Alexander Noir - Character Sheet (Post-Chapter 13)
Name: Alexander Noir
Race: Human (Reincarnated)
Class: Necromancer
Subclass: Monarch of the Undead
Level: 22
Rank: E Rank
Health: 780
Mana: 2,160
Mana Regen: 43/sec
Strength: 58
Agility: 64
Endurance: 71
Vitality: 78
Intelligence: 110
Willpower: 104
Control Pool: 143 (Mental Power-Based, +30% bonus from Monarch subclass)
Summons Controlled: 89
Soul Ash Collected: 3
Notable Skills:
Raise Death Legion I
Shadow Fog II
Shadow Bullet II
Undead Harvest (Gain 25% XP from undead kills)
Undead Merging I (Combine lower-tier undead into advanced units)
Active Class Ability:
Monarch's Command (100% loyalty from undead. No undead can betray or disobey.)
Undead Harvest (Passive XP siphon)
Specter Tether (Locked) – [To be unlocked after interacting with Specter-type souls.]
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The winds had turned again in the Forest of Echoes. What once smelled of damp earth and ancient decay now carried an undertone of unnatural sulfur and spoiled blood. Alexander stood in the shadow of one of his newly completed necrotic spires—a pulsing bone obelisk crafted from the marrow of beasts and reinforced with builder-type undead hands.
The spire pulsed faintly in sync with his mana flow. It was an early signal amplifier—an experiment in long-range undead communication. He was pushing the limits of magical infrastructure, testing if undead coordination could expand to territories beyond the forest.
Then, the ground trembled.
Alexander's eyes sharpened. Bones rattled in their sockets as dozens of undead around him stilled in unnatural silence. Something had crossed into the eastern ward.
A ping on his magical perception grid drew his focus. A breach. No, a mutation.
He blinked. The distortion on the edge of the map wasn't like any wildlife or bandit—it was a warp, a bubbling disturbance of Chaos energy.
> "Something is tearing through the leylines," he muttered.
He reached out through his mind link and summoned six Bonewalkers and three Scavenger-types, then mounted one of his skeletal wolves. As he raced toward the disturbance, shadows thickened unnaturally, cloaking even daylight.
What he found on arrival was a nightmare burrowing into reality.
A pit had opened—at least twelve feet wide, its walls rimmed with slimy, black-veined tendrils. Crimson spores floated in the air like blood-soaked pollen. The soil was corrupted. Trees around the area had twisted into malformed, shrieking things—sap leaking like pus, their branches bent like reaching claws.
Out from the pit slithered a new Chaos entity.
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New Chaos Enemy: Mind-Leech Broodspawn
Rank: D+
Type: Parasitic Aberration
Size: Large (Leechlike, 15 ft long)
Abilities:
Neural Hijack: Temporarily disables undead control of any unit it touches
Mental Scream: Disorients and damages minds with lower Willpower
Corrupt Reproduction: Spawns larval forms that infect wildlife nearby
Camouflage Mutation: Can meld with natural terrain when still
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It was a grotesque, slime-covered creature with dozens of glowing red eyes and a row of fanged, vertical mouths along its sides. As it slithered, spores hissed out from its back, and several nearby rabbits mutated into grotesque flesh-beasts with flayed faces.
Alexander didn't hesitate. He cast Shadow Fog, cloaking his troops in resistance as he launched Shadow Bullet II, tearing through a mutant boar charging him. His skeletons surrounded the leech spawn, but the creature screamed—causing two of his undead to seize violently, their bones cracking as they fell under its Neural Hijack.
"Reassert command. Monarch's Override." His will surged, and the skeletons stood again, shuddering.
The battle was brutal. The Mind-Leech Broodspawn didn't rely on raw strength—it disrupted, corrupted, adapted. It was exactly the type of enemy that would grow stronger if ignored.
Alexander focused, narrowed his mana down to precision bursts, and then detonated Raise Death Legion I, summoning five additional warriors—two archers, one berserker, and two armored juggernauts.
Together, with bone and spell, they overwhelmed the creature, burning it alive with dark mana. As it died, it shrieked—its corrupted blood sizzling into runes.
> "There's more," Alexander whispered.
The ground gave way slightly behind the pit. His foot hit stone—old, carved stone.
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Discovery: Submerged Dungeon - Maw of the Forgotten Hive
The stone path led down into a forgotten underground Chaos nest, long buried. It was not massive like the future hives he suspected would rise during major invasion phases—but this one was an early experimental burrow.
The path twisted down like a throat. The dungeon was dimly lit by bioluminescent veins in the walls. Slime, webs, and husks of infected animals lined the stone.
He descended carefully, moving with ten elite undead and several scouts.
The dungeon had three chambers:
1. The Hatchery Room – Egg sacks filled with pulsating chaos larvae. He burned them.
2. The Whisper Den – Hallucination-inducing mist filled this chamber. Only his willpower kept his mind clear as a banshee-like Chaos entity tried to enter his mind. His Specter devoured it in retaliation.
3. The Silent Vault – A quiet stone room, ancient and cold. Sitting on a broken altar was a black metal chest engraved with sigils not of Chaos, but something older.
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Loot Box Found
Loot Gained:
Necklace of Cerebral Ascension
Effect: +25% Mental Capacity
Secondary Effect: Slight increase to Willpower resistance
Rarity: Epic
Notes: Crafted from dead god-brain fragments by a forgotten mind mage.
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Alexander lifted the necklace slowly. As soon as he wore it, he felt the change. His mental pool expanded. He could feel it—more undead, more threads of control, deeper complexity of commands. He could now manage large-scale strategies without strain.
> "This," he whispered, "is perfect."
The dungeon walls began to crumble, likely a collapse protocol built into the structure. He ordered his forces out, and they escaped just before the tunnels sealed.
Once above ground again, Alexander didn't return to the spire immediately. Instead, he stood over the burned corpse of the Chaos creature and looked back at the collapsed pit.
The signs were there now—mutated beasts, early dungeons, spontaneous corruption. Chaos was probing.
> "This wasn't an invasion," he said coldly. "It was a test."
He raised his hand, and from the leech's corpse, a new type of undead began to rise—an Aberrant Bone Leech, fused with dark mana and necrotic command. He could feel the potential: his magic was adapting too.
Alexander narrowed his glowing red eyes.
> "Then let's evolve together."
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End of Chapter 14