Chapter 4 - Zark Ar Zathot, Part 2

Hearing the name her, Keil was an indication that the old man's words were true, but he still had the doubt of him; but hearing the name of Zark Ar Zathot and knowing that he was Zark. He made her think.

"The old man was not joking, he did not lie when he said that he would give me Zark's body"

Zark Ar Zathot was a fictional character I believe by himself as the final Boss for his most recent role-playing campaign, unfortunately that campaign was never started.

On the other hand, Damenburg Castle was the location where Zark and his subordinates were found, the villain's lair, the origin of all evil.

A closed-minded person would think that all this was unheard of, insane, that it couldn't be real. Feel their common sense disintegrating, at the same time that they would feel restless.

He was different, throughout the conversation with the old man he remained calm, a couple of things were able to unbalance his logical and rational thinking. In his current situation, he remembered the words of one of his friends.

"Chaos and lack of information are the ruin of everything, you must always remain calm and rule by logic in your decisions. Concentrate, just think about what is truly important, and you can find the truth in everything "

"Thanks Marcus." In his mind she thanked his old friend.

Marcus can easily be described as the Sun Tzu among his friends, the one who created the strategies and the best plans to lead the group to victory, even saying phrases from the Art of War from time to time.

Among his friends, Marcus was the only one who did not voluntarily quit role-playing games.

A few years ago, a terrible disease ravaged the planet, although it was quickly detected and countermeasures were created, the lack of precaution and the division that existed between countries, caused this disease to get out of control, killing billions in all countries of the world.

Marcus was one of the victims of that disease.

Remembering the words of his friend, he decided that he should obtain information, although the old man had guaranteed that this world worked as his favorite role-playing game, he had to guarantee that this world was real.

He wasn't like your typical isakai protagonists who jump straight into the adventure. That was stupid; Besides, he did not intend to be the typical hero, that was boring, absurd and it was not his style

By purposely hitting one of the arms of the throne he could realize some things, he had to check if this place was real.

Although the impact was not very strong, it was enough to check his touch.

Before he could continue analyzing the situation, Keil spoke "My lord, are you alright?"

What should he answer? So many incomprehensible things happened at the same time, that his mind had gone blank.

But before he even had a chance to think, Keil approached seductively.

Keil's beautiful face slowly examined him. She was very close to her, which caused him to be able to feel the scent that she emitted.

A fragrant smell reached his nose. The fragrance awakened his mind, and he slowly came back to reality.

She was cinnamon, he was totally sure of it, she had smelled cinnamon.

Even having calmed down, he in that instant he almost lost his composure.

"No ... it's nothing ..." He couldn't help but respond in Keil's puppyish eyes.

He never in his life thought of having this type of situation with a member of the opposite sex, especially with someone with this type of beauty. He was unable to help but feel his heart racing by such a gorgeous girl.

"If there is anything you require from me, you just have to ask, I will be happy to do so."

He had to check a few more things to be sure, but he had to push away the beauty that was practically on him.

If what she, Keil, had said was true, he was Zark. In theory Zark was a Leader. No, more than a leader, Zark was a king, and if he was a king, he should act like one, or at least try.

With a wave of his hand, he, Zark, gave Keil the order to move away from her.

That's the kind of thing a king does, right?

"It is good to recover my personal space but ... what should I do?"

Without having a complete understanding of the situation, he too began to get angry with Guardian, the old man had missed a lot of important information, although it was also his fault for not asking.

Without the possibility of asking the Guardian. The only thing he could think of for now was looking for clues.

Looking at his left hand, he began to move it slightly, twisting his wrist and testing the joints of his fingers.

It seemed that it was fully functional, but there was something curious, her skin color was different.

Although he was never someone who stood out because of his physique, it was at least possible to tell that he was alive.

But the color of skin that he saw in his hand was a sickly pale and unnatural, it was like… The skin of a corpse.

He slowly raised his hand and brought it to his face.

But all he felt was… Cold.

The contact of his hand did not seem to produce heat, but he slowly realized that this phenomenon was something general.

Slowly but steadily, his senses were activated.

Brushstrokes of his abilities came to his mind. But with it also came the feeling of cold throughout his body.

Lowering her hand to his chest, he touched the place where his heart should be.

There was nothing. Not the slightest movement, not the slightest throbbing. His heart wasn't beating.

He wasn't breathing, or maybe it was better to say that he didn't need to breathe, although it was something that could easily be overlooked in hindsight and given the situation, he hadn't breathed since he opened his eyes.

By forcibly performing the action of breathing, he did not have any sensation of change or anything that could be noticed.

He didn't feel the soft air filling his lungs as he inhaled, nor the soothing sensation when he sighed.

Looking around him, he noticed that it was a truly beautiful place, although due to its size it seemed lonely, he realized that apart from Keil, there was no one else.

Near the place where he was sitting he noticed a simple, but elegant black cane, which was floating motionless a short distance away and on his legs as if he were waiting for its owner was a crown of grayish metal with three prongs, in The base of each of those prongs was a beautiful gem, the gems on each side being pure white and absolute black, the one in the center had all the colors of the rainbow and was slowly changing from one side to the other. tonality.

He casually placed the crown on his head, but doing that was a terrible mistake; he felt as if an avalanche of information was suddenly being forced into his head.

Due to the shock of the event, he threw the crown away.

But the Crown did not fall to the ground but began to float, totally against the laws of physics as if there was something holding it in the air.

He didn't know what had happened or why it had happened, the only thing he did know was that he wouldn't touch that thing again, not for a while at least.

The only information he remembered was the structure of the castle and how it was organized.

He wasn't sure what all the other information was about, and he didn't want to put the crown back on; when he did, he felt his mind begin to break.

Leaving the previous event aside. Crossing his arms and contemplating the situation, the first step had been taken.

The next step should be… Verify the capabilities of his character.

Zark was a top tier Full Spellcaster and also possessed an additional 10 tiers in the Archicaster Mythic class. If he couldn't use magic, his mobility and information gathering abilities would be severely restricted, not to mention that his combat abilities would be significantly reduced. In such a situation, where everything was unknown, it was very important to confirm all the abilities of his character. And he should do it soon.

So was there any place where he could use magic?

Zark looked around the great hall and shook his head.

Although this was an emergency situation, he must not go mad due to his magical experiments. While trying to think of a suitable place, he remembered the parts that made up the castle, although he had designed it for the campaign, part of the information given by the crown allowed him to confirm it, because with it a certain place came to mind.

Although confirming his character's abilities was important, there was one other thing he wanted to confirm.

And it was about his authority.