Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The zombies were not spared from the explosion of skills, Rezar didn't know if he had conveniently chosen to forget this memory, or it was as a result of his jumbled up mind when he was finally downloaded, but he immediately remembered that the combination or utilization of two skills at the same time in Elysium was usually forbidden. No matter how game like Elysium seemed, there was a science to it, a process and its very own natural rules.

Magic was needed to power skills, and it was understood that each skill causes the magic in a person's body to flow in a particular pattern, speed and tempo. It made it possible for each individual to actually customize their skills; by mastering that flow and tempo, you could modify a particular skill and the way it was used. But this was a high level technique, and you would need a significant amount of magic and defense and ton of healing potions or spells to be able to deal with the outcome, Rezar had none of those and so he died, or he should have anyway.

[Angel of Death: you cannot be killed! Except by an object of Divine or Devilish might]

It was quite nice, honestly it was such a great advantage, but Rezar seriously wished he didn't have that trait. He would very much prefer to be dead right now, in hindsight his entire right arm has been blasted off, half his face was missing and his insides were garishly hanging outside of his body, and there was a rapidly expanding pool of blood around him. He had made a desperate gamble, and while he won, he was paying the price, this was unlike anything he ever had to experience, it was the worst kind of pain he's ever experienced.

But he was not the only one in such a terrible state, the boss Bessie Iron-hoof had half her cow face blasted to shreds, both horns were dislodged from her head and she was missing an upper jaw. Now it was just a question of who would die first, but given that Rezar couldn't die, the seconds would extremely torturous for the both of them. She would die eventually, but Rezar had no idea how long he had to wait before he would get help and be saved from this pain, but regardless he was still alive.

[Holy Cells has gained a level! Time to estimated full recovery….2 weeks]

Rezar opened his eyes wide in shock, he had to wait that long to get healed, within that time he would be assaulted by hunger and thirst, but because he couldn't move, he had no choice but to remain where he was. And neither the hunger or the thirst would kill him, he would just sit here languishing in pain and starvation until the holy cell passive skill ran its course, but therein lies a big problem. Passive skills weren't active and always worked in the background, but skills like holy cells also required energy.

And now it was working at full force, which means it would require a lot more energy than normal to keep up with the healing. Rezar reckoned the estimate was based on the current amount of magic he had, but once that ran out, then the time would stretch, it would take longer and longer which means he could be here longer than two weeks. This was going to be hell on earth, but as if that wasn't enough there was more bad news coming his way…. well mostly good news.

[You have completed the Monster Farm Dungeon at Extreme difficulty and with the threat of a dungeon outbreak. +10 to all stats, +10 skill points, +278,645 battle exp]

[Your undead Screet is due for promotion]

[Undead units due for promotion Elite Minotaur (x3) Mini Minotaur (x9) Pink Sheep (x19) Diamond Tooth Rabbit (x25) Poison wing chicken (x12) Smart Goat (x8) skull head Black Bulls (x10)]

[Your blood and magic has come in contact with dungeon crystal! Level insufficient to complete bonding! Estimated time to full bonding is 8 months! You can't leave the dungeon within that time period and no one else can come in. until the dungeon has been fully bonded it will be spawning waves of monsters every 6 hours! The strength of the monsters spawned would scale according to your combined levels. Dungeon's difficulty has been reset from extreme, difficult, to Hard]

[The Dungeon Crystal is a Spire for monsters! Due to the bonding process you and your undead are now considered monsters of the dungeon! You can use it in place of a town spire! Please note you can't pick a new class or delete and old class. You cannot communicate with other town spires; neither can you purchase anything from the Elysium Spire Store. The cost for leveling is three times as much with this spire, cost will reduce the higher the percentage of the bonding. Every usage of the dungeon crystal costs 1 gold coin! Good luck]

[You have received loots from clearing the dungeon! You now have access to dungeon inventory]

[ 2 sets of grey Minotaur leather armor, Butcher Mace, Butcher Axe, Butcher Halberd, Butcher Warhammer, 3 minotaur Horn short swords, 3 flasks of basic health potion, 3 flasks of basic magic potion, 1 flask of basic defense potion, 1 random grade familiar summon ticket, Level 1 basic monster animal farm blueprint. 87 silver, 624 gold, [Horn Charge] skill book, [Gore] skill book, [Basic Farming] skill book, Animal Farmer class change token.]

[please note that every monster now spawned by the dungeon cannot be raised as an undead!]

That was a lot of rewards for just one person alone, but it was understandable. This was a party dungeon, but in the end the only person left was Rezar after the nobles had left. Sure it was quite nice that he had all these rewards to himself, but he was stuck in this place for the next 8 months! There was no way he could feel good about it. He could increase his level to hurry the bonding up, but the tradeoff was that he would be facing much stronger monsters than he needed to, which would put him and his monsters in a whole lot of trouble.

Now the advantage was that his level couldn't be allowed to increase, but the current amount of undead he had here could level up as much as they could. He was limited in the way he could grow, but they could get as strong as they wanted. These were just the undead that were ready for promotion, there were still a bunch of them hanging around, which mean there was still a chance. So even if he couldn't make any more undead, he could at the very least make the ones he had here that much stronger.

Survival would have been a question, but there was food to be had in the amount of monsters coming his way. The isolation would be terrible and hard, but at least he would live and he would get stronger. Somehow he understood that it was not his fate to be weak or anybody's bitch! This was a terrible situation, but it was also a very good opportunity. By the time he's out of here, the world better watch out. Now... where was that healing potion.