Plot armor

Plot Armor

'The experiment is even going better than I expected. In just four months he can already heal deep wounds in an hour and shallow wounds in less than thirty minutes. It is almost like he was born with a self-healing blessing.'

Arloch was sitting on a chair in her laboratory while reminiscing about the subject of her experiment. In front of her was a concaved glass that had some of Sheyken's oil in the middle. Beneath was a scroll that had an intricate spell formation the was slightly glowing blue and kept turning in different directions.

'This oil is just like ancient artifacts, all I have to do is periodically test it and find the right formula bit by bit and in the end, all its secrets will be revealed to me.'

As soon as she thought that, the scroll scrambled and turned into ashes. This was the 20th scroll she had used up in the two years she had been trying to find the secrets of the oil. As Sheyken was to leave anytime, she was getting frustrated. She was used to her experiments taking long but one of her test subjects was about to leave.

She did not want him to leave because the experiment was still ongoing and the ability to heal might just be because of Sheyken's blood. She also wanted to analyze it, but that also had its own problems. She had little to go on as they couldn't just drain all the blood from him unless they wanted the wrath of the Dragons. So, they could only take what they got from the aftermath of his training with Zararloch.

"alze nabromic elzimaroc fucktimara terimiya!!!"

Of whatever gibberish she was shouting out loud, one could only summarize that she was cursing the gods.

"If the boy is going, I should at least wipe out his stash of the oil. I should make Zararloch found out what the boy thinks he will need for his journey."

Outside of the cave, at the peak of the mountain, Sheyken was enjoying the warmth of the sun. Taken time to breathe in the warm fresh air, he was wondering how it smelled like that of a tropical forest with everything seemingly dead or of ash everywhere he looked.

'It is amazing how Zararloch would allow me to take a day off from training every after 6 days. I know it is important to let one's muscles rest and heal, but I never thought an undead would take that into consideration. What was he before he turned and how is it possible he could remember his past life? He seems different from the other five.'

Sheyken thought as he started to descend down the mountain.

'How do undead come to be? Is it just like in the novels I have read or it is different here? AHHHHH!....So many questions but no one to answer them for me. Zararloch, you are a wonderful master and I couldn't ask for anyone better, but you are still an ARSE! for not wanting to provide me with information. I really need to get myself enrolled in a school, a good one at that. I need to have a good foundation even though I'm not that bright. I just can't be all muscles and no brains. It was for the best that Arloch only gave me two years here. If they were teaching me some academic material, I would have asked to stay for maybe another year, but those bastards have never even shown me a book ever since I was here. At this point, I might be illiterate. If I find out that I can't read even to save my life, I'll ask a Witch to curse Apophis for me. Yes!!.... it is all your fault!'

At that point, he was crossing the river. With just a thought, an elegant but menacing dagger that had runes carved on it appeared in his right hand. He was now a master of his storage item. With the help from his telekinesis training enforcing his mind, he could now bring out and absorb items into it as easily as breathing.

He looked at the dagger and could not help but smile. It was the weapon Zararloch had given him in exchange for the oil. He was hoping for a sword but when he saw the dagger, he did not mind it at all. It had some similarities with the dagger he had on him if not for the fact that this one had runes and was all black with a bulk of intricate runes on the dagger's hilt. Taking it from Zararloch, he was yet to be shocked by two things. The first was that Zararloch was explaining things again and the other was the words coming out of his mouth.

"That is a Camorphiare. It is what masters give to their most promising disciple. It is expensive and somewhat rare, so you will find that not many have it. It is a weapon that grows with its user with the only disadvantage if you want to call it that, being that it can only be used by one person until he is dead, meaning it can never be passed down to another until then. They can be legendary items by the time its user dies and sometimes when a used one is found, they can start a war because of how powerful they might be."

'Wow... can't he explain things like this every time.'

"They very in their use, shape, or form, but since you have the heart of a Beast warrior, I think this one will be the most suitable for you. In its original form, it is a dagger, but it can change into a short sword and a long sword also. For now, you can change it to each of the forms after an hour on each transformation. You can lessen it when you are able to conduct mana through it which will depend on how pure it is. You will be able to infuse three abilities, one for each transformation, so you must choose wisely on that part."

'Wow'

Sheyken still did not know either to be surprised by what they gave him or the fact that he was now listing to a professor.

"As your master, I would advise you to infuse it with abilities with the mindset of being able to fight a Neritetus. You were lucky to witness that battle and you would be stupid not to take something from it"

'Wow....some advice too.... I'm going to experience a death-threatening event again, am I?'

"When you ready, you must give it a drop of your blood and then name it. This will be your weapon for life, so give it a good name."

With those last words, he donned his signature disappearing move.

At present, Sheyken was mulling over what name to give his life partner. With his naming sense, the weapon would be lucky to get a decent name.

'Let's start with what I want from it. It should cut everything I want to cut. It should protect me from my enemy. With a good defense, I would never need any armor and with it cutting everything on site I deem an enemy, I can get out of any trouble I find myself in... I GOT IT!!... A name that will fit well even though I hate it, it is perfect for what I need out of a weapon.'

He arrived at the valley and Zararloch was waiting for him there, by the shade. This was out of character for him to be there since he would never show up on his resting day or after they finished training. He went to him feeling uneasy about the whole situation.

"Tomorrow is the day I found you and the day master gave you two years to be trained by me. Just thought I should remind you as you will have to go your own way after today."

'These bastards, they are throwing me out like trash. Haven't we gotten closer over the years master for you to throw me away just like that? I mean, you even gave me a cool weapon and an item I wish I will never use on anybody. Is this it? This is it, alright? The time when the disciple goes on his own and conquers the world. I will just take it as that master. I will keep on thinking you wanted me to be the strongest in this world and make you proud, never to think you threw me out like a piece of banana skin.'

As he was thinking of ways to calm his rejected heart, his master continued.

"I have a campus that will help you find your way out of the Benevolent woods and through the forest. If you think you will need it and any other items you think you will need for your journey, we can trade with whatever you have left."

'f**k!!... and to think I was about to label you as the most magnificent master of all times. You are still after my lotion, aren't you? Who do you think is getting the best deal out here?..... master, if you knew, you would at least have to admit I am better at one thing over you and Arloch.'

"I don't have anything left. My oil is almost gone. I think I have a little over a liter of it. If you are willing to give me 10 of the red potions and another 10 of the purple potions together with the campus, I can give you a liter of it. I will not have much left for myself but I think it is a much better deal."

"Deal."

Zararloch said without hesitation. Those potions were useless to them and his master could make an unlimited amount. They had one of the important ingredients for it growing at a mountain next to them anyway.

Hearing that word, Sheyken had a devilish smile in his own mind.

'Who would have thought an oil for moisturizing my skin would be this much of a deal in this would. I would say you are a genius Apophis, but I'm starting to think you wouldn't have thought this far concerning something I asked of you out of the blue. Adding the qualities was a nice move though and I will have to thank you when we meet again.'

"I will give you them before you leave tomorrow. I left you something in your room."

Zararloch said and then, as usual, he vanished.

Hearing those words Sheyken just could not wait to see what his master had given him. When he got to his cell, Zararloch was already there.

'Is he training to be a magician or what, with all that vanishing and reappearing?'

"That is something I made for you. You have a good weapon with you. All that is left is some good clothes that have some defensive qualities. I have put two years of my time to train you. So, you dying in just a few hours after you took a step out of here will put my efforts to waste."

Zararloch said while looking at his bed. There were neatly folded clothes on it and a pair of new boots beside them. Sheyken was taken aback by his master's gesture. What he did not know was that Zararloch just did not want the nonsense that would come out of Tenebris and Sanguis's mouths if they find out that the only human he had ever trained since his undead life died without even achieving anything.

"I made them from Nigepardus's hide. Just like the Camorphiare, you can mold one ability to it but it is suited for dark ability as we are of the night just like the Nigepardus. It will have 50% of the total defensive strength of its wearer, hence, even if you cannot use mana yet, it can still give you a hand. You can modify it however you want when you get stronger. It also does not matter if you grow as it will feet you no matter how big or tall you are, it will fit whoever wears it whenever they put it on. Lastly, it can repair and clean itself. "

After saying what he wanted to say, Zararloch disappeared like the magician he was.

'I feel like I am in a spy movie or something. Like I am being given all sorts of gadgets and after I will be sent to a save the world mission. No!!! don't jinx yourself Sheyken. Thinking about stuff like that will surely put you in another death experience.'

Sheyken thought while looking around the room hoping Tenebris was not lurking around looking to tie the knot with him.

He took the clothes and wore them. When he first took a look at them, he thought they were too big but when he put them on, they fitted him like a glove. He was now wearing black leather pants, a black T-shirt, black boots that went all the way up almost touching his knees which had silvery black laces, black fingerless gloves and to top it all off, a suit-style black jacket with no coaler the went halfway down his thighs. They all had runes on them but you could only see the one on the back of the jacket if you looked carefully. They all seem to make a skull of some humanoid creature that was pierced by a dagger in one of its eye socket.

'I look like a noble of the olden days but also like an assassin at the same time. It's all well balanced but the fact that I still look like a kid helps to lessen the assassin part, I do look cool though. Who knew the undead had a sense of style? The boots don't even make a sound when I try to rub them against the ground. With them and my years of training using the Encore silver-covered boots, I am sure to come and go like a ghost.'

The next morning, he put on his new clothes and went out of the cave, hoping to say goodbye to his one and only undead master. When he reached the exit, he was horrified to find that Zararloch, Arloch and the other five were waiting for him there. He especially did not want to see Tenebris and Sanguis. Tenebris was already waving a hand at him and the thought of even looking at Sanguis sent shivers down his spine.

Zararloch had come back later that night to exchange the portions for the oil. He thought his master would give him just a send-off in the morning, not this horror show he was subjected to. He tried not to look at any of the monsters and get to Zararloch's side without any death scares.

"Shey, Shey.... I will come for that answer when you come of age alright... don't go dying too soon now, even though you were trained by a broken man of an Undead."

Sheyken tensed up so much that he almost looked like he couldn't bend his knees when he was walking. Tenebris had appeared behind him, touching his shoulder with one hand and whispered those words to him.

'Think about... think about chocolate Sheyken...yes!!!! and all the sweetness of it.... forget about the world, just forget about what you just heard.... chocolate, chocolate.... chocolate.... mmmmm how nice they tested, I wonder if they have them in this world....'

As he thought about the sweetness and test of chocolate, he finally reached Zararloch and Arloch.

"Take this, it is a communication item. Never put it in your storage device. I have put my imprint on the first page. If I need you for something, you better pick it up and if you return to your Dragon clan, make sure you destroy it! and don't die too soon."

With the last of those words feeling like they were threatening his very soul, Sheyken took the item from her bony hands. It looked like a very small black diary that had its cover weathering away. On the first page was a symbol that looked like that of a shooting star going into a black hole. He put it in the inner pocket of his jacket.

He bowed and then turned to his master. Zararloch gave him the campus he promised him. It was wooden and round with some black smoke in the middle.

"This will help you find your way back home from here. You only have to think of it and it will show you the safest and fasted way out of the Trial Forest. Since you lost your memories, you should take out something from where you live or something that belongs to where you are from. It will then point you to that direction."

'So many things are happening here today when it was just supposed to be a sendoff. Trial Forest.... first time I had that name since I was here. I swear this master of mine!!!... Something that belongs to where I am from, what can that be?'

Sheyken thought for a second then realized he had the perfect item. He took out his once trusted dagger and put the campus on top of it. The campus seemed to be magnetic as it stuck on the dagger and you had to only put considerable force to separate it. The smoke turned into an arrow pointing in a fixed direction.

"Good, now go and do not die too soon or I will come and revive you as an undead and kill you a thousand times over."

'Why is everyone worried about me dying too soon?'

He bowed his head then turned around looking at the forest while trying not to think of what he just saw. He made the mistake of looking at Violentiam one last time and saw him licking his lips like he was imagining him as a full-size meal.

Before he left, Sheyken had one last thing to do. He took out the Camorphiare. He cut his left index finger and let the blood flow out onto its handle. The runes on the Camorphiare lit up a started pulsating almost like they had a heartbeat. At that point, it was time to give his partner a name. With everyone watching and wondering what kind of name he would give it, they quieted down and listened carefully.

With a tense atmosphere and thinking of all the movies he watched when they would name a cool-looking sword and say its name with swagger and style. He lifted up the dagger and while it changed into a short sword for the first time, he screamed out its name.

"PLOT ARMOR!!!!"