Sylver Seeker

Chapter 208: Hello Again(1/2)

Chapter 208: Hello Again(1/2)

Total Level: 160[Koschei-10][Necromancer-100][Swamp Lord-50]

CON: 200DEX: 110STR: 110INT: 413WIS: 259AP: 0

Health: 2,000/2,000Stamina: 982/1,000MP: 11,591 /16,520

Health Regen: 23.34/MStamina Regen: 20.00/MMP Regen: 9627.03/M

Sylvers arms felt numb from overexerting his mana channels in such a way.

In reality, his whole body felt numb, but his arms were uncomfortably numb. The lines he had carved into his bones had seemingly floated to the surface of his skin and presented themselves as purple-tinged scars.

They looked like bruises if bruises could look like Sylvers skin was cracking to pieces. He spent the ride back to Fausts sect feverishly rubbing his skin until the marking subsided, but his body plain and simple didnt have the necessary components to fix the damage.

The bruises were lighter by the time Sylver had to jump off Ulvic, but they were still visible, and to save himself the embarrassment, Sylver wrapped his arms up with bandages.

It was significantly better than rotting from the inside, but it was yet another reminder that Sylver was pushing his body further than he should be. Sadly, he didnt have Nyx around to tell him to slow down, he didnt have the luxury of waiting for his flesh and bones to grow at their own pace.

But with every strained mana channel, with every cast spell, and every moment he was alive and moving around, Sylver was edging closer and closer towards a body capable of ripping souls straight out of peoples bodies.

Sylver walked through the emptying streets with the body part-filled boxes floating in a neat cube above him. Faust had invested some red jade into a couple of alchemical books and provided Sylver with a list of monster bits that could be used to brew a potion, pill, or powder.

When it came to monsters that lived in swamps, the vast majority of the important bits were the venom sacks, skin, fangs, and liver. The monsters that Spring killed that werent on the list, were harvested for what he thought would make the most sense as a potion ingredient.

Sylver knew a thing or two about alchemy. He knew a thing or two about most things, but alchemy was one of those skillsets that he had a somewhat in-depth knowledge of. As a pure-dark Sylver was limited in the tools he could use to enhance his abilities.

Doubly so after he became undead.

Thankfully potions were one of those things that just about any creature, regardless of mana core type, or how alive they were, could benefit from. Granted, it was difficult to adapt the useful potions to affect an undead pure-dark, but once Sylver figured out how to do it once, he could do it with most potions.

Ironically, and very few people found this funny when Sylver told them, the damage sustained from potion overuse was identical to overusing certain types of dark magic.

Why, the symptoms were so similar that magic-enhancing drug addicts were very often mistaken for dark mages. But that was one of those subjects that Sylver hadnt bothered to delve too deeply in, since there was very little that could be done with potions that couldnt be replicated with good old-fashioned spell work.

It was useful when he was an apprentice and struggled to cast more than 1 spell at the same time. But at his current level Sylver juggled strength enhancement, air resistance reduction, adhesiveness, several telekinetic spells, channeling mana towards the shades to make them a bit faster and stronger, and lastly whatever magic he was using to attack his opponent.

While it might be nice to become a bit more focused, Sylvers bottleneck wasnt his mana manipulation abilities or his lack of focus, it was a lack of mana.

And the only potions Sylver knew that could increase his mana capacity by a significant amount, would cripple his body for about a month. Because, and this was something only a very select number of master alchemists were aware of, potions affected a persons soul.

Some were purely physical, but unsurprisingly, the ones that touched anything mana channel related also had to touch the mages soul.

The two people standing outside Fausts sect were wearing identical masks that looked worryingly similar to the masks Sylver used. Except while Sylvers mask was white to bring attention to his head, and away from his hands/feet/body, these two were wearing a very dark shade of red.

They were wearing the standard bathrobe style shirt that was the norm here, with matching dark red pants, gloves, and tight wrappings around their wrists, ankles, and neck, that completely hid all their skin. The only part of them that was directly visible were their eyes.

Do you have eyeliner underneath that? Sylver asked the boy/man on the right.

Age-wise they were closer to men than they were to boys, especially when the fact that they had no choice but to mature to survive was taken into account.

It was starting to become a very worrying recurring theme in Sylvers choice of allies. First Misha and Masha, then Chrys, then the dark elves, Ria in a certain sense, and now these thieving cripples who would have all been dead if not for the boy who forced Sylver to get decapitated.

All were children that didnt get to be children.

To better hide in the dark, the boy answered.

Sylver could do little but nod at him, as he walked through the gates and entered the sect, with floating boxes full of dead monster parts following behind him.

Its starting to get annoying that they dont use their names. I can barely tell them apart as it is, and now theyre all wearing matching uniforms.

Sylver thought as he looked at the identically dressed people punching and kicking those weird targets Faust had constructed. They were crisscrossed-shaped metal spheres hanging off a large wooden pole.

If you punched the sphere on the left, it would spin clockwise and would make a sphere on the right spin towards your head, foot, or torso, depending on how the metal connecting them was bent.

Sylver funneled the boxes down into Fausts workshop, and after they were inside, followed behind them.

Im ready for good news! Sylver said as Faust continued quietly stirring his giant fancy cauldron.

Sylver put the boxes in the corner and made himself comfortable on his own shadow. Faust continued working on his potion/pill for a couple of minutes before he was able to step away from the simmering cauldron.

They asked to meet inside Foburs house. Didnt specify a time, so I guess just go whenever youre ready, Faust said with a slightly forced smile.

Good Any more good news before you tell me about the other thing? Sylver asked, and Faust took a moment to sigh before he spoke. He almost looked guilty as he grinned at Sylver.

The woman who came here was hot. And I mean hot. If she wasnt crazy, I might have asked her out. She was like 9.5 out of 10 levels of hot, Faust explained, and Sylver raised an eyebrow at him.

Define crazy.

Well, shes in a group that agreed to work with you. If she isnt crazy herself, shes crazy by proxy. But that one was crazy, I might not have your soul reading abilities, but I know crazy eyes when I see them, Faust explained, and Sylver could do little but nod.

Alright Now give me the bad news, Sylver said, and he could see Faust contemplating whether to make this specific problem, Sylvers problem.

Its not bad news, per se, its more of a Never mind. Ill handle it, Faust said.

Because I trust you, Im only going to ask this once Are you sure? Sylver asked.

Faust looked away for a couple of seconds, and then quietly nodded at Sylver.

On an unrelated note, hypothetically, what would someone need to treat the Night Fever mimicking curse? Im going to guess this isnt something a bottle of holy water will cure, so whats the solution? Faust asked as Sylver chose to believe this really was an unrelated topic of discussion.

He would have felt it if one of the kids under Fausts protection caught it.

On the contrary, at the very early stages, a bottle of high-quality holy water would pretty much cure it. Or at least suppress it, Im not 100% certain regarding the curing part. But since the curse itself isnt directly destructive, as long as the person continues drinking holy water, they should be fine, Sylver explained and could tell by the way Faust was nodding along that he was committing his words to memory.

How long for a proper, full, cure? Hypothetically, I mean. I dont mean how long you would need, but how long would someone like Tarragon need to find a cure? Faust asked.

Sylver would be lying if he said he wasnt tempted to ask why exactly Faust was so curious, but hed already decided not to get involved. Even if this sounded like the kind of thing that eventually became big enough that Sylver had no choice but to get involved.

Curses are Theyre sort of alive, in a way regular spells arent. Even the act of looking at them can cause them to react. I have curses that will activate just by thinking about them. For all I know that curse sucked in its stomach when it felt me reaching out for it. To figure out what it really looks like, requires waiting for it to run out of breath, metaphorically speaking, Sylver explained.

So, it might react differently to Tarragon Is there a way to protect yourself from it? Faust asked, and Sylver had to be mindful of Ria misinterpreting his respect at a well-made curse for something else.

He wasn't happy there was a curse around, but that didnt mean he couldnt appreciate the skill.

Not sleeping in the same room as someone already affected by it. Apart from that, not really. Its got 3 conditions for transfer, the infected person must be asleep, the target must be asleep, and the person and the target must be in the same room.

Lycanthropy on the other hand only has 1 condition for transfer, exchanging bodily fluids. Generally speaking the more conditions a curse has, the harder it is to prevent infection. There are potions to stop the spread of lycanthropy, but not this, Sylver said, as Faust nodded along, and seemed to come to some kind of decision in his mind.

Just out of curiosity, what could someone already infected do? Faust asked, and Sylver really didnt like the way he sounded.

But he had to trust Faust wouldnt withhold information that would harm Sylver.

Sleep as much as they can during the time they are awake. The damage to the body is done during the coma the curse puts people in, and the only way to buy more time is to allow the body to rest during the time the curse isnt active, Sylver explained.

I see What would happen if someone attempted to brute force the curse? Just saturate the infected person in pure healing magic? Faust asked.

Nothing. If youve slept because of it even once, its already a part of you. Think of it like Like cutting the leaves off a tree. It will slow the tree down, a little, but you need to get the roots to kill it. Curses are typically made with an end goal in mind, Sylver explained, as he brushed invisible dust off himself out of habit.

Assuming this one was made, Faust added.

Yes. And while I hate myself for assuming the worst in who I would somewhat consider to be my people, but my money is that the witches made it. Except the question then is why they had waited so long before using it. They must have lived there for centuries, so what happened in the last year that they turned hostile? Sylver asked as Faust raised an eyebrow.

Witches?

Right, I thought I already mentioned it. I found what I presumed to be a witch coven in the middle of the swamp. We didnt get a chance to talk, but these soul-stretching monsters seem like something a witch would do Maybe It is possible the person I was chasing wasnt a witch and specifically led me to the coven Sylver explained, and gradually started to mumble to himself.

What? Faust asked.

Dont worry about it. Just be careful your people dont wander too deeply into the swamp if they need to go there for some reason. I may have antagonized them a little, so let me know right away if someone goes missing Anyway Any other hypotheticals you want to run by me before I leave? Sylver asked, as Faust smiled at him and shook his head.

I need you to stay here and babysit the sect when you have a day or so to spare. Theres an auction happening in the White Ring, and I wanted to have a look. Theres a grand auction happening in a week or so, but the things being sold there are far above my budget at the moment, so theres no point looking, Faust explained, as Sylver placed a hand on his shoulder.

Assuming all goes well with the Bucklers, take a good look at the things being sold at the grand auction. Because if this group is even half as competent as I imagine them to be, there might be a way of procuring some of the things you want, but cant afford, Sylver explained, as Ria chimed in.

By stealing them, Ria said, with the kind of accusatory tone that meant that Sylver should feel ashamed for suggesting such a thing.

Yes, although I would prefer to call it a heist. Sounds less criminal that way, and more exciting, Sylver explained.

Its still stealing, Ria doubled down.

Ria, youve watched me kill people, in what way is merely taking their possessions away from them worse than that? Also, its not stealing. Stealing implies taking something when you dont have the right to take it. If Im strong enough, or smart enough, to take their things from them, I didnt steal, Sylver explained, as Faust nodded along.

The strong do what they can, and the weak suffer what they must, Faust said.

Or rather quoted, because Sylver had the feeling he had heard those exact words somewhere before.

Well put Faust. As heartbreaking as it may be, that genuinely is the reality of the situation. I realize the methods I choose to employ may at times seem barbaric, or downright sadistic, but I promise you Ria, Im merely doing the best I can with the tool I have available. As is Faust, as is his thief-filled sect, as is the dragon, along with everyone else, Sylver explained, as Ria quietly slithered back into her staff.