I Became A Zompirewolf

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Name: ???

Species: Death Mage (Active), Vampire (Deceased).

Status: Resurrected Summon

Class: Mage, Shadow Elementalist

Title: [Back From The Dead], [Sorceress From Hell], [Master of Aerokinesis]

Age: —

Gender: Female

Grade: E-tier (Evolution is possible)

Affiliation: Ashton Fenrir

Level:

> Dark Sorceress : 35 (0%)

Stats:

HP: 4000/4000

Mana: 4950/4950

Magic damage: 90-110

Armour: 50

Stealth: 87

Stamina: Unlimited

Agility: 89

Intelligence: 89

Charm: 99

Special Nature:

Cunning ．

Charismatic

Personality: Timid, Faithful, Motivated.

Job: None – 10% satisfied.

Physical/health issues: It’s an undead summon…

Afraid of: Being useless to her new master.

Motivation: The thirst to serve her new master.

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“That sure is a huge status profile…”

Ashton read the bare minimum about Camilla, or at least whatever the being in front of him was before closing the pop-up.

Unlike when Ashton resurrected Sven, it seemed Camilla had some of her memories intact as she could recognise him. Also, for some reason, she had become affiliated with him. Meaning she had recognised him as her master.

“Master, please bestow a name upon me.” The shadowy figure muttered while bowing down to Ashton.

The more time Ashton spent with Camilla, or whatever the creature in front of him was, the more he recognised the difference between her and Sven. For starters, Sven had little to no conversational capabilities when he was resurrected, while Camilla could clearly voice her emotions without breaking a single sentence.

“Maybe it’s because of her high intelligence? That is the only explanation that comes to my mind.”

Ashton ignored Camilla’s request and pondered about it for a while. But the witch seemed to be adamant about receiving a name from her master and kept bothering him till he gave in.

“FINE! Celeste, that’ll be your name.” Ashton named her whatever came to his mind first just to get her off his back.

“I will take that majestic name with honour and gratitude. I shall serve you in any way you wish till the end of your days. Oh, great master-” Celeste was clearly showing a display of her ‘charm’, while using it to butter Ashton up.

“Yeah yeah, that’s enough. I’ll summon you when I’ll require your services.” Ashton shook his head and sent her to [Valhalla].

He then gave Sven a ‘Are you for real?’ look, to which Sven replied by playing with his sword, almost pretending that he couldn’t see his master. Ashton then sent him back as well, with the addition of the skeletons birthed after sacrificing those assassins.

Unlike the wolves, these skeletons would be of more help to him, as they knew how to fight and defend him. As soon as everything else was taken care of, Ashton activated the werewolf genes before deactivating the rest.

“Aw… looking at this sleeping bastard.” Ashton scoffed and booted Kai hard between his legs.

“Motherfuc-”

Despite the drool-covered face serving as proof of how deep of sleep Kai had been in, one kick was enough to wake him up with a painful expression. It took a couple of seconds before Kai realised where he was and what he had witnessed before falling asleep.

“What the hell happened here?” He asked absentmindedly when he saw the level of chaos the area around him was covered in.

“I protected your sorry ass from a bunch of assailants, that’s what.” Ashton replied nonchalantly, “Now get up, we should regroup with the rest. They might be getting worried.”

“You killed 13 vampires all on your own? Don’t make me laugh-”

Usually, Ashton would have ignored such a comment, after all, he knew how to treat royal assholes. But seeing how ungrateful the brat was even after all that happened there, was too much for him.

He immediately grabbed Kai by the collar, lifting his feet off the ground in the process. The expression on Kai’s face turned from a confident brat to that of a scared rodent.

In all of the years Kai had been alive, no one had ever dared to touch him without his permission, let alone treat him with such disrespect.

He thought it was because people admired him or were afraid of him. However, only now did he realise, that none of it was true. The one they feared was not him, but who he was related to. Everyone treated him with respect because they were afraid of what his uncle would do to them.

However, since his uncle was nowhere around to save his sorry ass, he couldn’t do anything against someone who took down 13 highly skilled vampires all by himself. The only thing he could do was look at Ashton and hope he didn’t offend him too much.

“Listen here you piece of shit,” Ashton growled at Kai who looked like he could piss his pants at any moment, “I don’t care who you are or who is backing you up. If you get on my nerves, you die. Is that clear?”

Kai rigorously nodded his head and the following moment, Ashton threw him away, “Fucking royal brat… wait, aren’t I the same? What am I doing… this ain’t the time or the place to think this crap.”

Ashton then flung the unconscious werewolf who had been laying next to Kai, over his shoulder and carried him out of the area they were in. Within moments, Ashton was greeted by the sight of his team and the rest of the hunting party.

Apart from Virgil and the rest of his gang, everyone’s faces were somewhere between sad and sullen. A moment later, Ashton realised why it was so. It seemed he had underestimated how capable those mercenaries were.

In front of him, were over a dozen corpses. Mostly of students from both the academies, along with the vampire mercenaries.

As Ashton approached them, everyone was shocked to see him there, except his team, who already knew he was hiding among the students. However, the shock of his appearance couldn’t get rid of the sulky atmosphere around the place.

“Ashton, we-” Virgil began explaining the situation but Ashton cut him off.

“You don’t need to burden yourself with unnecessary stuff. I trust you did whatever you could. They died because of the failure in my assessment of those mercenaries.”

Ashton put the unconscious werewolf down before joining Fae to pray for the souls of the students who died in vain. Obviously, Ashton couldn’t care less about the vampires who died there, to be honest, he only felt a little bit of regret for anyone who died there.

But it was important to put up a performance in front of all of them. It was a necessary evil deed, he had to do to gain their respect. After all, he was planning on transforming the academy into his own army and for that, he needed everyone to respect him and put their trust in him.

“I have informed the Royal Knights regarding the situation. They are on the way.” Virgil whispered into Ashton’s ear, who simply nodded, acknowledging what Virgil just told him before going back to pray.