Reborn as Demon Sorcerer

RADS 6. Warlock Cloak

Sam followed the smoke-like magic energy he saw in his vision and move around behind the trees while approaching the warlock. This time, Sam aimed to strike with the element of surprise, silently maneuvering behind the trees to approach his unsuspecting adversary. Sam frowned as he observed the warlock. Expecting a sinister figure, Sam was taken aback when he finally laid eyes on the warlock – a scrawny, seemingly unassuming figure.

That warlock seemed to be talking to himself. His dark cloak didn't make him look cool or scary, instead it made him look cowardly with his attitude like that.

Curiosity piqued, Sam inquired, "What is he doing?"

[The System guesses that he is communicating with his demon.]

Sam had a sudden realization and turned his attention inward, "Am I a warlock? Are you a demon, system?"

[The system has been with you since your birth a few moments ago. You alone perceive the visual interface and the voice. The system is also non-transferable. In conclusion, no, the system is distinct from a demon.]

"Good to hear – wait, I can communicate with you through thoughts."

[Yes.]

"Why didn't you mention that?"

[The system estimated your preference for verbal commands.]

"Fair point, it is cooler that way. But being able to communicate through thoughts would be useful, especially in tricky situations. Like dealing with an enemy."

[You can employ any means of communication you desire.]

"Unhide. Check."

[The system cannot use the 'check' command on individual magic users, as they differ too much from typical monsters encountered.]

"Oh, right. Your stat info is based on the wizard's memory. I really need that Arcane Insight skill."

As Sam engaged in a conversation with the system, the warlock, seemingly aware of his presence, glanced in his general direction but couldn't pinpoint him. Sam remained still, observing the warlock's every move. Sam was alert to possible attacks and awaiting the opportune moment to strike.

The warlock tensed, raising a dark wooden staff, and an ominous chant emanated from his lips. A red, glowing circle materialized on the staff's head, surrounded by cryptic inscriptions. The gathering magic energy hinted at a potentially devastating spell. 

Sam, recognizing the imminent danger, didn't hesitate. Utilizing his wind power, Sam swiftly darted to the right, maintaining cover behind the thick trees. The warlock, catching sight of Sam's movement, hastily adjusted his aim, the glowing circle following the intruder. Sam intensified his wind-enhanced steps, creating a gust to hurl dirt, branches, and bushes into the air, shrouding his movements.

The warlock, now startled, struggled to maintain focus. Sam exploited the distraction, using the chaotic flurry of debris to obstruct the warlock's vision. With calculated precision, Sam continued his maneuver, skillfully flanking the warlock.

The warlock's incantation abruptly ceased, and the mystical circle vanished as Sam closed in rapidly. Gathering a formidable surge of magic energy, Sam streaked toward the warlock's left side, his fist clenched in determination. With clenching fist he yelled, "gale punch!"

A mighty gust of wind erupted from Sam's fist, striking the warlock's left cheek with great force. The warlock was sent hurtling through the air, colliding with a tree that splintered upon impact. 

As the settling dust revealed the defeated warlock, Sam, initially on edge, couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh. "So, that was a warlock, huh? Felt like swatting a fly. Are they all this easy?"

[You encountered a lower-ranked warlock. Their proficiency and power may not match their higher-tier counterparts.]

"Proficiency? You mean spellcasting skills?"

[Yes, spellcasting proficiency varies. There are different ranks, ranging from hand wave and speech to speech only and thought only. Additionally, magic can be cast through various methods, including divine blessings, spirit blessings, demon contracts, binding vows, and ritual spellcasting. As you explore Iskelgard, expect stronger foes with more potent magic and greater proficiency. Be prepared.]

"Well, bring it on. The more challenges, the better. I'm itching for a good fight," Sam declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a smirk, Sam decided to take advantage of the situation. The warlock's clothes seemed much finer than the medieval-style pants he had on. He grabbed the warlock's cloak, feeling its dark, mystical aura. As he draped it over himself, the cloak transformed his appearance, giving him the aura of a true sorcerer.

Impressed, Sam contemplated taking the warlock's entire ensemble for a moment. However, as he approached the unconscious figure, a pungent odor wafted through the air, deterring him. "Ugh, never mind," Sam muttered, deciding to stick with just the cloak. Beneath it, he remained bare-chested, showcasing a hint of his well-toned six-pack.

As Sam admired his newfound appearance, the warlock's body twitched and convulsed. Suddenly, the warlock jolted upright, eyes vacant of any human consciousness.

Sam, caught off guard, swiftly readied himself for an unexpected confrontation.

The warlock's body contorted in strange ways, an eerie manifestation of internal conflict. Okay, this is officially creepy. I thought I had already knocked him out. What kind of spell is this?” he remarked with a sidelong glance at the system, expecting an answer. “

[The warlock body seems to have been controlled by the demon inside him. This warlock might be having a dispute with a demon he made a pact with. The demon within him seems to be asserting dominance, and the outcome is unpredictable.]

As the warlock's body continued to twitch and convulse, a voice emanated from it. "I've seen you fight, and you seem to be a great fighter, much better than this pathetic warlock. Say, human, do you want to create a binding vow with me?"

Sam was intrigued but cautious. In his thoughts, he queried the system about the concept of a binding vow. 

[A binding vow is a mutual agreement between a human and a spirit. Through this vow, the human usually gain magical prowess, with the exchange of benefits specified in the agreement.]

So we pay a cost to gain something, Sam thought. 

[Yes.]

“Interesting," Sam muttered aloud, considering it. "What is your offer?" he inquired, a sly smile forming on his face.