Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

They were afraid of him, and at this point it was understandable as opposed to when he first got here and he was a victim of prejudice because of the fear they all had for him. At that time there were even people willing to bully him, but now, he could see the fear in their eyes and he knew it was intense. He couldn't say he knew what they were feeling or that he understood how much of an impact his existence had on them, after all he didn't feel fear.

But by this point he didn't care, he previously wanted a place from himself where he could fit in, but he had to admit that some part of him wanted acceptance from them, for them to not look at him as a freak and instead accept him as a person. But he's just spent the past eight months on his own and he realized something, he didn't need them. He didn't need their approval; he didn't need their acceptance.

There was no worth to his life if he lived it trying to please people who weren't even worth his attention. So right now, just to show them they really had no power over him, he was going to do the one thing they never expected him to do, in fact Lenore had estimated he needed thirty years just to achieve it. But he only need eight months and a dungeon that happily distributed gold coins as rewards for clearing its endless hordes.

Brutus started moving towards the town spire with Rezar sitting cross legged on his back, even if the Ghoul was not enough deterrence, Screet with his piercing green flames for eyes that sometimes faded to red and the aura of decay that seemed to hand around the four. Every step they took made the grasses, and weeds on the ground wither and die.

By the time they got to the market, it was already devoid of life, the only person still following turned out to be Lenore and Roland. They had much better upbringing than most of the slaves here, so they were more in control of their emotions, especially when they were absolutely confident in the strength they held. Rezar ignored them though and placed his hands on the spire, and he let it know just what it is he wanted at that moment.

[To buy yourself out of slavery and delete the slave class; a fee of 5 platinum coins is required]

It was cheaper than he expected, but then again it would have taken him 65 years as a slave to earn that money, assuming if he was normal as the others without the necromancer class to rely on. But even with the necromancer class it would have taken him anything from two to three years to be able to fully raise that money, but here he was with a stroke of luck. The normal price to free a slave was a platinum coin.

His sentence was for all of his lifetimes, normally a single payment was enough, but for him who had such an intense sentence, he needed five times the normal amount to clear a pathway for himself and be truly free. The people who put him did not count on a lot of things going Reza's way, and the title and class that was bound to be a hindrance; a cures, had turned out to be his greatest blessings and advantage.

Rezar paid the five platinum coins, reducing all of the money he and his undead had earned killing monsters to twelve platinum coins. It was a lot of money, even for the barons and viscounts who were currently fighting over Bahrenburg. This money was enough to get Rezar a piece of land here to make his own, but he had already decided that he would not be asking, he would be taking.

There was a soft cascade of light over his body, somehow he seemed cleaner and less desolate, the class was gone, along with all of its bonuses, which in a way was quite a shame, but it wasn't too bad. Rezar didn't mind growing strong at the same pace as everyone else and working hard to achieve it, he was a sixteen-year-old with a tier 4 magic stat, that enough qualified him to be a monstrous talent with his age alone.

"You've purchased your freedom." Roland said, but Rezar couldn't tell if it was just an observation or he was asking a shocked question.

"Indeed I have Roland, and do you know what that means?" Rezar asked as he pulled away from the spire, he had nothing to do with this spire again. He honestly hated it, and as he had gotten his freedom from it, let it be his own version of a farewell to it.

As for Roland, he kept a straight face, honestly speaking he was not threatened by Rezar, this mining town belonged to his family and two other noble families that had joint ownership. He had hidden guards, and even the all-powerful demon forewoman Lenore was bound to step in for him should Rezar attempt to make a move on his life.

"Well since you're not answering I guess you do know what comes next. But rest easy young man, I'll come square my debts with you when I'm ready, the same goes for you Lenore or should I say Red, you owe me plenty." Rezar said to her.

"I don't think its wide throwing threats in their territory Rezar, you've just gotten back from an 8 month 'whatever the fuck you've doing in a dungeon' trip. Relax, get a drink, visit the brothel, sleep on a real bed or something."

"You know I can't do that." Rezar said with a smile as he turned to Priest who was pulling along a massive rectangular metal box.

"I know, that's why I kept this safe for you till you got back. Never the less ignore the bad blood of the past for now and answer my question boy…. are you ready for what comes next?"