Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 500: A Girl’s Best Friend

Maliah slumped into an armchair, all muscular soreness had already been washed away by her superior constitution, but she had held back the natural recovery rate for until after meeting with Loimos, who was luckily currently in an office room of the great wall, allowing for a much soft seat to be within reach, one of magnificent undead craftsmanship, way overdone comparatively to the amount of comfort the undeads required, which was none.

Still, they produced and created all sorts of things anyways, they had already taken part and developed entire industries that one could accurately determine to be of near zero interest to a nation composed of naught but corpses, but one also needed to see further than just the tip of the iceberg, those items, goods and inventions they produced tons upon tons of might just reveal useful in the long term.

Just in case they had to engage in some mock diplomacy and trade, Belliste was probably going to be the last continent they would be able to beat into submission so easily after all.

"I half-expected things to be rather boring, but the main course was simply scrumptious! You were right to tell me not to kill him at all, I did not expect mister king to get steadily stronger as time went, usually the opposite happens" spoke Maliah as she balanced on the hind legs of the armchair, simultaneously pointing a singular, incredibly subtle line on her otherwise blemishless visage.

"He even managed to cut me toward the end! Well, no blood came out at all, but still, it had been a while" and just as she brought attention to it, the cut that barely qualified to be called an injury disappeared, sending The Death Dealer right back to her typical appearance.

Looking like she had not enacted a slaughter and gone through a fight furious enough to almost bury the entire cave with debris, and stains or otherwise signs having vanished, since her every clothes and tools were fashioned from her own self, they too had recovered, going back to their original states.

"Though, it's not today that I am going to get killed…" she sighed.

"It could not have happened under any circumstances, the entire continent does not have the firepower to slay you" Loimos spoke up, stating a fact that only made his breathing associate sigh harder.

The assassin stayed silent for a few moments before allowing all four legs of her seat the touch ground again, leaning forward as she pulled out the broken trident dagger, which was no longer out of service as it had mended itself.

"Would you mind giving me a hand though? The mechanism of this thing is too easy to break compared to the rest of my weapons" indeed, even if forged from incredibly potent steel melded with her own body, the simple fact that it was constructed in this particular manner made it awfully easy to overpower the trapping contraption.

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"Your energies should allow for it to become more flexible, no?" although casting simple spells and applications of energy was not possible to Maliah, the internally-bound energies allowed for manipulation of her body and granting effects to it, which thus extended to all equipment she used thanks to the method of fabrication.

As such, Maliah could mimic a gecko and stick to the walls, or the flexibility of a snake even, as long as it did not involve her actually becoming tougher to cut or to strike harder.

"Well yes, but I would prefer to upgrade the design itself…"

Since her very beginning as a hired-blade, assassin and mercenary at the ripe age of nine, Maliah had found it disheartening how easily all the weapons she used would break and degrade, especially since she loved weapons, it was just sad to see them all fall apart under her usage.

Growing stronger, all the time meant that every swing, even if aimed to be the same force, would always be more powerful than the last, as a youth, she did not have a clue how to properly control her strength, often ending up in walls when suddenly taking off running or stumbling over her own feet as she would also get faster while moving.

It was especially noticeable in the first fifteen years of Maliah's life, since she was also growing like a normal girl, the reserves of energy growing too, the physique getting stronger as it naturally developed on top of her constitution.

Only accentuating further when she actively began to indulge in murder and combat, as she killed and honed her skills, the system would reward experience, and considering that Maliah was basically a beast in her natural state, it meant that the stats granted were especially valuable.

As one should know, one point of strength, dexterity, intelligence and such- They differed in value from person to person, the muscular man would get stronger from one point than a scrawny boy, the scholar would get more intelligent from one point then the village's idiot.

The system based off the value of stats based on the natural physique and capabilities of the individual, not taking into account if one were to enhance themselves with mana as it was temporary, but in Maliah's case, it was her actual body and self that was constantly improved, meaning that the stats increased in value as well once she began racking them up, which meant that her body grew capable of handling more as well, leading to even more gains…

It was an unending cycle that only began to grow calmer once she stacked up an inhumane amount of experience, making it much rarer for her to add more stats, the skills granted by the system also reached impossible heights as well, so she had eventually reached a calm state, as the seconds passed, the gains were more subtle and she now knew how to evaluate the amount of strength she wanted to use in spite of the increases.

But at the start, it had seemed like an uncontrollable machine, she only knew how to control herself when deeply focused on something, and as seriously as she took killing, The Death Dealer enjoyed herself way too much to actually focus, there had been many collateral damages by the simple fact that she tended to swing at everyone like they were a near-indestructible beast instead of people.

No, the one thing that had truly proven to suck in her attention and shown to the little assassin that she could also be precise and gentle thanks to her gift was the creation of equipment, be it weaving a cloak, leatherworking, smithing…

Before figuring out how to use her own body, Maliah had been spending much more time silently preparing and repairing equipment than slaughtering, and surprisingly, the calm felt just as melodious as cries of agony to The Death Dealer.

"The design you say, in the undead forges, they have yet to start touching upon this particular dagger" even for the great diversity amongst the ranks of the vanguard, no one was putting the trident dagger to use, those that wielded parrying daggers of this sort all instead favoured the swordbreaker with its dentition that had already proven effective.

In the hands of the undead, it also shined as true to its moniker…

Manifesting the weapon himself from rot, Loimos had yet to touch upon the mechanical failings of this object as his rot was an extension of himself, it was naturally overwhelmingly powerful, when using Nosferatu's stack, as well as Vespertillo's and Atsalinopalo's own masteries into the mix, it was nigh unbreakable, and that was without counting everything else Loimos did to always ensure maximum efficiency, which would actually just be listing every single method of power known to him.

In the basics, he and Maliah were actually rather similar, it was from her that he had first developed his methods as well, one could say that The Death Dealer's style was amongst the foundations of Harbinger's Harvest.

The two of them were surprisingly similar in a few regards, which was probably why Maliah had quickly taken a liking to the putrefied skeleton.

"Once I am done with Irlke Combuscrus, let us go to the forge in my tower" he agreed to the proposal, his time after Belliste was conquered would be mostly spent staying around to monitor Horhir and Ourlst as after-war leaders and giving missions around anyways, perfecting a weapon was a great thing as well.

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"Ah! You know, if you did not physically disgust me to the highest of levels, I might just think-"

Maliah's awfully friendly moment was cut short as someone showed up into the room, and there were only a few that dared to barge in like that…