108 Advancemen (1/2)
After Ragnar punched Desmond unconscious he slept for days while the rainbow colored soul fire that covered his body kept burning. As the fire burned it made small changes to Desmond's body. It burnt away much of the impurities in Desmond's body like the impurities contained inside the healing potions he drank years ago.
The flames enhanced his body Desmond's body making his muscle stronger and his skin tougher. Not long after the flames extinguished Desmond awoke from his long slumber.
His vision was unsteady and his head was pounding as he tried to get his bearings.
”Where am I?” Desmond said as every inch of his body suddenly overcame with pain. Desmond's veins bulged as he endured a tremendous amount of pain. As time went forward Desmond's face contorted in anguish turned to a face filled with pleasure. Desmond was enjoying the pain for the first time in ever he liked to get hurt and deep down he wanted someone to hurt him even more.
Desmond was drowning in pleasure, so much of it he took his hands and started to touch his own body. His hands traveled all over his body down his legs (Not his junk), on his torse, up his arms to the top of his head were his immersion was ruined once he felt out he had no hair.
”What, my hair its all gone how can that be” getting up from the comfortable bed was a bit challenging for Desmond, but he managed to do it in time. His back ached and his bones creaked as Desmond made his way to a dresser with a tall mirror on it. The dresser was super fancy along with everything else in the room.
Treasure could be seen at every corner of the room, a chest overflowing with all kinds of gems and trinkets was carelessly tossed in a corner of the room left to collect dust. Desmond even found magical items in a bowl on the dresser left out in the open like candy.
”Where the hell am I, who's home am I in?” Desmond thought to himself in his head as he inspected himself in the mirror. His leathery skin was just as old and wrinkly as he remembered there was no visible damage anywhere on Desmond's body.
”Some asshole shaved my head or did I lose my hair when I got set on fire in my tunnel at the steel mill?”. Desmond didn't really mind losing his hair he already knew he was as ugly as a donkey's ass him having no hair just helped show that.
Desmond spent little time wondering about his hair his thoughts along with his body instead drifted towards a tall bookcase next to him. The bookcase was completely full and in it were advanced magical books Desmond was never given the chance to see.
”Curses, star reading, a book on how to become a lich, space and time magic, blood magic, bloodline magic and how to obtain a bloodline. There's even stuff on how to increase your life span, sealing magic, summon demons, brewing potions and so much more”.
The books that Desmond was allowed to see as a member of the reserve unit were only about 30% of what they actually had In a specific subject and even then it was only basic and the most common stuff in magic. There wasn't even the slightest mention of how to perform necromancy no matter were Desmond looked. It was almost as if they were worried someone would create an undead army inside of the city.
In the end, Desmond wasn't sure where he was, but he was starting to believe it was heaven.
Desmond became as chipper as a little girl as he carefully chose a book from the shelf ”Illusionary hands”. The book Desmond chose was a martial arts technique. He chose that book because while he did know how to fight no one taught Desmond any of the super fancy fighting techniques he always saw on TV.
Desmond wanted to become just like those bull shit characters he admired when he was young so he could fully live out his otaku dreams. When Desmond opened the book he was shocked by what he saw.