‘Noooo!’

‘Save, Save, Save, Save.’

‘Stop! Please!!’

“Please just shut up. Please? Pretty please?”

‘I love, Ugh.’

‘Aaaaaaaaaa!’

‘Run!’

“Why won't you freaks shut up! Stop it!”

“The undying may not have commendable amount of intelligence. But the little that they do have on hand is often used to mimic the cries of their victims,

Some would say this was a natural evolution, a trick to lure in prey. Others would say it was just by chance. As not many know how the undying come about.”

“I noticed! They won’t shut up! I won’t be able to fight this many. I don’t see a way out of this.”

‘Go!’

‘Leave, me. Behind.’

‘I. Love. You.’

‘No! Stop!’

‘Why me!’

“I guess this is my stop. I won’t be able to use another camp stone for twelve hours after this one runs out.

How are there so many of them!?

God damnit! It’s that thing! It keeps screaming.”

“A small four legged furred creature came at the Eaege’s call. Its repeated yelping, growls and cries attracted the mindless from miles around.”

“Yes. I should have kept running but I thought I would be able to fight them off in these narrow buildings.”

“The tens of corpses in the surrounding are proof of the slaughter our hero engaged in. in his blood-filled rage he nearly lost himself and when he came to. It was too late.”

“That can’t be put on me. They went down so easily. In the end even that big fellow, that Eaege. He went down like a felled tree.

If it wasn’t for that runt. It would have been fine.”

“The quantity of undying has reached the hundreds now. It is amusing, ninety nine percent of them don’t even know what they came here for.”

“Ha. ha. ha. So funny. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I need to do something about this. Maybe if I can push them back. No that’s impossible.

Destroy the roof? Can I even destroy it? this looks like concrete. I haven’t noticed iron or steel beams.

This god damn wall though. how can it be so sturdy? I guess there really was a reason why so many houses just look abandoned rather than torn down.”

“The condition of the city has less to do with the materials involved and more about the ambient mana generated by a horde of undying creatures.”

“What? Things just become magical by staying around magic? That’s stupid. No way that’s right.

If I sunbathe I don’t become imbued by sun essence, I get irradiated.”

“I don’t recommend taking lessons from our hero on the ways of the world. Better to eat grass to learn about nature.”

“Huh. That doesn't sound like a bad idea. This grass looks gloomy though and blackish.”

“Please don’t eat black grass, everyone watching don’t replicate the things you see on the show.”

“Relax. I wasn’t going to eat it. Why is everything so black? Hey! What show!?”

“If the world was to be explained in simple terms it would be black and white. Night and day.

Magic has two forms. When magic becomes abundant, the world profits.

One form is of growth, it is almost always dominant.

The other is decay, it grows stronger with its opponent.

One cannot be without the other.

Or so they say.”

“Or so they say?

Who's they?

I need sources on this. You think I’m taking you on your word?”

“In a time before time.”

“No! You stop! We’ve got an issue at hand. If I go down, you go down.”

“In a time before time.”

“Alright, go on.”

“In a time before time, before magic, before mages, wizards and warlocks.

Before the undying and their swarthy brethren.

There was a being, neither free nor captive.

It lived in a void, and where there is void there is nowhere to go.

So it created place. Inside its head.

And inside its head it created life.

When that life sprouted it was weak. Too weak.”

“And then? That’s the end?”

‘Screw off!’

“Shut up zombies! No one ever said anything about how annoying these things are.”

“The rest is magic. And from magic came strength. From magic came survival. From magic came everything. For magic is only limited by itself.

It named itself Magic and what it gave the world was a piece of itself.

And the only limits magic faces, is the mind it was created in.

Or so goes the story of Magic, creator of all.

So we ask ourselves. Where is our limit? Where does our road meet an end?”

“My limit is my stamina and mana pool. What a pointless question.

You think I’m going to find some hidden strength to pull myself out of this virtual sea of zombies?

We need real solutions, emphasis on the we.”

“When one creates the bars that imprisons them, no amount of force will break them.”

“Solutions. Not metaphors and riddles. Speak clearly.”

‘Go away! Go away!’

“Who gave these things the power of speech? The worst part is how real they sound.”

“If our hero doesn’t figure out a way to escape this small gathering of undying he’ll be overwhelmed and eaten.”

“You. Are. Of. No. Help.

A creation story, feels like something I should have been informed of when I woke up to this whole mess.”

“There is a slight tremble in our hero’s voice. Either the pain is affecting him or he is nervous.”

“I’m not nervous. I’m fearless! Pft zombies? Bring it!

Shit.

Still have a few hours to think this over. Just calm down Ji. Calm down and think this through.

My best option has to be magic. No. it’s my only option.

But this magic is so annoying, it doesn’t do what I want it to do.

Change you bastard! I won’t form into anything. I can’t interact well with the earth element or whatever is in the ground.

The quantity of air in my little area here is very small. I can’t gather anything from outside of the shield.”

“The undying gathering might have ceased chasing after our hero after he used the |Camp stone| but they are still not dispersing and are in fact multiplying.

If we look closely we see the small furry creature making continuous noises. What does it want? Did someone send it here? Perhaps a bored old man is at work here? I guess we’ll never know.”

“That old bastard, was it him? Okay shut up. I’m trying to think here.”

“Trying is the key word here. Try as you will.”

“What are these things made out of! This can’t be normal wood.”

“Poor Ji. In his desperation he has started frantically attacking the floorboards.

Even as I speak we see him summon his sword from the inventory and swiping the sturdy undying imbued wooden floor.”

“See! I did it! Now we dig!”

“With maniacal laughter our hero finally sees hope. There is of course no way little Ji will be able to successfully dig his way through saturated undying soil.”

“Come on! Say that sooner! Why is everything so god damn tough!

This is stupid. Everything looks like it’s about to fall apart, false advertising!

Okay.

At least I can feel like I’ve opened a source of power here.”

“How observant. The ground can be considered one of three biggest reservoir of elements in this world. Albeit harder to extract.”

“Harder? I feel strangely thirsty right now.”

“The ambient mana in the area has started drying up as it is completely closed off space. And our hero’s frivolous use.”

“Eh? But. Hmm. What happens if there is no mana in the air?

Hello? How much air is in here? Feels kind of thin. Maybe I’m imagining it.

I can definitely scrape some of this stuff up. At least I can get a better feel for the soil.”

“Hours away from his demise, the young protagonist, Ji Aleksy has started playing with dirt. Utterly Inconceivable.

I thought we had him figured out but then he goes on to do something so monumentally stupid.”

“Aye? Pft.

Alright dirt. Come on, connect with me. Let me love you!”

…

…

...

“The hours float by and we are now in the last minutes before the |Camp stone| shields fall down.

Our hero is still like a child with a toy, staring mesmerized with dirt. My hand is firmly pasted on my unfathomably beautiful face. We question fate on this day.”

“It’s getting hard to swallow, I feel so dry. I know it’s all in my head but it feels like my skin is cracking.

I can barely feel the elements gather, why am I getting progressively worse at this?

I’m feeling tired, maybe a nap?”

“Our hero’s eyes have started fading from clear blue to a blue-brown and now they look as if they will become dark green.

We are mere moments away from certain death.

Or we would be, but as it turns out. Ah well, let’s just watch.”

“You say something Narro?

I feel odd. Where am I?”

“Fallen into complete delirium. The oxygen and mana deprivation has caused our young hero to start hallucinating.”

“Hey cutie! What’s your name?

Come back! I´m totally nice!

Awh.”

“As the shields come down we can finally see the harvest our hero has managed to yield.

The Absence of mana and elements in the considerably large area our hero resides is going to cause something of an implosion.

And now the question isn’t whether he’ll get away from the undying but whether he’ll survive the incoming impact.”

“Ahhh! My eyes!”

“The explosion wiped out everything within a few hundred meters. Not a groan or a growl to be heard.

What the young master Ji, experienced was the elements and ambient mana bombarding at speeds and quantity he could not have possibly prepared for.

Lucky he is what we call special. A person both born with a near undying body but also molded and imbued by centuries of worldly mana and elements.

Even still, he’s lucky to have been in the very epicenter of the event. In the eye of the explosion. Otherwise we’d be seeing him disfigured to a point of unrecognition.

Now all we can do is wait. Even that old man can’t help Young master Ji, at this point.

That and the old man couldn’t have expected this kind of power erupting, he’s lucky to have escaped with his life.”

“Owh. Ah. Owh, owh. What is this? Huh.

If stay still. It’s just a bit itchy.

What in the name of the heavenly stars happened?”

“Look who us awake. Astonishingly it’s only been a day.”

“Hm? God I feel sore all over. I hate to say this but it might be time for my last secret bun.”

|Not at all suspicious looking meat buns|

Adds twenty to regeneration, lasts one hour.

Increases regeneration by fifty percent, lasts one hour.

“Alright. Huh. Doesn’t seem to be working.”

“Mind boggling. How are you even alive?”

“What? Anything happening? Oh hey, where did all the zombies go?

No. Wait. Where are we?”

|Class quest: Tier one|

Finish your master’s quest.

Survive for ten to thirty days outside the sanctuary.

Optional: kill hundred undying foes.

Optional: Save ten friendly or neutral creatures.

Optional: Control and hinder thousand undying foes.

Optional: Heal ten creatures.

Optional: Befriend one creature.

Optional: Tame one creature.

Finish your master’s quest.

Survive for five days and thirteen one hours to twenty five days and thirteen hours outside the sanctuary.

Optional: kill hundred undying foes. (Complete)

Optional: Save ten friendly or neutral creatures. (Complete)

Optional: Control and hinder thousand undying foes. (Complete)

Optional: Heal ten creatures.

Optional: Befriend one creature.

Optional: Tame one creature.

Optional: Sacrifice twenty creatures, friendly or hostile. (Complete)

Optional: Train your physical body.

Optional: Train your mind. (Complete)

Optional: Train your control over mana. (Complete)

Optional: Connect with more elements in the world. (Complete)

Optional: Connect with a creature on a physical level.

Optional: Connect with a creature on a psychological level.

Optional: Endure repeated physical attacks from a hostile foe.

Optional: Endure repeated psychological attacks from a hostile foe. (Complete)

Quest will reset if you return to the sanctuary within the required time.

Quest will reset if you receive outside help.

Additions may be added to quest depending on continued progress.

Rewards: Unlocks a class specialization (one or more).

Rewards: Grants one minor class specializations point (one or more.)

“What in the world. So many already complete!”

“This is what happens when you mess with mana in a sealed area.”