CHAPTER 42: UNDEAD

Silva had no idea what this evolution stuff was going to be like, but he was certain that if the system took all this time to warn him, then it was definitely something that would consume a lot of time.

He didn’t want to be here and then start an evolution where there were monsters, but he also couldn’t leave right now. He wanted to get through this stuff as soon as possible and head home.

Silva thought about it for a few seconds and then came to the conclusion that he was going to stay. This was a castle, and that meant there were some rooms. If he could clear a room within one hour, he could stay there, maybe.

With that in mind, he looked forward and the skeleton had completely come out of the ground. A green flame burned in the eye sockets.

It locked its face on Silva and immediately dashed at him. Silva placed one foot back for support, and when it was within a good range, he used Claw Strike.

The purple arcs tore through the air, the undead lifted its arms and blocked the attack. It smashed deep through the bones and pushed it back but didn’t manage to take it down, and somehow the bones fixed themselves.

"I see, so you are like the orcs, then I’ll have to go for the head," Silva said and charged in. The undead punched, he leaped into the air, grabbed the bony hands with his feet wide open.

He pulled the undead under him at full force and then spun midair, sending a powerful kick right into the face, shattering a part of the skull and slamming it into the wall. He landed and immediately lunged at the undead.

But the undead seemed to have been pissed by Silva cracking its skull. The skull refused to heal up unlike the arm. It rushed at Silva, leaped into the air and came down with a hammer slam, both hands interlocked.

Silva dodged to the side, the ground beneath cracked from the impact. He looked at the crack with shock. The undead lifted up almost instantly and threw a punch headed for Silva’s face. He dodged to the side and the fist met the wall and cracked it.

Silva looked at the arm, he grabbed it and pulled hard, pulling the undead close, then he headbutted it, knocking it a few steps back.

His head hurt, he had a red mark, but he had put some distance between them. Without hesitation, he pulled out the spear that he had gotten, and as he channeled his demonic energy into it, he thrust fast.

The spear cut through the air and suddenly became more than one. The undead didn’t know which was which and so the spear stabbed right into its skull and pinned it to the wall.

Silva followed up immediately, he pulled the spear out and threw a punch, smashing the skull right into the wall and killing the undead.

[You have gained 100 EXP, 50 demonic energy]

"Fifty? That’s a lot," Silva said.

[Undead are built from necromancy, they contain high amounts of negative energy]

"Oh, I see, thank you," Silva muttered. He looked at the creature, wondering what to use on it, Absorb or Demonic Forge. After a few seconds, he decided on Demonic Forge.

He stretched out his hands and the body shattered into particles, reforming into a bone dagger with some purple patterns.

Silva held the bone dagger and immediately the system screen of its information came up.

[Demonic Forge Bone Dagger: 10 percent increase in speed when attacking with the bone dagger]

From the first look, it seemed like something that wasn’t impressive, but when looked at deeper, ten percent wasn’t something to be joked about. If he could run a hundred meters in ten seconds, this would cut it down by a full one second, making him a second faster.

It still didn’t look like much, but in a world where how fast you can move can decide whether you live or you die, one second increase was massive.

Silva felt a little dizzy after using the forge, thirty percent of his demonic energy was already gone from using that.

"I really wish I could spam this stuff how I want, I guess this is the system’s way of gauging me for now."

He picked up the core from the floor and headed deeper. After a few more minutes, a group of three skeleton undead tore out of the ground, and this time, one in the back had some sort of bone sword.

The two at the front were the first to attack, they came rushing at full speed. Silva rushed in as well. The first swung its fist at him, he dodged it and sent a punch to its ribcage, shattering some bones and sending it a few steps back, but the bones started healing already.

The second came from the side and jumped into a super punch. Silva dodged it, grabbed the arm and used the momentum to slam the skeleton right into the wall, shattering many bones but they also began to heal.

By this time the first was already close again. He leaped into a knee kick, Silva blocked it before it hit his face, the undead then switched to a sweeping kick at his face while still in the air.

Silva’s arms were still up, so the kick slammed into them and knocked him to the side, but he wasn’t hurt.

"Is it just me, or are these undead extremely skilled in combat?" he said. He looked through the gap in his hands and saw the first undead coming with a punch.

He quick-stepped to the side and dodged it before punching, slamming the head and shattering one side of the skull. The undead was knocked back, but before he could finish it, the second came in kicking.

He dodged the kick, getting under the leg and then went for a sweep that sent the undead to the ground. Immediately he leaped into the air, feet aimed at the head of the undead.