Inside a silent dark chamber, where the only source of light available were the eerily blue flames that never seemed to fade away. Apart from the few furnitures, shelves, lamps and alchemy tables found in there, it was a fairly empty place. A completed ritual could be seen along with the remains of various used components, engravings and carvings found on the side of the ground nearby.

At that time, a hooded man dressed in dark robes could be seen sauntering into the chamber. Followed closely behind him by a group of walking skeletons. He surveyed around the place and swiftly ordered the skeletons to start clearing up the remains of the ritual while standing there leisurely inspecting their whole process.

Suddenly, he turned his face around looking towards a certain direction, frowning.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Please stop doing that, it's quite unsettling.”

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There was no response towards the hooded man’s questioning. Which prompted him to sigh. By this time, his profession should already be obvious by now.

“Alright, now that I have finished the ritual and started clearing up the place. We need to relocate everything to somewhere else deeper in the dungeon after we're done here.”

........

There was no response again, but the necromancer was unwavered by the silence. He continued on his speech as if he was still talking to someone.

“Well...with your intelligence, you will eventually learn to speak anyway. You are after all my greatest masterpiece yet! Heck, aren’t I just the greatest genius for creating you in the first place? All the while those conservative mages will continue to be stuck in their hiatus due to their own stubborn mentality!”

The necromancer started gloating, grinning from ear to ear despite that there was no one else listening here except for his own constructs.

“Despite of what the peasants thinks of me, I thought of myself as quite an upstanding person you know. I do not rob from the graves, nor do I murder people with my magic. I simply do my research in peace while gathering any resources I may need from this dungeon.”

While the creature from which the necromancer was currently talking at, could somewhat understood that this man may actualy be someone amazing. It still did not know most of what the man was even trying to convey to it.....

“I even help to prevent the dead bodies of the adventurers from getting horribly eaten by the monsters inside the dungeon by putting them to proper use too!”

The simple creature was still more than inclined to agree with him anyway, he was its master and creator after all. He was the reason why it even existed in the first place. There was nothing else for it to think of anyway.

“The town should be grateful that I also prevented the corpses from rotting inside here and thus did a favour to some of their unwanted sanitary problems too! Not that the city needs to actually know what I am doing of course.”

The necromancer coughed and paced around, still continuing the monologue about his exploits, somewhat looking maniacal. Until he eventually tripped and collapsed onto a skeleton behind him, falling onto the ground together with it.

“A-argh, get off of me you boneheaded undead!”

If there was someone else here watching now, how would they comment about seeing a necromancer getting entangled with a skeleton and struggling to get himself free? It would never know but nonetheless, it was quite an amusing sight to see, or so it thought.

After disentangling himself, the necromancer scrambled to get himself up and turned around to look around hastily. All the while managing to retain back his normal composure and acted as if nothing had just happened, continuing on his talk.

“A-ahem, since unlike those useless skeletons you are now a sentient being.....I should properly give you a name to address yourself too!”

After saying that, the dark hooded man stopped himself to ponder on his new thoughts.

“Hmm, since you are sort of a golem with flesh as base, should I just call you Gol’fesh then? How about Bolem or maybe Skineton instead? That actually sounds better!”

If the creature could talk and think maturely, the first thing it may want to do, would be to slap the man’s face just to point out how he had just so arbitrary decided its name this way. The second thing, would be asking about why his main focus on flesh had anything to do with bones and skin instead.

Not that the simple creature would care about it's name at that time though. It was pretty sure it looked expressionless despite what the necromancer thought of it at the start.

“No, you are not supposed to be just a pet, I should really give you a more proper name instead!”

If anyone saw the enthusiastic necromancer eagerly listing off various ridiculous names for his own animated creation, they would definitely thought that the man has gone delusional due to loneliness from his long seclusion. And the person may actually have indeed gone insane....

The necromancer continued on with his musings for a while, until some inspiration strucked him.

“Alright, I have decided! I will name you Disrot, taken after the Cardarvar Lord, Diseastrous! Hah! A name fitting for my greatest masterpiece yet!”

After deciding on the creature’s name, the necromancer soon noticed that his minions were now standing by waiting in silence. They had long finished packing up the things and were now watching the man's antics. It prompted the man to compose himself again and ordered his minions to start leaving the place. At that moment, the creature had to obediently follow along his master too.

The creature whose name was now Disrot, immediately noticed that there was something unusual while moving behind its master, who was now leaving through the exit. Something was skulking at the corner of the ceiling with an intent of a stalking predator. It quickly understood by instinct that the shadowed creature with six limbs was aiming at the necromancer's life, which also happened to be its master. On reflex, without being ordered to do so, it immediately shoved the necromancer away from the creature that had tried to leap towards him.

“Gah!”

The dark robed man that fell on his bump, turned his head to look around in confusion. Just in time to see the culprit hiding in the shadows that had attempted to take his life before. It had landed beside him with silent grace, its body was covered with pus and short hair-like tendrils. Sharp threating teeth and long claws could been seen in the dim light. It made the man gasped.

“A cryper! Bloody bones! How was the monster even suppose to be here!?”

Reading the situation and acting on impulse, Disrot immediately tackled the cryper, forcing both of them to wrestle and stumble against each other back into the chamber. The commotion with the cryper which added along with the necromancer's unique disposition had started to attract hordes of feral undeads' attention around the dungeon towards their direction from the dark passages. Some started trickling into the chamber from the other side while the others quickly moved towards the necromancer. These feral undeads were slowly overwhelming his own skeletons and overtime, pushing him further away from the chamber’s entrance and deeper into one of the tunnels.

“Freaking hells! My masterpiece! The fruit of my labour, I can't just leave it in there!”

Despite the necromancer’s effort, he was still eventually forced to retreat along with his minions. All the while shouting various creative curses on the way, his voice lost inside the dungeon. During the necromancer’s retreat from the undeads, Disrot was struggling with the cryper inside the chamber. It does not have any experinece in combat and the cryper had simply overpowered it easily, tearing pieces of its limbs apart and ripping it to shreds. Forcing the creature to lie motionlessly on the ground with its body parts strewn across the place.

After ending the one sided fight, monster had quickly crawled out through the chamber's exit, by the ceiling, in its continued pursuit of the fleeing necromancer. Leaving behind the abandoned creature, which had laid there unmoving for quite some time.

Eventually its body’s flesh started to wriggle and extend, absorbing mana from its surrounding to slowly regenerate back some of the lost parts of its body. When Disrot was able to squirm back up again, it diligently proceeded to collect back the rest of its scattered pieces of flesh that were laying around the place.

There were still some of the mindless undeads around, mainly zombies that had remain stranded inside of the chamber. They were were either standing around idly or bumping into walls, ignorant of how to get out of there and ignoring the fleshy creature completely. As if there were no reason for them to move around hostilely anymore.

Noticing those undeads, Disrot was driven by some base instincts. It felt the need to assert its consciousness into the remaining undeads there. While it was having thoughts, small pieces of its flesh started squirm and shoot out towards the zombies' necks. Eventually forming some sort of link connecting them to it in a much familiar way to how Disrot felt towards its master. But it felt that was nothing special about taking control of those undeads, not more so than an extension of itself right now.

After it had done its thing, the fleshy creature immediately led the group of undead mobs out of the chamber. But even doing so, Disrot had already encountered its first obstacle. The pathway ahead of it had started to split into six different directions, some maybe leading to other different chambers while the others leading to somewhere else but which way had the necromancer went? It honestly did not know.

Henceforth, due to various circumstances Disrot was lost inside the labyrinth of dark passageways, forced to slowly wander around pointlessly within the dungeon. Constantly searching for its all important master, which was so frustrating that it did not find it humerus at all!