Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

After the lectures were over, it was time for the Physical Body Training.

"Come on! My grandmother can run faster than you maggots!" the instructor was screaming at the students as usual, but it seemed that, unlike before, now they managed to keep up running the whole way without stopping for rest.

Even the ones that were part of the Mage category seemed to have become more resilient, as their stamina was not running out so fast anymore.

Seeing that the students were able to keep up, the bald instructor smiled as he shouted. This time, his voice carried a sense of pride.

"Ten more reps, maggots!"

There was some grumbling behind Zaroth, but in the end, everyone made all the laps without stopping.

Taking ragged breaths, Zaroth glanced around.

Most were on the ground, resting their bodies, while he was still here, standing on his two feet, unshaken.

"I really have become stronger…" he muttered under his breath.

After the training, they took a quick shower, had lunch, and went to the next lecture.

The woman that was lecturing the class spoke clearly as she explained the material.

"Now we have the class that is loved by a certain type of people," she wrote the word pyromancer on the whiteboard.

Zaroth didn't miss how Zack's eyes seemed to shine as he stared at the word, but he didn't think much of it. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

'Fire…' Thinking about the element, it made him remember the two skills he had mastered up until now.

Both of them were fire-related, and he had managed to learn them only thanks to his connection with Luna. Was it time to broaden his horizons or try to learn another fire-type spell?

It was a tough choice, and Zaroth didn't really have a lot of time to figure it out.

He wanted to at least start learning a new skill before the next round of the tournament began, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if it was wise to rush the process.

'Well, at least my core seems to have gotten stronger…' he thought.

Not only was he able to support all the wolves summoned at the same time, but he had also been meditating diligently, slowly connecting sparks to his core.

At this point, they had grown to more than 10,000, but he had begun to experience some kind of wall, as it seemed harder to find more sparks within himself and connect them to his core.

'Well, at least I shouldn't be stuck on what I am planning to learn next,' he thought as his eyes shined.

The lecture ended, so it was time for the Live Combat Practice.

Without hesitation, he went to the weapons on display and grabbed two daggers, one in each hand.

He had so many moves that he wanted to try out, as he had seen them from the book he had read not too long ago.

"Zack!" he spoke as he pointed his left dagger towards the man.

"Today you shall be my opponent!"

Getting ready to take on the challenge, Zack smiled as he summoned his blood sword in his right hand.

He cracked his neck as he spoke. "Okay, let's see what you can do!"

Zaroth wasn't going to rely on his beasts, as they were going to prevent him from getting better with the daggers.

Tensing his muscles, he dashed toward the man, going for the kill.

Seeing that Zaroth was running towards him in a straight line, Zack smiled as he muttered, "This is too obvious."@@novelbin@@

It wasn't hard to calculate where Zaroth was going to appear, so Zack slashed, trying to take Zaroth by surprise.

But unexpectedly, just before the blood sword reached him, Zaroth tilted his body at an unnatural angle, making the sword miss by a hair's breadth.

Not resting even for a second, he raised his right dagger as he managed to inflict a small wound on Zack's cheek before going behind him, intending to stab him in the throat.

Not expecting these movements, Zack managed to rotate his body in time and kicked Zaroth full force in the chest, sending him back.

"These movements… you're moving like an assassin. Where did you learn that?" Zack asked.

Zaroth's eyes narrowed like a hunter's before replying, "Oh, this? Read in a book."

'Just from reading a book, he had managed to learn to move like that?' Zack was clearly not buying Zaroth's words, but he didn't have much time to ponder as he found himself, a second later, an arm's reach away from daggers.

'It seems that I won't be able to take this easy anymore!' Zack thought as he used his sword to block the two daggers at the same time.

He had gotten serious for once.

*****

The salesman's footsteps created an echo in the grand hallway as he walked forward.

In his left hand, he carried a metal chains, with humans hidden beneath black cloths and collars around their necks, walking in tow behind him.

And, as always, he was carrying his suitcase in his right hand.

The guards were about to stop him, but once they gazed into his eyes, they froze as they realized who it was.

They bowed and quickly got out of the way.

"It sure is busy today," the salesman muttered under his breath.

Usually, it was rare to see guards in the castle, but today it seemed to be especially busy.

Had something happened? The man asked himself for a moment but then discarded the thought, there wasn't a possibility that the problem would be one that couldn't be resolved.

Finally reaching the grand room, he opened the gates.

The first thing that came to his attention was Draconis sitting on his golden throne. The emperor was staring down at about a dozen men who were kneeling in his presence.

It was clear that they had been discussing something important, and it was especially obvious as one glance at the armor the men were wearing—made from silver and decorated with gold—made it clear that they were the most elite generals in the empire.

Draconis glanced at the salesman who had entered the room and smiled as he spoke, completely ignoring the generals.

"Another harvest?"

The salesman smiled at his words.

"Yes, and this one's quite bigger than the others."

Draconis observed the figures standing behind the salesman silently as he counted them.

'One, five, eight. Not bad,' he thought.

"I am currently busy, so the honor of transporting them would fall upon you."

"It will be my pleasure."

Without saying anything else, Draconis grabbed the key he was keeping at his necklace and threw it towards the salesman.

Once he caught the key, the man quickly disappeared from view as he went to the lower floors.

"Now…" Draconis's voice lost emotion again as he shifted his gaze to the generals who were still kneeling on the ground with their gazes locked on the floor.

Picking up a cup with whiskey next to him, Draconis brought it to his lips as he commanded,

"You seem to be quite timid… so I didn't hear you the first time. Repeat."

An old man with a gray beard and a scar on his face shuddered a little under the emperor's gaze and took a moment to compose himself before speaking.

"It's about the Crimson Sun Empire. They… they are slowly gaining ground on us."