Inside the underground facility below the Wayne Manor, a black-haired mage was carrying different variations of magic spells and trying to mix the different specins of corpses and bones.
Unlike Kahn, Ceril had an inherent understanding of his abilities & magical skills that were passed down to him from the mories of the undead summoner. Just that he too needed to practice and get experienced so he could make his own body compatible with the skills first.
At this mont, he was still in his human form and hence, his attributes were reduced by 20 levels. But to diligent researchers like him, this was also an opportunity to test his limits and improve upon them.
In front of him were 14 dried dead bodies. Each of them belonging to different species such as humans, demi-humans, centaurs, botirs and thralls.
Many cut-down limbs and torsos were now placed in a wide and long wooden table that could hold a feast in a certain magic school that had a principal who always gave all the points to Gryffindor.
Ceril was writing down the log of the experints after trying to attach different body parts together and then summon that specin as his undead.
"Day 5, Log 73.
The new specin shows signs of synergy between body parts I added but yet it hasn't been able to react to all the mana output.
Even the undead summoning magic failed to keep this specin intact for more than 5 minutes before the body itself broke down and in so cases, it crumbled down and turned into dust." spoke Ceril as he wrote in the book at the sa ti.
From the past 5 days, he was visiting and robbing new graveyards at night. And in the new facility he redesigned to et his needs, he started studying and creating new undead and skeletal soldiers using the dead bodies.
He cut, molded and sewed limbs from different species and attached them together. Ceril had been trying to summon these creatures as his undead but for reasons unknown, the new resultant specins were not sustainable.
This problem didn't happen when he created undead soldiers from a single intact body.
The majority of the experints crumbled and broke down after a short ti of the summoning, rendering his efforts useless.
"Day 5, Log 74.
I'm making steady progress but the difference in mana structure present in these test subjects is prohibiting a result that is compatible and possesses all of their abilities. At this rate, the supply will not et the demand. I need more bodies for further research." said Ceril aka Dr. Frankenstein.
Given the number of trials and errors he had to go through, Ceril noticed that it wasn't effective & the quantity was very lacking for the long term.
To improve his skills and efficiency as a Necromancer, he needed more resources.
Since his master was in closed room studies of magic, he couldn't ask for help either as he knew how hard it was for anyone to comprehend & master the ins and outs of magic.
"Hmm… I guess I have no choice but to shake so trees." he said and left the facility to do his daily dayti job as one of the people running the Bloodborne company.
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Baltimore Cetery
One of the largest ceteries that spanned for 5 kiloters long and held the graves of over 10,000 deceased people in Rukon District.
Even getting a couple of ters of space for your burial site cost a lot. It was manageable for humans but for the other species who normally sized much bigger in height and width, it was an exorbitant amount.
So only the rich and powerful who wanted a well-mandated and sizable tomb as their resting place would co to buy out the plot here.
There were even master rank guards left in charge of the security asures.
What the rich feared the most was that soone desecrating their resting place or rob their belongings that would be buried with them. For the upper class of the society, they wanted to die as soone rich while being buried with money and costly ornants.
And hence, many opted for such highly secured ceteries that ensured the safety of their tombs.
During the night, inside the main office building of this cetery managent that was placed at the far left, a blue demonkin knocked on a door.
"Sir, there's soone to see you." said the attendee.
"Let them in." ordered a yellow 3 ter tall Wolfkin who emitted the aura of a peak master rank individual.
Step! Step!
A set of footsteps were heard as a mage dressed in black robes who held a black scepter in his hands walked in.
The Lionkin gestured the mage to sit on the seat across his table and spoke.
"How may I help you?" he asked.
"Greetings, mister Logan."
Said the mage and passed out a space ring over the table.
"What's this?" asked Logan, the wolfkin.
"Check the contents and you might get an idea why I am here." said the shoulder-length silver-haired human mage.
As soon as Logan checked what was inside, he was left frozen on the spot.
He looked at the mage with eyes full of disbelief and asked with a curious tone.
"The ring has 10 million gold coins.. This much amount.. What do you want?" he asked.
"I assu you're fully aware of what could soone like with money to spend need from soone like you who manages and runs this vast graveyard that houses so many deceased people." said the mage in black in a benign tone. Completely unaffected by this query.
Logan gave him an understanding gaze as if this wasn't his first ti facing such a situation.
He took out an isolation artifact and sealed the room.
"At least tell your na first before we get to business." he said in a stern tone.
To his question, the mage didn't reply with words but instead, he quickly released his aura extrely dense and domineering aura that instantly filled the entire room.
[A Peak Grandmaster!] thought Logan with an aghast expression.
"Oh, where are my manners.. I apologize for the late introductions. I have had many nas but these days, people call …"
He took a pause and then continued in a mischievous tone.
"Loki."
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[[Author : Reference Art for Ceril in his Loki form given in chapter comnts. Check it out]]
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