The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 134: The Experiment (2) The Goblin King

Alfred moved to the center of the chamber, his expression as composed as ever. He began to adjust the symbols etched into the stone, expanding the circle to accommodate the larger body of the goblin king. I watched him work, my mind already racing with possibilities.

If I could successfully animate the goblin king and bend it to my will, it would be a significant leap in my understanding of necromancy. Not just reanimation, but true control—something that could change the very nature of how we think about this dark art. The goblin king was a creature of immense strength and a twisted form of intelligence.

If I could harness that, it would be more than just a mindless puppet; it could become a tool, a weapon even.

As Alfred completed the adjustments, I moved to the crate and, with a flick of my wrist, the lid slid off, revealing the goblin king's corpse. Even in death, the creature was imposing, its massive frame taking up most of the crate.

Its jagged teeth were bared in a permanent snarl, and its eyes, though lifeless, still seemed to hold a glint of the malevolence that had made it such a formidable opponent.

I studied the body for a moment, considering the best approach. This wasn't just about brute force. The goblin king had been more than just a large, powerful creature. It had led its horde with a cunning that had taken me by surprise. To revive it, I would need to do more than simply reanimate its corpse—I needed to capture that essence of leadership, that cunning.

"Alfred," I said, my voice low but steady, "this will require more than the basic necromantic circles we've been using. Prepare the secondary runes. We need to ensure the binding is strong."

Alfred nodded, moving quickly to gather the necessary materials. I could feel the anticipation building within me as I watched him work. This was where the real challenge began.

I started by etching a new set of runes around the goblin king's body, each symbol meticulously carved with a precision that only came from years of study and practice. These were not the simple binding runes I had used on the lesser goblins. These were complex, interlocking symbols designed to reinforce the connection between the body and the magic that would animate it.

I had to account for the goblin king's innate resistance, its strength, and most importantly, its will.

As I worked, I could feel the magic humming beneath my fingertips, responding to my commands with a familiar, almost eager energy. The power was intoxicating, a cold, sharp edge that promised immense rewards if wielded correctly. But I had to remain focused. One mistake, one miscalculation, and the entire experiment could collapse—or worse, spiral out of control.

With the runes in place, I began the chant. The words of power rolled off my tongue, each syllable carefully enunciated to ensure the spell took hold. The air in the chamber grew thick with magic, the torches flickering as if in response to the growing power. The runes glowed brighter, their light reflecting off the goblin king's frozen body.

Slowly, I could see the magic taking effect. The goblin king's body began to twitch, its limbs jerking as the necromantic energy seeped into its muscles and bones. The runes flared brightly, and I could feel the strain as the magic fought to take control of the creature's immense strength. But I held firm, pouring more of my will into the spell, refusing to let it slip from my grasp.

The goblin king's eyes snapped open, the lifeless orbs glowing with an eerie green light. Its chest heaved as if drawing breath, and with a guttural snarl, it began to rise from the crate. The sheer force of its presence was overwhelming, a reminder of the power it had wielded in life. But now, that power was mine to command.

"Hold," I whispered, my voice laced with the magic of the binding. The goblin king's movements stilled, its head turning slowly to face me. There was no recognition in its eyes, only the dull obedience of a creature bound by necromancy. It was not the same as the lesser goblins; this one still had traces of its former self, fragments of the intelligence that had once driven it.

I took a step closer, my gaze locked on the creature's. "Kneel," I commanded, testing the limits of the control. For a moment, the goblin king hesitated, as if resisting the order. But the runes held, the binding forcing it to obey. Slowly, almost reluctantly, it lowered itself to one knee, bowing its head before me.

A rush of satisfaction surged through me. This was more than just a simple reanimation. I had succeeded in not only reviving the goblin king but also in asserting my will over it. The possibilities this opened up were vast, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my achievement.

"Impressive, Master Draven," Alfred remarked from behind me, his tone measured but with a hint of admiration. "You've done what few would dare to attempt."

I nodded, still focused on the goblin king. "This is only the beginning, Alfred. With this, we have a powerful tool at our disposal. But we must be cautious. The magic that binds it is strong, but it's not perfect. There is always the risk that it could break free."

"Understood," Alfred replied. "Shall I prepare additional safeguards?"

"Yes," I said, considering the implications. "We'll need to strengthen the runes and perhaps develop a secondary control mechanism. Something that can be triggered in case the primary binding begins to fail."

Alfred bowed slightly. "I will see to it immediately, Master."

As he moved to gather the necessary materials, I turned back to the goblin king. It remained kneeling, its head bowed in submission. But I could sense the tension in its posture, the lingering resistance that simmered just beneath the surface. It was a reminder that this magic was not without its dangers.

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I spent the next several hours refining the control spells, experimenting with different variations of the binding runes and testing the limits of the goblin king's obedience. Each test provided valuable insights, allowing me to fine-tune the magic and ensure that the creature remained firmly under my control.

I pushed it to the brink, forcing it to obey increasingly complex commands, and each time it complied, albeit with varying degrees of reluctance.

By the time I was satisfied with the results, the goblin king was little more than a puppet, its former self buried beneath layers of necromantic magic. It was a crude victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Exhausted but exhilarated, I finally stepped back, allowing the magic to settle. The goblin king stood motionless, awaiting my next command, its green eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the chamber. I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. I had taken a creature of immense power and reduced it to little more than a tool—a weapon that could be wielded at my discretion.

"Alfred," I called, my voice echoing through the chamber.

He appeared at my side almost instantly, his expression as calm and composed as ever. "Yes, Master?"

"Seal it away for now," I instructed, gesturing to the goblin king. "We've learned what we needed to. The next step will be integrating this into our plans. But for now, let it rest."

Alfred nodded, moving to bind the goblin king with a series of complex runes that would ensure it remained dormant until I required its services again. As he worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. This was a significant step forward, not just in my understanding of necromancy, but in the grander scheme of things.

The goblin king was only the beginning. There were more creatures, more beings that could be harnessed, controlled, and used to further my goals. And with each step, I grew stronger, more capable of bending this world to my will.

As Alfred finished the binding, I allowed myself a moment of reflection. The battle with the goblins, the experiments, the newfound power—it was all part of a larger plan, one that was slowly coming to fruition. There were still challenges ahead, still obstacles to overcome. But with each success, I felt the pieces falling into place.

The experiments had been a success, and with them, I had taken another step closer to achieving my goals. The power of necromancy was mine to command, and with it, I would shape the future—both mine and that of this world.

And nothing, not even the darkness that lingered at the edges of my mind, would stand in my way.

Even if it's considered forbidden, a taboo, or a sin.

I will protect what I deem as important.