Hearing the name her, Keil was an indication that the old man's words were true, but he still had the doubt of him; but hearing the name of Zark Ar Zathot and knowing that he was Zark. He made her think.
"The old man was not joking, he did not lie when he said that he would give me Zark's body"
Zark Ar Zathot was a fictional character I believe by himself as the final Boss for his most recent role-playing campaign, unfortunately that campaign was never started.
On the other hand, Damenburg Castle was the location where Zark and his subordinates were found, the villain's lair, the origin of all evil.
A closed-minded person would think that all this was unheard of, insane, that it couldn't be real. Feel their common sense disintegrating, at the same time that they would feel restless.
He was different, throughout the conversation with the old man he remained calm, a couple of things were able to unbalance his logical and rational thinking. In his current situation, he remembered the words of one of his friends.
"Chaos and lack of information are the ruin of everything, you must always remain calm and rule by logic in your decisions. Concentrate, just think about what is truly important, and you can find the truth in everything "
"Thanks Marcus." In his mind she thanked his old friend.
Marcus can easily be described as the Sun Tzu among his friends, the one who created the strategies and the best plans to lead the group to victory, even saying phrases from the Art of War from time to time.
Among his friends, Marcus was the only one who did not voluntarily quit role-playing games.
A few years ago, a terrible disease ravaged the planet, although it was quickly detected and countermeasures were created, the lack of precaution and the division that existed between countries, caused this disease to get out of control, killing billions in all countries of the world.
Marcus was one of the victims of that disease.
Remembering the words of his friend, he decided that he should obtain information, although the old man had guaranteed that this world worked as his favorite role-playing game, he had to guarantee that this world was real.
He wasn't like your typical isakai protagonists who jump straight into the adventure. That was stupid; Besides, he did not intend to be the typical hero, that was boring, absurd and it was not his style
By purposely hitting one of the arms of the throne he could realize some things, he had to check if this place was real.
Although the impact was not very strong, it was enough to check his touch.
Before he could continue analyzing the situation, Keil spoke "My lord, are you alright?"
What should he answer? So many incomprehensible things happened at the same time, that his mind had gone blank.
But before he even had a chance to think, Keil approached seductively.
Keil's beautiful face slowly examined him. She was very close to her, which caused him to be able to feel the scent that she emitted.
A fragrant smell reached his nose. The fragrance awakened his mind, and he slowly came back to reality.
She was cinnamon, he was totally sure of it, she had smelled cinnamon.
Even having calmed down, he in that instant he almost lost his composure.
"No ... it's nothing ..." He couldn't help but respond in Keil's puppyish eyes.
He never in his life thought of having this type of situation with a member of the opposite sex, especially with someone with this type of beauty. He was unable to help but feel his heart racing by such a gorgeous girl.
"If there is anything you require from me, you just have to ask, I will be happy to do so."
He had to check a few more things to be sure, but he had to push away the beauty that was practically on him.
If what she, Keil, had said was true, he was Zark. In theory Zark was a Leader. No, more than a leader, Zark was a king, and if he was a king, he should act like one, or at least try.
With a wave of his hand, he, Zark, gave Keil the order to move away from her.
That's the kind of thing a king does, right?
"It is good to recover my personal space but ... what should I do?"
Without having a complete understanding of the situation, he too began to get angry with Guardian, the old man had missed a lot of important information, although it was also his fault for not asking.
Without the possibility of asking the Guardian. The only thing he could think of for now was looking for clues.
Looking at his left hand, he began to move it slightly, twisting his wrist and testing the joints of his fingers.
It seemed that it was fully functional, but there was something curious, her skin color was different.
Although he was never someone who stood out because of his physique, it was at least possible to tell that he was alive.
But the color of skin that he saw in his hand was a sickly pale and unnatural, it was like… The skin of a corpse.
He slowly raised his hand and brought it to his face.
But all he felt was… Cold.
The contact of his hand did not seem to produce heat, but he slowly realized that this phenomenon was something general.
Slowly but steadily, his senses were activated.
Brushstrokes of his abilities came to his mind. But with it also came the feeling of cold throughout his body.
Lowering her hand to his chest, he touched the place where his heart should be.
There was nothing. Not the slightest movement, not the slightest throbbing. His heart wasn't beating.
He wasn't breathing, or maybe it was better to say that he didn't need to breathe, although it was something that could easily be overlooked in hindsight and given the situation, he hadn't breathed since he opened his eyes.
By forcibly performing the action of breathing, he did not have any sensation of change or anything that could be noticed.
He didn't feel the soft air filling his lungs as he inhaled, nor the soothing sensation when he sighed.
Looking around him, he noticed that it was a truly beautiful place, although due to its size it seemed lonely, he realized that apart from Keil, there was no one else.
Near the place where he was sitting he noticed a simple, but elegant black cane, which was floating motionless a short distance away and on his legs as if he were waiting for its owner was a crown of grayish metal with three prongs, in The base of each of those prongs was a beautiful gem, the gems on each side being pure white and absolute black, the one in the center had all the colors of the rainbow and was slowly changing from one side to the other. tonality.
He casually placed the crown on his head, but doing that was a terrible mistake; he felt as if an avalanche of information was suddenly being forced into his head.
Due to the shock of the event, he threw the crown away.
But the Crown did not fall to the ground but began to float, totally against the laws of physics as if there was something holding it in the air.
He didn't know what had happened or why it had happened, the only thing he did know was that he wouldn't touch that thing again, not for a while at least.
The only information he remembered was the structure of the castle and how it was organized.
He wasn't sure what all the other information was about, and he didn't want to put the crown back on; when he did, he felt his mind begin to break.
Leaving the previous event aside. Crossing his arms and contemplating the situation, the first step had been taken.
The next step should be… Verify the capabilities of his character.
Zark was a top tier Full Spellcaster and also possessed an additional 10 tiers in the Archicaster Mythic class. If he couldn't use magic, his mobility and information gathering abilities would be severely restricted, not to mention that his combat abilities would be significantly reduced. In such a situation, where everything was unknown, it was very important to confirm all the abilities of his character. And he should do it soon.
So was there any place where he could use magic?
Zark looked around the great hall and shook his head.
Although this was an emergency situation, he must not go mad due to his magical experiments. While trying to think of a suitable place, he remembered the parts that made up the castle, although he had designed it for the campaign, part of the information given by the crown allowed him to confirm it, because with it a certain place came to mind.
Although confirming his character's abilities was important, there was one other thing he wanted to confirm.
And it was about his authority.
Damenburg Castle, a huge and imposing structure that is located inside the deepest, darkest and most chilling forest; On the periphery of the castle, dark mountains frame a valley that lets a breeze of spectral sound flow. Delimiting the castle's territory, there is a robust solid stone defensive wall, capable of resisting any type of attack, be it mundane or magical; Thanks to the great anti-siege engineering that was used in its construction together with the powerful enchantments that were used, they make the walls of Damenburg Castle practically indestructible. Inside the impassable wall is what gives this place its name, the Damenburg Castle itself; a structure of a combination of designs between the classic Gothic architecture of the Middle Ages in conjunction with an outstanding style of the Renaissance period, combining both architectural styles in such a way that the only word to describe the place is ... Impressive. The entire northern secti
Although Keil was apparently friendly, would the other inhabitants of the castle be the same?As he thought about how to resolve his doubts, he fixed his gaze directly on Keil.She had a slight smile on her face. She could be described as beautiful but she also had an air of being a concerned smile that was apparently hiding something, which gave him a bad feeling.Was the loyalty of the castle dwellers immutable?If her loyalty could be broken, then what could he do not to lose her?Give them rewards? In theory there was a treasury in the castle. But he wasn't sure what was in that place, or if that would be enough to guarantee his loyalty.Then he remembered something fundamental that worked in his world.The power. If he has the power, then he has the power to be above all, the power to dominate them all, the power to destroy them all.He reached out his hand for the staff and as if there was a connection, it moved towards h
Zark, following Keil herself; Walking through the throne room towards the exit, he came to the front of a large door on the other side of the room. Rising more than seven meters, this masterful double door was meticulously engraved with an Angel on the right panel and a demon on the left panel. The engraving was so vivid that he felt like they might jump out of the door and start attacking. As if the door had some kind of consciousness, it slowly opened automatically. Leaving the throne room behind. They came to a huge dome-shaped room. A large four-color crystal embedded in the ceiling emitted rays of white light. There were seventy-two niches in the wall, each of which had a support for a statue, but they were empty which gave the place an appearance of desolation. As they advanced, he noticed that ahead there were some humanoid figures waiting, they looked like part of the castle staff. The first servant to catch his eye was a young butler
After exiting the teleportation room, the scenery of the luxurious corridor had changed to a dark corridor. At the end of the path he could see a large wooden door reinforced with metal bands, from under these an artificial light filtered.Zark, led by Keil, walked through the passage to the door.The door opened automatically the moment Keil was close enough. On the other side was a large arena, surrounding it were several layers of auditorium-type seating.This oval amphitheater had a length of one hundred and eighty-eight meters, a width of one hundred and fifty-six meters, and a height of forty-eight meters. This place could easily recall the great Roman Colosseum.The lighting in the place was as bright as daylight, and although it was a huge space, the entire amphitheater was covered, it was impressive that something so large was inside a building.But something made this place have a gloomy atmosphere, and that was the non-existence of an au
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If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints. The helmet had a vaguely tower-like appearance; It did not have vecera, there was only a cross design in the area of its face that allowed visibility to the outside, but due to the style of the helmet (and the enchantments it had) it was impossible to see any detail of the face, allowing only to see an empty black. On his neck and waving on his back, is in an outstanding crimson cape of incredible quality, without hindering Frey's movement, the cape moved with total tranquility with light and fluid movements. The shoulder pads o
All of the featured characters possessed a combination of race, classes, and items that made them fearsome enemies, and some of them even possessed abilities that could be considered cheating (one of them was Zark and Frey himself, although there were others).In theory, each prominent character in the castle was as dangerous or even more dangerous than a player character.So only a few could rival in power.Considering the above, something occurred to him."What if it allowed you to fight each other? Something like a friendly showdown. "They both looked at each other (Nyos and Frey), the proposal was unexpected."Can we ...? - Nyos started."And I conclude the sentence Frey "... do it?"Zark nodded before replying "they can do it, as long as they avoid lethal attacks.""Oohh.""Oohh."They both seemed positively surprised by Zark's proposal, that was good, but he had to do a few things first."Befo
A total of 50 soldiers were riding through the grasslands. Each of them was muscular, vigorous, and attention-grabbing. These men could only be described with the word "robust". Even dressed in armor, one could see the muscles underneath.A man, in his 30s, with skin tanned from sun exposure, short hair, and black eyes sharp as a sword, looked at the man behind him."Marshal, we are approaching the first village.""I know Captain."Axel Halheimer, the Hero of the Sword, Wielder of the King Soul, the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lothal, was traveling in the direction of the shadowy mountains of the southern region of the Duchy of Riverland.The duchy of Riverland was the duchy that was in the east of the Kingdom of Lothal, this duchy shared a border to the East with the Empire of Kaleth (with which the Kingdom of Lothal was at war).Suppressing the anxiety he felt, Axel prayed that his horse would be able to maintain a steady pace.