Nathan

Year 2849 | Month 9 | Day 9

Here I was thinking the bastard would take me somewhere to train me or experiment on me. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to just dump me on the most dangerous place in the world.

A kingdom abandoned by every nation after the only magician controlling the element of death – a Class S magician at that – self-destructed, turning it into a wasteland suit only for the undead.

I grit my teeth at the thought of living here for who knows how long before quickly climbing to my feet at the sight of two dozen zombies and skeletons all slowly lumbering their way towards me.

“Sure, just throw the immortal guy into the most dangerous place on Aria,” I mutter to myself with quite a bit of heat.

He didn’t even give me any food or water. Is he just expecting me to starve over and over again while here?

I mean, I can probably find water here without too much issue. Even if it’s likely gonna be tainted and will poison me with every sip before I heal again. But where am I going to find food?

Does he just expect me to eat the damned undead?!

The undead continue to approach me, but I just let them for several seconds before eventually raising my hands and making a large spell circle appear above me. I then channel a large amount of fire mana into it while scripting the spell with a grimace. Once I’m finished just about five seconds later, a large wave of heat erupts from the spell circle, followed shortly after by an explosion of flames that goes outwards away from my body to burn all of the undead without much trouble.

Too bad it leaves me panting on the ground thanks to using up the majority of my mana.

I glance at my mana arcs, just to find them quickly repairing themselves from my over draining.

Okay, I’ve only been here for like a minute or two and I would already be dead without my immortality… I’m honestly not sure if that’s a testament to how weak I am, or how crazy the doctor is. Either way though…

I look around at the ashes left over from the undead before looking at my clothes and weapons, which my fire managed to avoid despite the spell being massively and dangerously overloaded. Which is something the instructors told us to never do if we didn’t wanna self-destruct like a certain death magician did on this very same continent.

Although I guess I don’t really blame him for doing that. Even if the half a dozen Class S magicians who were trying to kill him were doing it with good reason.

Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, I begin putting on the black outfit that the doctor tossed in after me. I then go ahead and check out the weapons to make sure they’ll work for me before looking up again at the sound of more zombies slowly entering the meadow from a creepy forest made out of dead trees not too far away.

Seriously? I’m almost out of mana…

This is going to be a pain.

Good thing the zombies are slow though.

I look down at my outfit, which now that I’m wearing it and getting a closer feel of it, looks like it’s actually a combination of enchanted leather and Kevlar. The leather was obviously used because the enchantments on it were biolocked – which means that they can only be placed on something that is or used to be biological in manner – and its covering my torso area. Meanwhile the Kevlar part of the armor around my limbs and any part that requires more mobility.

The entire outfit is black, and honestly looks kind of cool. But now’s not really the time to admire the armor.

I reach into the pockets just in case he left something in there, only for a smile to cross my face as I feel some sort of metal device. But the smile fades away again once I bring it out to find a simple remote.

“The hell?” I mutter while turning it from side to side.

The remote is also black in color with some obvious magi-tech embedded inside of it. It has glowing veins of deep purple running around it before connecting on a large red button in the center of the remote.

Hmm. Interesting.

And because the first thing to do when you get a button is to push it, I do just that.

After all, I’m immortal. What could go… wrong…

My thoughts trail off as I find a spell circle appearing above the remote that then begins to drain my mana before opening a spatial portal to the plane of fire right in front of me that has me gaping in shock.

So… he gave me a storage item?

I blink a few times before glancing at the undead still walking towards me.

Huh.

Okay, maybe losing my… well… everything I had on my person wasn’t so bad after all. Not if I get this in return.

The pain still wasn’t worth it though.

Anyways, I toss the sniper rifle case into the spatial storage along with the map before pressing the button again to close the storage while drawing my new sword from its shiny black and red sheath. This sword – unlike my last one which was pure silver for the blade – actually has streaks of what look like tiny red veins running through the silver metal, signifying that it’s clearly enchanted for a fire magician.

And if the sword is this nice, then the rifle probably is much better than my old one as well.

I strap the sheath into my new belt before turning to the undead and raising the blade.

The sword will be a lot more effective against undead at this close a range than a rifle, so…

Time to put that required class back in high school about the undead to good use.

Never really thought I’d ever do that in my life though.