Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

She scoffed at his words. "So what, curiosity got the better of you?" she spoke, her voice carrying a hint of irritation.

"It's not so much about curiosity, it's more about understanding. Many people are doing what they believe is best, but if I'm not informed about what those things are, I won't be able to help anyone—even if I want to."

Midnight raised an eyebrow. "So what, if I tell you the reason I am here, you will help me?"

Zaroth's lips curled into a warm, friendly smile. "Maybe. It all depends on what it is you're after."

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "You should've just said you'd help me, if you wanted me to tell you."

He grimaced. "Look, I'm not going to lie. There's always a chance your goals might clash with mine, and if that happens, we could end up as enemies. I don't want that to happen, so telling me why you're here could help."

She turned off the light in the room, making it pitch black.

"If you are so curious, then learn them, learn the skills. If you manage to become the first human I have heard of who has managed to learn the skills that vampires use, then I just might actually tell you what my goal is."

Zaroth smirked as he shifted his gaze from where her voice was coming from and raised his two hands in front of him in a defensive pose.

He took a deep breath.

'Darkness…' This was only the second day of his training, so he wasn't arrogant enough to think he would get the skills down so soon. But it didn't demotivate him in the slightest.

Midnight had instructed him that learning these two skills should be the same as learning how to walk or breathe.

In other words, it should come naturally to him, he just had to practice.

'But I am having a hard time imagining it. Even if the symbol connects me to Midnight in some way, would it be enough to learn skills that vampires are able to use? After all, I have a blessing from a god, so these two could interfere with each other.'

'Or they could work together?' Luna's voice echoed in his mind.

She was right. Maybe being able to use the vampire skills, coupled with the power he had received from the blessing, could turn out to have good synergy together?

His thought process was interrupted as he was kicked in the ribs. The shockwave spread around his body, and he felt a few cracking sounds—most likely his ribs getting broken under the pressure.

The power behind Midnight's kick was so great that he was sent flying backward.

Not resting even for a second, Zaroth got up on his feet as he tensed his body and waited for the next hit.

Subconsciously, his body trembled. It didn't want to feel pain, it didn't want to get hurt, so it tried to find a way to defend itself.

Sadly, there was nothing—no armor, no cloth nearby—that could help in any way.

The only thing that was available was the pitch-black darkness in the room.

Zaroth's eyes widened. They were trying to see past the vast darkness.

A second later, he was hit again and was forced to take a few steps back.

He was being attacked, and all he had to do was endure it, so his mind naturally began to wander.

'A skill… from what I know, to activate one, no matter if it is weak or strong, you need to use the mana from your core. But that is something that happens naturally, or at least in my case. Do I have to try and guide it to my body? Or considering that I will have to control the darkness, maybe outside my body?'

His mind was racing with all kinds of ideas and theorized on how to acquire these skills.

'No need to rush,' he had to remind himself.

Rushing the very basics could hinder his growth in the future if he didn't understand how they worked in the first place.

Zaroth felt his skin being split open, his blood pouring down from the wounds. He felt his bones being broken by the hits. He felt shockwaves go through his entire being.

Each time he was hit, his body trembled stronger, wanting to protect itself from the pain.

The darkness in the room trembled as well, as it was slowly being pulled toward his body.

He began to feel as if he was getting closer to acquiring Darkveil and Darkgaze.

Collapsing on the ground, he took ragged breaths and tried to stand up, but his body failed to listen to him.

"This is enough," Midnight spoke as she used the switch to light the room again.

"Did… you go harder today?" he managed to mutter despite his exhausted state.

"Yes. The first day was to get an idea of your general level, so today I pushed you as much as possible. We have only an hour a day, after all, we better make use of it."

"I guess you are right…" he spoke as he glanced at her.

Sensing that he probably wanted something, Midnight spoke. "What?"

He smiled awkwardly. "Ah, well, nothing. It's just that the room heals injuries but not exhaustion, so I will be having a hard time moving from this place."

"Well, sucks to be you, I guess," she replied, getting ready to leave the room.

"What I'm trying to say is that I wouldn't mind a little help getting back to my apartment."@@novelbin@@

Hearing his words, Midnight sighed as she massaged her forehead.

"This isn't some kind of play to spend more time with me, is it?"

"N-no! I just really need some help."

Not saying anything, Midnight went to him and lent him her shoulder.

He couldn't help but throw a glance or two at her alluring face.

Zaroth noticed that she wasn't in a good mood.

Was it because she was annoyed that she had to help him? Or was it because he'd made it clear that this wasn't some trick to get her to spend more time with him?

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He didn't know the answer to that question.