CHAPTER 108: CHAPTER 108 : VORLIC, THE UNDYING

Chapter 108 : Vorlic, the Undying

He opened the summon’s stat window. Sure enough, the title shone with bright light. The creature’s aura was no longer just dark and oppressive. It carried a strange, almost divine presence now, as if death itself bowed before it.

"Mythical grade..." Axton whispered in disbelief. Then he grinned again. "I take it back. This summon isn’t just good. It’s incredible."

He could practically feel the power emanating from it. Every breath of air around the Undead General seemed to vibrate with the tinge of death and magic intertwined.

As Axton relished in his success, the Undead General did something unexpected. Slowly, it lowered itself back onto one knee, bowing deeply once again.

Axton blinked. "What’s this about now?"

The creature stayed silent for a few seconds. Long enough for Axton to grow curious. Finally, its deep voice rumbled once more.

"A name, my lord."

Axton’s brows furrowed slightly. "A name?"

"Yes, my lord" The Undead General raised its skull slightly, the blue flames in its eyes flickering brighter, almost like emotion. "Give me a name, my lord."

Axton was silent.

He hadn’t expected that.

None of his other summons had ever spoken, let alone asked for something like this. Most were bound by simple commands, emotionless and loyal without question. But this one... this one was different.

For a brief moment, Axton’s thoughts wandered. Giving a name meant something.

A named creature was no longer just a summon; it was a being.

He exhaled slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "A name, huh?"

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

Naming this summon wasn’t just about sentiment. It was about acknowledgement. This Undead General had proven its worth, evolved beyond expectation, and earned a place that none of his others had reached.

He took his time, pacing slowly, letting his thoughts run wild.

A few ideas came and went. Some too simple, some too pretentious. None felt right.

Minutes passed.

The Undead General remained kneeling, patient and silent, awaiting whatever name its master would bestow upon it.

Finally, Axton stopped pacing. His eyes lit up with quiet satisfaction, the kind that only came when something fit.

He looked at the Undead General, his expression calm but filled with a spark of emotion that rarely showed.

"Then I shall call you..."

He paused deliberately, letting the tension in the air build. The light from the shining crystals around them dimmed, bending toward Axton as if eager to hear the name as well.

"...Vorlic."

The Undead General slowly raised its head, its eyes blazing blue in acknowledgment.

"Vorlic..." it repeated, its deep voice rolling the name as if testing its weight. "Vorlic... I accept this name, my lord."

"Good," Axton said with a satisfied smirk. "From this day on, you are Vorlic, the Undying. My Undead General. The first of my potential legion."

Vorlic bowed deeply. "Your will is absolute, my lord."

Axton turned around.

Behind him, Vorlic stood silently, its hand resting over its chest in solemn respect like a knight who had finally found his liege.

[Name registered]

Ding!

[Name: Vorlic, the Undying]

[Title: The Undead General]

[Grade: Mythical]

[Level: 30]

[Class: Warrior, Mage Saint]

[Attack: 3600]

[Defense: 4300]

[Agility: 3350]

[Magic Power: 4540]

[HP: 6400 / 6400]

[Skills: Undead Summon, Bone Blade, Death Decree, Bone Graveyard, Bone Strengthening]

[Weapons: Dark Sword, Bone Staff]

Vorlic, as he would be called from now on, stood proudly before Axton — a towering figure of death and might. Its bones were thick and luminous under the dim, ghostly light of the Realm of Shadows, while its armor exuded an eerie, dark radiance.

The fearsome aura it emitted was enough to send chills even down the spine of other undead.

Axton studied the creature for a moment, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Vorlic wasn’t just a summon, it was a masterpiece.

A being that combined the brute force of a warrior with the refined, destructive elegance of a mage saint.

It was a rare dual-class summon.

"Impressive," Axton murmured. "A true commander of the dead."

He didn’t waste time. After inspecting Vorlic’s stats, he quickly distributed his accumulated experience points. Both he and his summons — Vorlic, his clone, the Great Bear, and the Earth Dragon — were leveled up by two.

The wave of energy that followed was immense, surging through the air like an invisible storm. Power, so raw and intoxicating, coursed through Axton’s body.

Once their preparations were done, Axton ventured deeper into the realm of shadows.

Vorlic took the lead, its heavy footsteps echoing against the cracked, dark stone floor as it scouted ahead. The creature’s burning blue eyes illuminated the darkness, scanning for any lurking threats before its lord would advance.

The further they went, the denser the atmosphere became. Black fog slithered around them like living shadows, whispering with the voices of the damned. The chill in the air was suffocating.

Axton frowned slightly and took a glance at his mana bar. As expected, it was steadily draining.

’Tch. I knew it. A summon of this caliber eats up my mana like crazy,’ he thought grimly. ’If I’m not careful, I won’t even have enough left to summon anyone else, much less cast spells myself. I can’t keep Vorlic out for too long.’

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Managing mana was becoming increasingly important the deeper he ventured.

Suddenly, Vorlic halted. Its skeletal hand rose sharply, signaling Axton to stop.

"Hold on, my lord," Vorlic’s deep, resonant voice echoed, calm yet commanding. The Undead General’s eyes narrowed toward the darkness ahead.

Axton stopped in his tracks, his gaze following the direction Vorlic was staring. From beyond the fog, he could see faint, shuffling movements. Then came the smell — rancid, rotting flesh.

’Hmm... more undead?’ he thought. But as they came closer, he noticed something different this time.

These creatures weren’t bare bones like skeletons. They had decaying flesh clinging to their bones, oozing dark, putrid fluids with every sluggish step.

Axton’s eyes narrowed as recognition dawned.

"Zombies..." he muttered.

[Zombies]

[Grade: 3]

[Level: 33]

[Attack: 999]

[Defense: 835]

[Agility: 600]

[HP: 1500 / 1500]

[Skills: Zombie Bite, Zombification, Zombie Craze, Zombie Charge]

Axton tilted his head slightly, analyzing the swarm of creatures that had begun to crawl out from the dark fissures of the ground.

Dozens of them. Maybe more.

They moved with agonizing slowness, but their sheer numbers were enough to become a problem for anyone who underestimated them.

He turned to his newly summoned general. "Handle it, Vorlic," he commanded, his tone calm but firm. "But be careful not to get bitten."

Vorlic bowed slightly. "As you command, my lord."

The zombies growled and hissed, their eyes glowing a sickly green as they began their sluggish advance.

Despite Vorlic’s imposing form and the overwhelming aura of death surrounding him, they didn’t stop.

They couldn’t.

Their hunger was boundless.

Their rotten mouths dripped with saliva as they charged, craving flesh and blood even if their target was a being of bone and darkness.

Vorlic didn’t move.

He stood perfectly still as the tide of decay approached, his hollow sockets glowing brighter, like twin blue stars igniting in the abyss.

And then, in a voice that resonated with the power of the death itself, he spoke.

"Death Decree."