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[By Deus Necros’s Blessing, the powers and content of Obscura Malvolume Codex Necros have been modified to better suit the user.]
The notification shimmered in Ludwig’s vision, its letters etched in a ghostly, pale light that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly rhythm. The words lingered, as if the system itself was hesitant to reveal the full weight of what Ludwig now held in his hands. The air around him grew colder, the faint hum of magic thickening as the book’s presence asserted itself. It was as though the very fabric of the world recoiled from the artifact, a relic so steeped in death and forbidden power that even the shadows seemed to shrink away.
[Obscura Malvolume Codex Necros]
The book itself was a paradox—a thing of beauty and horror. Its cover was crafted from leather so dark it seemed to drink in the light, the surface etched with intricate runes that glowed faintly with a deep purple hue. The two leather bands that held it shut clicked softly, as if whispering secrets to those who dared to listen. When Ludwig ran his fingers over the surface, he felt a faint vibration, a heartbeat of sorts, as though the book was alive. Or perhaps it was simply the echo of the countless souls it had consumed over the centuries.
Category: Magical Catalyst [Scaling Item]
Tier: Mythical
Requirements of Use:
❖ Undead 💀
❖ Wisdom Stat
❖ Charisma Stat
Durability: Indestructible
The Codex Will Be Bound Upon Use.
Abilities:
❖ [Necrotic Apparition] -Passive-
Appears and disappears by the user’s will and gesture.
❖ [Sealed] -Requires Soul Level 30
❖ [Sealed] -Requires Soul Level 100
❖ [Death Stow]
You can store the bodies of entities that you successfully resurrected into undeath into the book. Currently can only store 3 units. The user can summon the stored units whenever they wish. Upon the destruction of the stored entity, they will return to the book. Each stored unit needs 24h to be summoned again. The level and power of the stored entity will always be relative to the power of the summoner.
❖ Passive- [Necrotic Empowerment]
All Necromantic spells that are saved within [Sealed] will have their abilities empowered by The Codex.
Addendum:
The Book of The Dead, the Codex of Finality, The Shadow of The Unknow. Many names have been given to this codex, for it held within it a power that no mortal should hold. A book that was created by the greatest lich to ever walk the earth. A book of death and control. Many have tried to unfold its secrets, and many have tried to use it, but all fell victim to its never-ending hunger of souls. This book may hold great merit, but it also bears a greater curse. One who uses it would always find themselves losing their humanity. Until they too will be one day consumed by it. For none should dare covet the power of Death.
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Ludwig’s eyes widened as he read through the notification, his mind racing to process the implications. The weight of the book in his hands felt heavier now, as though it carried the burden of every soul it had ever consumed.
He understood many things from the book, it wasn’t something simple whatsoever. No wonder it was hidden.
The word Mythical burned brighter than the rest, its letters flickering like embers. Ludwig’s undead heart—or what passed for it—skipped a beat. To hold one in his hands was both a privilege and a curse.
It was an indestructible book that had the ability to appear upon one’s will. A bound item, meaning that the moment he uses it, it will be forever his. Until his final undeath breath. Not only that, it could also save bodies? What are the limitations? Could he even save the body of a dragon in this small book? Ludwig began envisioning the possibilities, Fallen Enemies resurrected as allies, a squad? No, an army, nay… even more, an entire legion of undead could be at his beck and call. The thought itself sent shivers running down his skeletal bones. To hold something this dangerous, this powerful is bound to come with a great deal of danger. But at the same time an even greater sense of control and lordship.
The mere thought was enough to wake Ludwig up, this was big. This was incredibly big, this is the stuff that makes one become the enemy of the world, or it’s master if used properly. Forget about being under Van Dijk’s control, with this book, everything that Ludwig could ever hope to claim he’d have in the palm of his hands.
Then again, Ludwig shook his head, realizing many things, this book… these ideas, they were appealing, but at the same time Ludwig realized, that they weren’t his own unfiltered ideas. The book itself even before he used it was making him see all the power he could obtain…
This book was evil… But Ludwig wasn’t a hero, so what’s wrong with using it?
He rapidly checked the rest of the information, basically the book had more abilities that were sealed up and required him to level up some more. It seems that Deus Necros modified it to better suit Ludwig, and if his guardian deity, or basically his System provider wanted him to use the book, then surely it wasn’t that bad?
Ludwig glanced up at Van Dijk, who was watching him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“What’s the problem, Ludwig?” Van Dijk asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
“This book,” Ludwig said, his voice barely above a whisper. He held it up, the runes on its cover glowing faintly in the dim light of the library.
“What about it?” Van Dijk asked, his crimson eyes narrowing as he studied the artifact.
“It’s pretty much a Necronomicon,” Ludwig said, his tone tinged with both awe and dread.
Van Dijk raised an eyebrow. “How would you know that?”
“Because it wants to store me inside it… I’m an undead,” Ludwig said, his voice trembling slightly. He didn’t want to explain how his ‘system’ worked, how the notifications and prompts guided his every move. Though Van Dijk probably had an idea that Ludwig’s abilities were far from ordinary.
Van Dijk’s expression darkened, his lips curling into a frown. “Hmm, it’s something that we’ll have to study later. Keep it with you for now. We have company.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when a new notification flashed in Ludwig’s vision.
[You are in a greatly hostile environment!]