My body and mind rested quite well, I recovered enough strength to fight off thise adventurers a little after laying down for a while.

Although I wasn't at my full strength, I'd estimate I had enough power to clear the dungeon as I had earlier.

With my confidence renewed I got out of bed, hearing distinct screaming noises coming from the basement of the inn.

Listening closely allowed me to follow the sound, traveling down a creaky staircase that caused me to have to slow my movements to a crawl.

With little in the way of information, I was content to listen for more but changed my mind after hearing more screams.

It was a late night and so most people would be sleeping, even the guards wouldn't notice a few screams here and there.

I went deeper into the basement before finding a hallway made of white bricks, I analysed them with my alchemy and found them to be what most people would know as white mana iron. I catalogued the material for transmutation and continued down the hallway, eventually reaching a room filled with people on rows and rows of beds.

Figures in masks watched me as I entered and began to panic, chargin at me with bladed weapons and trying to alert their helpers.

Piecing together what was going on, I went to draw my sword but realised I lacked one.

My skills in hand to hand combat and my tough shield were enough to fight evenly with the masked people.

I stuck them in their heads, kicked their groins, smashed them into walls with my shield and grappled with them.

They weren't defeated with ease but my body wasn't tired out beyond recovery by how I was fighting, as the leader approached I still held a degree of smug confidence within me.

"Twenty years of advanced possession research down the drain because of one little shit? That would be too tragic of a story. I'll finish you off and turn your body into a research subject."

Uninterested in his insults, I charged at him and threw punch after punch.

He met my fists with indifference and equally strong punches, but when I charged a spell and struck his body right in the middle he collapsed.

Although the fight was easy, my quickly developing intuition led me to be suspect.

A blue, translucent figure appeared from his corpse and began to throw the swords of the masked figures towards me with his powers.

"I'll possess you brat, don't you worry!"

I didn't have the slightest clue how to deal with a ghost but figured that my fist wasn't the way to go about it, I wanted to try magic but his swift psychokinetic attacks kept me on the defensive.

He kept up his attacks without an end in sight, me left trying to weave between countless sword thrusts and swings.

My head was too full of anger and a slight, nagging fear.

I needed a way to purge my emotion, so I converted my rage into rampaging magic power. It wasn't a reliable method as anger would quickly build but without it my head wouldn't be anywhere near clear enough to cast spells as quick as I needed to.

The anger I purged was forced into my armours right gauntlet, building and building, ready to rampage once it collided with this spirit.

I began to cast the stringest spell I could cast reasonably fast, mana spear.

Rows and rows of shimmering blue mana spears lined up ready to annihilate the spirit, I released them in a volley that he struggled desperately to weave between.

"No matter what! Your panicked dodging will leave me with an opportunity!"

I got close and threw a punch that passed through the intangible spirit, but despite him seeming to have been unaffected the energy from my pent up anger travelled throughout his body.

His screams coukd only be described as hellish, hurting the soul was worse than rubbing salt into a deep wound.

He screamed in terror as his spirit faded into pure mana, him quickly collapsing to the ground with an expression of regret and fear.

Unlike the monsters who were simply people corrupted, I felt no sympathy for the kind of person that would experiment on children.

I made sure to release everyone that was tied up, killing the innkeeper and setting it up so that it would look like some sort of monster had gotten in and killed the tormentors.

It was a crude method but I hoped it would work, I sat back down in my room and began to prepare myself a sword uaing a method my smithing teacher would have slapped me for.

I was going to use transmutation to form a blade, well not exactly.

I was going to form the forge itself with alchemy and fuel it with magic, transmute the materials and then enchant it.

He preferred using "real" metal but as someone trained in the arcane I knew there was no real difference between the metal.

The two biggest pieces of loot I had recieved over the last few days were the two extremely tough and magically potent metals, if I forged a sword from them I knew it would be something fitting of my current ability.

I got to work on my weapon, a short lived but legendary blade.