NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3: Rebirth as the seventh son
Mortuum Cohort – Level 1
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Number of Troops: 0/5
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The dead answer your call, swearing eternal allegiance to your dark will. Those who pledge themselves to you upon death are reborn as undead warriors, their power growing with each life they take. You wield the cursed tongue, commanding them with the forbidden words of necromantic authority.
To bind a soul to your service, the oath of allegiance must be spoken:
"I, [NAME], before the eternal darkness, swear unwavering fealty even after death to the Cursed Lord [Lord's Name].
By the decaying flesh that binds me,
By the bones that rattle in my grave,
By the shadows that shroud my soul,
I pledge my undead existence,
My unyielding loyalty,
My eternal servitude.
May my heart turn to dust,
May my mind be shrouded in darkness,
May my spirit be forever bound.
If I falter, if I betray,
The cursed lord's will, my own decay.
I shall march into the abyss,
With every step,
With every breath,
I shall honor the darkness.
Forevermore, I am yours, Cursed Lord [Lord's Name],
My master, my king, my eternity."
As your mastery grows, so does your dominion. With advanced levels, you gain the power to raise any skeleton you desire and forge new, corrupted souls from the essence of those you have slain, expanding your unholy army and sealing your legacy as a true necromantic overlord.
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We both stared at the window in front of us, dumbfounded. This was beyond what was common. As I read through the text, I noticed Athena's lips curling into a smirk.
- Well, well, my cursed child, she said mockingly.
- Shall I say you have a bad time releasing your karma? I wish you the good luck that you don't have. Now, shall I send you to the world assigned to you? Fulfill my will and obey my commands.
I started to protest, but before I could even utter a word, she pointed her spear at me. A bubble formed around, and I was sucked into the void once more.
When I woke up, everything hurt. The wind against my skin felt like daggers stabbing into me. Voices speaking in a strange language echoed around me, their tones feminine but unintelligible. My head throbbed, making it unbearable to open my eyes. Just as the pain became too much, I felt something warm enveloping me, shielding me from the wind. Relief washed over me, and I finally managed to open my eyes.
A giant woman loomed over me, her violet eyes filled with tears and her sweat-soaked violet hair clinging to her face. She held me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. That's when it hit me:
- I've been reincarnated.
The language the women spoke—ancient Latin—was one I had only encountered in my previous world's ancient texts, spoken by priests. A smile spread across the giant woman's face as she spoke:
- You shall be my little Victor, Victor Dominatus.
[You have been named.] [Welcome, Subject 1636, to the Athena Slave System!] [You have been named in this world as Victor Dominatus.] [Checking your status…]
Name: [Victor Dominatus (Subject 1636)]
Title(s): [Newborn Athena Slave]
Race: [Baseline Human]
Class: [Without Class]
Level: [0]
Experience (EXP): [0] / [100]
Attributes
Strength [1] Physical power, affecting damage dealt with melee attacks and carrying capacity.
Dexterity [1] Hand-eye coordination, affects ranged attacks, precision, and stealth skills.
Agility [1] Speed and reflexes, impacting movement, evasion, and reaction times.
Constitution [1] Endurance and vitality, affecting HP and resistance to physical damage.
Intelligence [103] Cognitive ability, determining magic potency, learning speed, and analysis.
Wisdom [204] Practical knowledge, perception, and decision-making in complex situations.
Charisma [1] Persuasion, social influence, and leadership capabilities.
Derived Stats
HP (Hit Points) [10] Total health and damage tolerance.
MP (Mana Points) [0] Magical energy reserve for spellcasting.
SP (Stamina Points) [10] Energy for physical actions and skills.
Defense [1] Resistence to physical damage taken.
Magic Defense [1] Reduces magical damage taken.
Skills and Abilities
Active Skills:[None Skills available] – [you have yet to learn new skills]
Passive Skills:[None Skills available] – [you have yet to learn new skills]
Blessings:
Aegis of the Damned – Level 1 – [+1 Random Attribute or +1 Constitution for each 100 liters of blood consumed.]
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Blood Bank: 100/100
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Cursed Illumination – Level 1 - [+1 on Intelligence, wisdom or charisma for each victim of your evil deeds]
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Mortuum Cohort – Level 1 – [No one has swear allegiance to you yet]
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Souls essence: 0/100
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Notes
Faction: [House Dominatus]
Reputation: 10 of Renown
Stand: [Youngest one of the seven children of the Dominatus House, a Patrician house of the Roman Republic, who rules as governors of the Corsica province. Their Sigil is a Red Banner with the Goddess Bellona on the Background carrying her shield and spear as her hoplite helmet]
Faction: [Roman Republic]
Reputation: 1 of Renown
Stand:[One of the many sons of a patrician house of the Roman Republic, a Republic Situated on the italic Península]
Faction: [Rorwin Kingdom]
Reputation: [1 of infamy]
Stand: [One of the many sons of a patrician house of the Roman Republic that is rival of Rorwin Kingdom, a Dwarf Kingdom situated on the Swiss Alps]
Faction: [New Cartagen Empire]
Reputation: [1 of infamy]
Stand: [One of the many sons of a patrician house of the Roman Republic that is rival of Cartagen Empire, a Multi-species empire situated on North Africa and on the Mediterranean islands]
***
"Ohh… So annoying, why so many pop up's, it's almost like a virus entered my head, why I feels like I woke in some kinda of novel environment? I know I said that I would do things right in my next life, but what kinda of shit world is that" I thought while reading the data.
"For god sake I woke up in some kinda of classical age with magic, I really want to puke" I cried hard, because was the only answer my body had at the moment.
The maids on theirs tunic could not stop but to despair
- Lady, why he don't stop crying, should we call the healer ?
His mother answered while balancing him:
- No, my little Victor just needs some rest, let's hear a song, shall we?
Then she started singing, her voice should not have been like the best singers in my last world but was pretty good enough and was better than the desperate shouts of the ladies, so Victor tried to maintain the composure and started analyzing his situation.