Visiting The Dead [3]: Morgan's New Army II

[Elite Units Identified: Arcane Battlemage Orin, Grand Combat Master Darius, Royal Knight Elena.]

The system displayed their statuses before him, confirming what he already knew, he had just acquired something more valuable than anything Velcrest Academy could teach.

And that was why he didn't care about class, because it was useless.

And he just proved that he didn't get a useless class, it was actually pretty effective, and he knew they would be more.

Asher stepped forward as he inspected his new soldiers, despite thie translucent figures, they seemed real, and they stood tall, awaiting orders.

Orin was the first to speak, with an echoey voice, "Master," he intoned, bowing slightly. "Is there anything you would like us to do for you."

The words sent a chill down Asher's spine, but in a good way. He thought they would even remain silent, but they could actually speak, like normal people.

He glanced at Darius, who's chains rattled with every movement he made, and his eyes locked onto Asher's.

But instead of speaking, he simply bowed, and the others followed, all going on their knees.

"We fell in battle once," the Darius said with the same echoey voice. "But you have called us back. For what purpose new master?"

Asher smiled. "For very good reasons, don't worry, I won't abuse your abilities."

Elena stepped forward next, "Then we shall fight," she said, holding up her massive sword at Asher. "But you must prove yourself worthy."

Asher's brow lifted. "Is raising you from the dead not proof enough?"

"The dead can be raised, but only the strong can lead," she said. "And we were not just warriors, Master. We were conquerors."

Asher chuckled under his breath. He liked her, but then he waved his hands, causing her sword to vanish.

"No thank you, " I'm better off dying by hanging than facing you, maybe later when I've gotten a hand of this body, he wanted add but smiled.

He turned toward the oldest section of the graveyard, where statues of past rulers and heroes stood.

There were still many more graves untouched, many more warriors lying dormant beneath the academy, oh how much he wanted them all under him.

But he had to be careful. The more he raised, the more eyes would eventually turn toward him.

For now, fifty was enough, he waved his hand again and the warriors began vanishing.

Elena watched as the forces dispersed, then turned her gaze back to him. "You are a child."

Asher pinched the top of his nose bridge and turned to her, "You died at 20, and I can decide to leave you dead if I want to, I am your master and you obey me."

She scoffed and turned away, "I will not serve a child."

Orin who noticed the tension between them, quickly bowed, "Forgive her insolence master, she is not the type that easily accepts, dead or alive."

"I see that," Asher replied and then turned to Darius, "You there, can you remember anything?"

Darius stared at him blankly and then shook his head, causing Asher to let out a sigh.

"To conquer, one must first understand the battlefield." Elena mumbled and turned to Asher, "You must prove yourself, child."

"Nope," He waved his hand and she also vanished as well, then the system screen appeared before him.

[Army Vault has been expanded, do you wish to expand more?]

"No," Asher replied, and turned to Darius and Orin, then he smiled.

"I have a mission for both of you."

Orin immediately went on his knees with Darius, with their heads lowered to the ground. Asher simply crossed his arms. "I want you both to head to my apartment, keep your eyes on Mom, Ria and Alya."

"Who are these people you speak of master?" Orin inquired, still keeping his head low.

"They my family, mom, and my sisters," He explained, not sparing them a glance as he took out his phone.

He scrolled endlessly through his messages, his analysis of everything, till he found what he was looking for, then he frowned.

"This bastard," he said under his breath, "Darius."

"Master?"

"Head to the mall, let no one find you, get five chicken wraps."

"Master who are these people as well?"

Asher snapped his head at him, "What do you..."he exhaled, and ran a hand through his hair. "Chicken wraps, Darius. It's food. Just grab them and get back. Think you can handle that?"

Darius tilted his head as if processing the command, then nodded. "Understood, Master. Acquire... chicken wraps."

Asher sighed. Maybe he needed to give a crash course on modern life to his undead warriors at some point.

Orin, still kneeling, spoke next. "And what of our main directive, Master? Watching over your kin?"

"Yes. You stick to that. Darius, you get the food, and when you're done, you join Orin at my house. Stay hidden. I don't want anyone noticing you. You're shadows. Got it?"

Both specters bowed once more, then vanished in a swirl of dark mist.

Asher exhaled. That was one thing taken care of. He turned his attention back to the cemetery, his eyes scanned the untouched graves.

He had fifty soldiers now—powerful warriors from different eras, bound to his will. That alone was a terrifying but wonderful advantage. But he wanted more.

Not yet, he reminded himself. Careful steps.

[Mission Completed: Assigned guardians in place. Your family is under protection.]

[New Mission Available: Establish Authority Over Your Forces]

Objective: Prove your leadership to Elena.

Strengthen your bond with the undead army.

Reward: Increased Loyalty & New Abilities Unlocked

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Asher dismissed the system notification with a flick of his fingers. He already knew Elena would be a problem—too prideful, too stubborn.

But she wasn't wrong. Leadership wasn't just about raising the dead; it was about commanding them.

With a sigh, he turned on his heel and exited the graveyard, his mind racing. There were too many moving parts now. His newfound army, his family, the academy, and whatever bastard had pissed him off in his messages.

He checked his phone again, scrolling through the messages. The one that made his blood boil stood out.

Reed Varrow:

"Still clinging to that trash class? Should've left with your dignity intact, Morgan."

Asher's grip tightened on the phone. Reed. His former best friend, from what he saw in the past messages. The one who abandoned him when he awakened Necromancy.

He smirked. "Oh, Reed, you have no idea what I'll do to you."