In the heart of the city, amidst the bustling training grounds, Malachi was deeply engaged in instructing a group of new recruits. His methods were unconventional, yet highly effective, drawing a crowd of onlookers who watched in awe. The children he had trained stood by, observing and learning from his every move.As Malachi demonstrated a complex maneuver, a soldier approached him, navigating through the crowd with a sense of purpose. The soldier, clad in the city’s guard uniform, carried himself with a respectful demeanor.“Master Malachi,” the soldier called out, drawing Malachi’s attention. The recruits paused, turning to witness the interaction.Malachi turned, his expression calm and inquisitive. “What is it?” he asked, his tone neither welcoming nor dismissive.The soldier bowed slightly, a sign of deep respect. “I bring a message for you, sir,” he said, extending his hand to present a magnificent letter. The envelope was adorned with gold embellishments, its craftsmanship ind
As Malachi stepped into the grand hall of the estate, he was immediately struck by the opulence that surrounded him. The room was a dazzling array of colors and lights, filled with beautiful women in flowing gowns and handsome nobles in their finest attire. Each person there held a tall standing, rulers of their own territories, their power and influence palpable in the air.Surveying the room, Malachi couldn’t help but think that this gathering was much more significant than he had initially anticipated. The small, relatively poor town he had been staying in seemed an unlikely place to draw the attention of such high-ranking nobility. His reputation, it seemed, had spread far and wide, or perhaps these nobles were facing a threat so grave that they were willing to use any means to increase their odds of survival.As he mingled through the crowd, a noble approached him. The man carried himself with an air of authority and grace, his eyes sharp and assessing.“Master Malachi, it’s a
In the moonlit garden of the estate, an air of anticipation and amusement filled the air as Malachi and the tall, blonde nobleman faced each other. The gathering of nobles, drawn by the prospect of a light sparring session between the renowned Malachi and one of their own, stood around in a semi-circle, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright glee.The nobleman, his rapier hanging elegantly at his waist, introduced himself with a flourish. “I am Lord Edric, a humble practitioner of the blade,” he said, his voice carrying a note of pride. He offered Malachi a slight nod, the gesture a subtle acknowledgment of respect typically given to a commoner by a noble.Malachi, understanding the nuances of the gesture, responded in kind. He bent his knees slightly and bowed his head, maintaining eye contact with Lord Edric. This posture indicated his respect for the noble’s status, yet it also conveyed his readiness to engage fully in the spar.As they prepared to begin, another nobl
After the unsettling events of the evening, Malachi made his way back to his room within the estate, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit corridors. Upon entering, he gracefully sank onto the bed, exhaling a calculated sigh of feigned exhaustion. He sprawled there, his posture a picture of weariness, yet his mind was anything but at rest. Malachi was acutely aware of the ever-watchful eyes that monitored his every move, invisible threads of scrutiny woven throughout the noble’s domain.No sooner had he settled than the door creaked open, revealing a maid pushing a cart laden with refreshments: a pitcher of fresh orange juice, an assortment of fruits, and an array of snacks. She approached with a quiet efficiency, placing the cart beside him with a deferential bow before turning to leave, her movements practiced and unobtrusive.Malachi’s gaze followed her departure, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, appreciating the predictable routine of hospitality—or perhaps, su
They call him the heartless demon. A demon with no sense of remorse or empathy.A creature that knows only to kill and feast upon his enemies. Others call him a satanic being, capable and intelligent enough to comprehend the concept of morality but fully decided to act against it.In his quest for power, he had stab the back of his own allies, and killed anyone that was foolish enough to block his path.But perhaps, his journey could come to and end here.The gate of the throne room opened with a bang. A two meter tall death knight appeared and spoke: “Master, the enemies breache—“Before the undead could finish speaking, a long sword enveloped in bright light pierced through its chest.“Malachi! Your undead army has been eradicated! This is where you’re going to die!”Ten figures appeared by the gate. All of them wore thick and strong armor with powerful weapons in their hand.“You won’t stand a chance against the ten of us. We are united here to destroy you once and for all!”Mala
Malachi opened his eyes and found himself waking up on his bed. He looked around and recalled that this was his bedroom a long time ago.“I went back in time. The sacrificial ritual worked. It was a good thing that I captured and tortured more than 100,000 souls as offerings.” “The day that should be my end, becomes my beginning.” Malachi clenched his fist. “In this life, I will not face the same fate. I know the future. With my knowledge and vast battle experience, regaining my former strength shouldn’t be a problem.”Malachi had lived over hundreds of years. He had traveled far and wide, gaining uncountable experiences and knowledge in his journey. Information about valuable treasures and their locations were kept inside his head. These treasures were his trump card.He was certain that no one would get to them before he did.“But I have to start training if I want to obtain those treasures.”Most of the treasures were located in extremely dangerous places. Going to these places r
A long ago, when Malachi was just a 5 year old child. There was only him and his mother. Malachi never knew who his father was, and even though his mother was extremely wealthy, he was still jealous of his friends who had their own father to play with.His mother realize this and always tried to bring a man home, but none of them were suitable. His mother was beautiful. The most beautiful the town ever seen. She was also extremely wealthy. No man should ever rejected her, but she was also very picky because she wanted to give Malachi a great father.A man then came into their life. A novice of the Path of Divinity which was the religion of this empire. Any figure of the church in any level were admired and respected as they were serving the god himself. His mother was charmed by this man. He had nothing. No wealth, no status, not even strength in magic. All he had was his words. Yet, that was enough to convince his mother that he was the right man.Aldric. That was his name. Even th
“Do you have any plan?” Seraphina asked.“I have one in my mind. Before that, tell me about your role. Are you some sort of spokesperson for the system?”“You can say that. The system is quite rigid and doesn’t really have a mind on its own. I am more flexible and can answer more of your questions. I can also give out suggestions or advice.”“What are you specialized in?”Seraphina smiled. “Before you, I have assisted dozens powerful necromancer and dark lords. I believe you will need my knowledge someday.” Malachi’s perspectives of her changed. If she truly had assisted powerful necromancer before, then her knowledge could really help him in the future. It seemed like the dark god was fostering a lot of villains in many worlds.‘Could I surpass a figure like that someday?’ Malachi shook his head. ‘Anything is possible. Even time could be reversed. I will reach the highest peak of power even if I have to build a mountain of corpses to do it.’Malachi walked out of his room. He met so