Novel Full Chapter 933: Two Undead
Chapter 933: Two Undead
Michael lay on the ground, pale and exhausted.
His skin, which had always been fair enough to draw comparisons to a maiden’s complexion, now looked dried out and faintly sickly.
"...As expected," he muttered. "I needed more material."
For the Drakeblood specifically, the scale of what was required had been in a different category entirely. Three bowls, each three times the size of the one he had used for the Rank 4 demonic supernatural.
Michael had known going in that reviving something of that caliber would not be cheap. He had prepared himself mentally for the cost.
And yet.
Michael turned his head slightly and looked at the empty bowls beside him.
As one grew stronger, many things stopped making conventional sense. He understood that. But watching his own blood flow like a continuous river without stopping, filling bowl after bowl, was a new experience even for him. There was something deeply strange about watching your body produce that volume without dying from it.
What truly left him looking listless was the blood essence.
Out of caution and a desire to give the ritual every advantage he could, Michael had gone all out. Five large drops of blood essence added to the second mixture. Combined with the two he had already used previously, that brought the total to seven large drops out of ten.
With this level of consumption it made sense that he felt this weak. Blood essence was not something the body shrugged off losing in that quantity. Natural recovery would take a significant amount of time.
Michael exhaled slowly through his nose.
"...Evolving my undead really is the easier path."
He meant it sincerely. It was truly difficult for those without a cheat to lean on.
If there was an orthodox and unorthodox way to gaining power, Michael’s usual progress was undoubtedly the latter. Procedures like his recent blood consumption were considered orthodox instead, which was a bit ironic since the good path was the slow and complex one.
After resting for a while, Michael reached out to his Rank 3 healing worm.
The creature was not particularly impressive to look at, especially after seeing Jester’s new form, but what it lacked in appearance it made up for entirely in function.
Michael held still as it worked, feeling the steady pull of its healing energy moving through him.
When it finished, Michael sat up slowly and took stock of himself.
Three large drops of his blood essence had been restored in a single session.
Michael exhaled quietly, genuinely relieved. Without the worm, sitting at three remaining out of ten would have been a recovery process measured in weeks. Getting back to six changed the calculation considerably.
But he could already feel the limit pressing against him. His body’s response to the healing had a ceiling. If he pushed for another round, he would be pulling at his foundation instead.
That was not a trade worth making for the sake of speed.
The good news was that his Mortal God physique was not ordinary. Even passive recovery at his current stage moved faster than it would have for most people at the same rank.
Michael did a quiet calculation in his head. The academy had given him until next week before he was expected back. That was enough time to recover considerably, as long as he didn’t do anything else that cost him more blood essence between now and then.
Michael dismissed the worm and stretched his body slightly.
Though the cost had been enormous, the benefit was not small either.
Michael turned to look at the two figures standing before him.
The Rank 4 demonic supernatural and the Drakeblood, now settled into its humanoid form.
His Rank 4 undead.
He studied them quietly for a moment. Compared to his other undead, who in their humanoid forms tended to mirror certain aspects of Michael’s own appearance, these two were different. Their eyes were white. Flat and pale, a characteristic look of flesh-type undead in their most direct form. Bluntly put, they carried the visual quality of what ordinary people would simply call zombies.
Michael had never particularly cared about the appearance of his undead. What mattered was what they could do, and by that measure these two sat at the top of everything he currently had.
The Rank 4 demonic supernatural had been a significant opponent in life. Whatever it had been before death, its power had not diminished in any way that made it unimpressive now. If anything, death had stripped away everything except capability.
And the Drakeblood.
Michael’s eyes lingered on it slightly longer.
Among the two undead it was the strongest.
Michael, who was now their master, could use Detect on them whenever he liked. If they were alive he wouldn’t dare attempt this.
The demonic supernatural was graded at level 85, equivalent to a peak early-stage Rank 4 superpower. If it had been one level higher and Michael wasn’t its master, he wouldn’t have even been able to see its level at all, thanks to the twenty level difference between them.
The Drakeblood, on the other hand, was at level 90, which genuinely shocked Michael. This was only ten levels away from level 100, and one level beyond that was the threshold of a demigod.
Thinking about it now, Michael felt truly fortunate to have succeeded in reviving the Drakeblood, especially on his first attempt. It was all thanks to the many advantages that made him an anomaly.
Compared to the Rank 4 demonic supernatural, which looked as human as Michael save for its undead features, the Drakeblood was only humanoid in shape. In its humanoid form it had dragon-like horns on its head with scales covering several parts of its body.
Michael knew this was characteristic of the Drakeblood race. Based on the knowledge he had of them, the stronger the individual, the more purified their bloodline became, and the more dragon-like their appearance grew. The more dragon-like they appeared, the more perfect they were considered to be.