3-04: The Unreasonable Palm (1/5)

3-04: The Unreasonable Palm (1/5)

It is said that there is no end to human curiosity.

The more a man learns, the more he realizes how little he knows.

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What are clouds made of?

Why does rain fall?

Why do some areas get rain and some do not?

Can the weather be controlled?

Should a man learn the answer to a question, he will seek the answer to ten more. If he finds the answer to ten, then he shall seek the answer to a hundred more.

Therefore, there is no end.

Already, mans curiosity was an impulse that might as well be labeled as lust.

Yet even then

Those with brakes will learn simply the answer to the question they ask.

Those with brakes shall learn and be content.

Occasionally, however, there appears in the world a man without such brakes.

Scholar, researcher, seeker, explorer, a great man, a madman, an eccentric.

There are many words with which to describe such a man.

Though such words may not necessarily be a compliment.

Yet even then, such men were still among the norm.

For the time given to man was simply too short to pursue such things.

And it was not enough to live off of such pursuits alone.

Thus, all those whose brakes have broken eventually lament the lack of time, andthey cease to be human.

Magic. Alchemy. Heresy. Dark Arts. Aberration. Heterodoxy. Monster.

In a world dominated by such things, there were many ways to accomplish any one of those things.

Of course, these were not methods praised by the populace.

If anything, they were seen as taboos by those considered normal.

But for these men, who would dare choose such means, there would be no hesitation to pursue their curiosities merely for some law or ethics.

Others would feel pity or be offended when they see such actions, saying

How could you do something so cruel just for that!?

And the person-in-question would nonchalantly reply

Everything is for the sake of my research. Know and be grateful that no sacrifice was wasted.

He spoke with displeasure, but he had no tongue and no flesh in his mouth.

The night dogs indeed found such a creature queer, but at the same time, it reflected on their eyes as a treasure trove.

Unfortunately, this pack has not eaten recently and so chose to trust their nose and leaped at him, not knowing that doing so would lead to their demise.

Howeverthose nose of yours do seem like they would prove useful.

The mouth made only of teeth rattled as the Undead King laughed.

He drew a magic formation with the tips of his bony fingers, then flicked it toward the pack.

When it hit one of them, a cloud of purple fumes was unleashed in an explosion-like fashion, and it devoured the entire pack.

Such fumes were clearly harmful to living creatures, yet the figure casually walked through it unaffected.

He approached one of the night dogs and patted it on the head with his bony hand.

Fu fu, thats a good boy.

Then the night dog let out an adoring squeal as its flesh melted away.

A stench of decay spread in the process and stained the earth, but unfortunately, there was no one here to care.

The night dogs remained standing on their four legs, and though some of their decayed flesh remained on them, they have already been turned into skeletal dogs.

Then, as if to show their reverence, they lined up and bowed their heads.

How foolish.

Meanwhile, the purple fumes gradually moved downwind.

The monster beasts that picked up on that foul smell rushed to escape, but the purple fumes attacked them and transformed them into something that wasnt even a corpse.

Such demonic fumes crawled down the slope of the mountain.

The screams of the monster beasts echoed in the air, then before longeverything ended.

All that remained were the bare white bones.

But while the bones of the original body were still intact, they ignored their own structure and moved.

Already, they were neither monster beasts nor living creatures but an army of undead monster beasts, and they gathered around the Undead King.

Fu fu fu

He was elated at his new soldiers, but only a little.

As though he remembered something, his shook his arms in anger, then clenched his hand and punched a nearby large rock.

His bony fist was without a shred of muscle, and yet like a joke, the rock shattered into pieces while his fist remained unharmed.

Its not enough No matter how many of these low-class monster beasts I gather, and even if I destroy the city over there, it wont be enough to win against those people from the church! Damn you, you accursed saint!!

An angry light lit up from the depths of his empty eye sockets as he glared beyond the mountain range.

The Lich Lords objective lay neither in these mountains or in the Kingdom of Resto.

The plan had been to steal an ancient magical tool hidden in the royal castle of Kulash.

Although he couldnt teleport into a place he has never visited before, he shouldnt have had any problems moving in the dark.

Or at least that should have been the case until Saint Cynthia of Rimoa Church interfered.