Child... The being that has been erased from fate, Now what path will you take? " A Voice resounded in his core, As tremors of thoughts once fill his head again. He did nothing but live he had not left anything good in his last world so what would change if he reincarnated.

He did nothing but what he wanted and go where what he choose to, And what pushed him back made him more profane and that's it. He needed salvation but his morality and conscience was questioned so many times that it had led him to believe that it was much better to let anything go away and be forgotten and erased.

He was really just the kind of guy, the kind of guy that will just do what he can do, and nothing more than what he wanted to do. He felt that he didn't really deserved it, so he didn't answered the voice in his mind. and continued counting the stars far away, a few centuries passed but the voice came back again and said. "Child. Ignorance is not something you should learn, And the fact that you didn't accept the chance that I have given is your fate, this be the last time ill follow fate. " Having his senses and perspective disoriented he wasn't able to answer the until it left.

He answered at the very last second as the voice was about to leave, "Can you help me leave this place?. " He was not able to tolerate it anymore that he is gonna live here for another lifetime of his perception.

"I Will and I can also give you a lot more than what you have asked for, but as your request take this: The soul of the frigid and stagnant golden. " The tone of the voice changed as a astral projection came into the material. A Cubic object with no edge as well as space or matter, even mass but as it got closer Dave escalating pain and danger. As if swallowing him whole, the matter passed him as it created a portal behind his conscience core. He entered the prism.

The portal disappeared as he left its presence. Leaving him alone at the some enclosed space as Dim and mucky bricked room the only light source is the one above him a crack made through passing moonlight. His grasp tightened, Feeling the robust and cold skulls bellow him. Looking down he saw many skulls and skeleton's remains, Being on top of everglade everything him a nice view as he comes down.

"I really am dead? " He felt chills and refreshment as he first moved, Every bone in his Skeletal figure was peeling of him, And as his joints popped in use of it as a new. Still skeptical that he was now a skeleton, rather than being reincarnated as a human baby or something, Most of the novel that he have read and webbooks and manuha all have some thing in common: Their origins and genre.

His attention was caught by something in plain sight, as he was just getting used to his new body. The black interface that appeared before him suddenly beeped as it types text all over the plain background of his vision.

[ Race pulled: Undead, Brought to this over world by a force unknown to even the one who created it, The hopeful body of a skeleton reaching its end to become one with the wind has now been hosted of none other than you!

[ Race pulled out of the: Mortal, Spirit, Deviant, Un, Golden.... The Kin of the Mortal Undead has been chosen as starting point of the used, Golden reincarnation matter!

A Voice a like to the one he heard before resounded again, as it has read everything at the interface. Maybe it was because of he was just new, The system changed from what he expected it to be. He had no use of it at the current situation.

[ Command is at is: Intentions and inputs can be used as commands, The system automatically applies any command that has been given!

"Is that so? System, Show me home page then " Calling out the system as the contents of the interface changed, Typing down the new input Dave waited until it was done.

[ WELCOME!

[ Name: Nullify! Race: Mortal Undead! Evolution stage: 1!

"What's Evolution stage? System " Asked Dave as it was the only thing new rather than his status, Being used to seeing his virtual status in his past in game life; The evolution stage was something new for him.

[ Evolution stage: Refers to EP! EP is used as the pavement of progress, after reaching the limit of your current race the turbulence of the Cursed bloodline shall befall and after successfully living trough it may you advance!

"OH shit, Isn't the cursed bloodline is just the thunder tribulation in cultivation to nascent stage? Maybe I should just stay to what am I " Anyway after hearing it Dave was somewhat overly cautious. Even after catching up on the other aspects of the homepage, Like skills and such was futile as they didn't show anything either.

"Weak to weak... " He sighed. Contemplating over where he was now. Maybe it was the escape he was waiting for the couple of unorthodox time in the endless. Maybe something more worse than what he has experienced than before. If it was latter he was for sure better of dead.

The system left at Dave's command. Starting with his joints and other bodily parts, Dave began doing calisthenics with minimal ease. Having no connections to the past or the future Dave gas only himself to focus on. The skulls became his weights and the skeleton's became his testing buddy. It took quite some time before he was finally able to fully control his desires and body without any hindrance.

Looking around the room, Dave took some time as he finds the door out of the enclosed space. A Wooden door, With no handles of any sort, He forcefully opened it but to no avail it hasn't moved an inch. The door moved lit by little as minutes passed, until to the point he can barely pass trough. Weak to weak to even open a door.

A Corridor with rooms at each sides and a dead end. As if mocking him, The corridor was him in all aspects, he may be free but anything he can do will reach its end either way.

"A Wonky Stick. " Rummaging trough the first room, Dave saw one peculiar stick that stood out than any other. There we're no signs of anyone that has been here so he took it for himself. And so came the notification.

[ Wooden conduit: A branch from a very old tree, A branch that has been taken care of a fay by curiosity!

As A conduit Dave imagined if something was left in it, Like some common magic of some sort. And as his experience from games and shit his consciousness deaf on attention as some kind of fluid like force flow trough his body and into the stick. It Glowed brighter and brighter until the fluid in his body diminished. Sure enough it was magic, And so is the fluid in his body but unfortunately it was not enough to complete the magic formation or even dream of casting it.

He left soon after he was done experimenting on the stick, Looking over the other room on he saw cloaked figures and monsters beside them. Caution and tired Dave didn't even though of entering the room filled with unknown forces. Upon returning he slipped at the door that was barely even enough to accommodate him. Lying down on the piles of bones and skeleton's and slept the day out.

The piled up bones and sacked up skulls Came rushing down as Dave slept with the light of his ceiling changed time by time.