Plot armor

Five hundred year old information

"Child, I see you well gifted. You don't even have to be a powerful warrior and you could get yourself a princess or a noble's daughter."

Zararloch said while approaching Sheyken.

"hahaha..."

Sheyken did not know what to say. He was still exhausted from his predicament from earlier so he just laughed. Zararloch's voice sounded deep and every word he spoke seemed to carry a different will than the intended words almost like they were saying, 'I will kill every living thing in this world'. Sheyken was already dreading spending two years with him. And to make it worse, this guy was trying to break the ice by talking about his third leg.

'Do the undead have a sense of humor or do they just say whatever comes into their minds?'

He thought.

"Sir, I don't think they would get to see it until I marry one of them, so power and honor is the way to go for me...hahahaha...."

Those words just did not come out right. He felt he was talking to a very, very strict uncle.

"You one of those that would go through their youth and the better part of their lives chasing power only to die alone and end up an Undead that can't even touch a woman, I see."

Zararloch said while looking at Sheyken already holding out a flask-like bottle, implying him to feel it up with the oil. Sheyken felt like those words had some self-pity in them.

'What? What is this guy on about, did he just tell me his life story? Is he saying I will end up like him? Did he die while still a virgin and can't get it up now?'

Sheyken thought all those questions while feeling up the bottle until.....

'Wait...why am I still a virgin? Should I have lived life to the fullest while I was on Earth? s**t!! did I just receive a lifelong lesson from an undead about my s****l life? I did just almost die several times in the last three months I have been here. This is something I should think about. I might really turn out to be the next virgin undead, but I am nineteen while my body is five years. s**t! I have become one of those guys I read about in my light novels, haven't I? If there is a Guardian of Literature, please let the author don't mention this about me, please! I used to laugh my ass off at those types of characters and despise them at the same time. they go off chasing power and forget the people around them, especially when it comes to relationships, saying they would make them weaker.'

As he finished his thoughts and promised himself to do a self-introspection every now and then, he had finished pouring the oil into the flask-like bottle. He still did not understand his nature yet and his emotions had still not settled. He would think all sorts of things at the spare of the moment until his mind, body, and soul settle and calm down from being thrown into a different body and a world full of mana.

"Follow me and leave your clothes."

Sheyken dropped the clothes he was already trying to put on. He noticed that the flask had vanished from his hands again.

'Must be a storage device.'

He thought.

In the room they just left, Arloch appeared again. She had not left the room. She just cast an invisibility spell. She wanted to see Sheyken's storage Item and possibly take a look inside.

'Why can't I see it. I probed the boy with my most powerful detection spell, but all I could find is that he seems to have a storage item. It couldn't even give me a precise conclusion if he has one or not, but just that he might. The oil couldn't have come from nowhere. I need to observe him carefully. For now, making an enemy out of him is not a good idea and killing him is dangerous. Let's see how he does with Zararloch's training. If he already knows some fighting techniques then it will mean he is someone important. If so...'

After several minutes of twists and turns in the underground cave, Sheyken was in a room that looked like a cell. Zararloch left him there after telling him he will be back after a while. The room had only a bed and a wisp of light, the same as the one in the last room he was in.

'Am I a prisoner, and why am I still naked? That virgin Undead better not try anything. If he knew who my father is, he better...'

Sheyken stopped himself from finishing his thoughts. He was amazed at how fast he was excepting that Apophis was his father.

Zararloch appeared again after hours of him waiting. He was carrying clothes with him which he threw at him the moment he appeared.

"See if they fit you"

Sheyken was taken aback by what he saw. Clean underwear and several at that. He was refusing to let the tears come out. He took one of them and put them on as fast as he could.

"ahhhh..."

They felt so good he would bask in that feeling for days. He looked at his other clothes. There was a leather jacket, several collared shirts, plain pants, and a pair of boots. He put them on and they fitted him perfectly which made him look at Zararloch in confusion.

"I do some sewing sometimes when I am bored, I did not have your size so I had to make some adjustments on the ones I had already made."

He thought the child was confused because he took long.

"My master needs me for some experiments, but I can answer two of your questions since you say you have lost most of your memory. Be warned, I can only provide information from five hundred years go."

This was to see if he really lost his memory. It would depend on the questions he would ask. Sheyken did not waste anytime and fired his first question straight away.

"Why did the fearsome monsters not attack me but I was attacked by the weaker ones."

Zararloch was taken aback. If this child did not even know that information then he might have lost his memories, but at the same time he might be playing dumb.

"This is information anyone in this world should know since birth, whether monster, human, or any living being. If you have no mana core, beast core, warrior core, or any core and you are not a Witch, you fight and squabble with those of your status, meaning those who have no core. Those who have a core will only attack you if they have to or when provoked, otherwise, they have nothing to gain in so doing. It has been like this since the dark ages. It is not a law of the world, but is in the nature of every leaving thing in Uros, especially beasts."

Sheyken had just gained a whole lot of information from just those few sentences.

'So, they call Planturos - Uros and what is a warrior core, it sounds like something I would like. Too many things have been said and written about mana and beast cores such that I am sure they work in accordance to my knowledge. The rest is easy to understand, but I really need to have a look at these laws everyone keeps talking about, even Apophis said they have their own laws of the universe. Also, what is this nature I keep hearing about?'

He guarded his thoughts and asked the next hot question he has been dying to find answers to.

"I see.... then what is a Blessing?"

Zararloch was by now thinking the child had really lost his memories.

"A Blessing is given to you at your birth. Any Beast, Mage, Witch, Beast-Warrior, and so on who has reached the pinnacle and managed to align that power to his nature making it their own, will allow them to bend the laws of this world and can pass it to their decedents in its basic form when their born, keeping his power and memory alive through the ages of time. They can also choose to bless anyone while still alive, but that will make them weaker. That is why they usually bless their family members. You can get many Blessings throughout your life but only if you can handle them as getting one that does not fit with your nature can make your progress slow as you try to make it your own. So, those who are born with it because of their ancestors progress faster through the ranks because when they can survive the process of getting their cores, at nine years old for humans, they easily know how to control mana. Those who are not able to produce cores will become witches."

Zararloch answered like a trained soldier.

While watching and listening to the half-naked man in front of him, Sheyken's ears were tingling in sensation.

'I heard so many keywords there.... Beast-Warrior! sounds cool. I need to know what that is, like yesterday. Hey.... what are you?? what? You mean you can't see with my coolness...I am a Beast Warrior! dump arse.'

His thoughts were going haywire again.

'Stop thinking about dump things Sheyken.... key words....key words, Witches, nature, nine years, decedents, can get Blessings throughout one's life, easily control mana and of course Beast-Warrior. I have so many questions such that two is just too stingy.'

"Now that I have answered your questions, let's start with your Blessing. I need to come up with a schedule for your training."

Sheyken came out of the state of mind he was in, this was important. Many characters have been saved by keeping their cards hidden and making a surprise attack in a critical stage of a fight to either run or win it. Sheyken thought about telling him he had none, but reversed his train of thought when he thought about the others who have A.I's and a system. They will find out his Blessing eventually. He had no time to play the defenseless genius character card.

"It is Telekinesis."

Zararloch's eyes almost popped out of his undead's eye sockets.

"Show me."

He said while blinking to fix his eyes back in their sockets.

Sheyken took out the dagger and then coated it with his telekinesis, he then put his will into his telekinesis creating an aura around the dagger.

As Zararloch was watching this, his mind was almost rotting away because of the thousands of thoughts going through his mind.

"I see, get some rest and will start tomorrow."

He finally managed to say and vanished.

Sheyken did not notice anything wrong with him and started to collect his thought and prepared to stay amongst the undead for the next two years.

In a dim-lit room in the underground cave Zararloch reappeared again. He was in a room that seemed to be a laboratory. In front of him was Arloch. She was trying to analyze the oil Sheyken gave her.

"My liege."

Zararloch said while bowing with his right hand on his chest where his heart should be.

"What about the boy?"

Arloch said still analyzing the oil.

"We should kill him."

Arloch was not surprised at his subordinate's conclusion. If anything was a threat to her, he would rather kill and ask questions later.

"So, he is lying about his memories being lost?"

She asked.

"No, but he is a CURSED CHILD."

For the second time that day, a Lich had lost control of its mana out of shock.