As An Immortal I Only Learn Forbidden Skills 소설 & 이야기

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

He added. "I know you want to avenge your father and stepmother's death," the Immortal declared, his hand still maintaining the barrier. "But our power is currently locked, with my battle experience and your power without experience, aside from the fact that I wield magic, which I won't be using when fighting you. So, you need to train more and gain more experience to take me on and kill me." My mind reeled in shock.

Blake clarified. Even I was confused about what Blake was talking about. I cast the spell on them to be immortal and suffer the trials of never ending time. But I was lucky back then and I was motivated by my devastation and desperation. I wouldn't even know how to remove the the spell now. " I've read somewhere a while back that one of the ways to defeat am immortal is by fire. To be precise, hell fire." " You want to kill us with hell fire? Don't you think this is getting out of hand? Where would you even get hell fire?"

He knew that my chances of survival were slim. I held my chest as my Wolf growled inside me. This wasn't just about proving myself This was a death sentence. I'm an Omega, a Servant with no experience in training. I will be thrown into a battle with trained soldiers, expected to survive against a ruthless enemy. Alpha Draven was sending me on an impossible task, that deep down I might not survive it. Fight and die. Or I lose my Mate Alpha Draven sat in his seat. "The choice is yours." He said.

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

Severin closed his eyes shut as he carefully appreciated the knowledge entering his consciousness. The Wood Emperor Immortal Art was an extraordinary technique that rivaled even the old wacko's Supreme Oneness Scripture. Both pathways allowed one to become a true immortal, but the Wood Emperor Immortal Art possessed one unique aspect—it had a profound emphasis on harnessing fundamental mana, molding one's very being through the laws of creation.

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam

Before Dante could even finish, Incur pronounced something that took their attention. “The forbidden spell,” Incur enunciated. “Yes, those were the same words Maleficent had told me. I have volunteered to be her test subject to try this spell. The spell was successful but she had to pay the price of casting the forbidden spell with her life. I am immune to different diseases and have even survived the plague back then but I am no immortal. My Lycan genes also helped me become more adaptable, hence I can regenerate any damage inflicted to my body.” Dante silenced himself after these last sentences.

An immortal. I’ve learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It’s rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.