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The Church of Isekai

Acknowledgments

To https://hotpot.ai/ – for creating the image used for the Book Cover. See, you wanted a “prominent placement” – I delivered.

To my kids for their editorial work. It was a tremendous help. Thank you. I didn’t realize you’ve never read an “Isekai” / “LitRPG” work before. Perhaps I wasn’t supposed to make the assumption that the reader is familiar with certain concepts common for the genre. I hope I didn’t spoil the whole “Fantasy” literary World for you.

To the cat that occasionally comes over to my doorstep. A Judging Look and a Meow to you too.

To Sigismund, Holy Roman Emperor, for saying "Ego sum Rex Romanus et super grammaticam." It translates to: "I am King of the Romans and above grammar." This is the line I quote to my editors. It’s My World, I get to choose the Plural for “Elf”, “Dwarf”, “Drow”. The missing commas, random capitalization, wrong use of tenses, an “if” instead of an “it” – same excuse. Misuse of Em-dashes, En-Dashes, and Commas; Commas vs. Semicolons – see above :)

To you, the reader, thank you for choosing this, thank you for opening the file or the paperback, and thank you for spending your time in My World.

Foreword

I wrote this after getting feedback from the first readers.

The very word “Isekai” implies the Hero’s journey to and through Another World – a World that has to be fundamentally different from the realities of his home. If the World isn’t that different, we don’t call it “Isekai”; we call it “Immigration” or just “Travel.” That also may warrant a book, and there is indeed plenty of literature on that topic, but this is not what this story is about.

“Another World” needs to either be Magical, or someplace in another Era, or populated by strange denizens. There can be a combination of all of them, surely. Magic Worlds usually are set in a medieval environment – after all, why would anyone try to invent the Telegraph if a Paired Artifact from the Lab of Professor Pulken-Shtutzer does the trick? Considering that it was later improved by his own students and developed into a Centralized Repository of Artifact Halves, you have the entire population walking around with only one of those Paired Artifacts. Meanwhile, the other Half is in the Repository, overseen by a million-handed Golem, who connects the Stored Halves, letting the call go through. A rather efficient system.

Depending on the World, all Magic users can either be able to do all types of Magic, or are born with one specific “Magic.” Think of an entire class able to make a feather fly (only having said the incantation PROPERLY), vs. only two of them if they are born with “Levitation Magic.” In this book, the Magicians have ONE type of Magic. A person can be a Tree-Mage (working with anything that grows, from moss to giant trees), a Fire-Mage (from a little flame at the end of a pinky to setting the World on fire), a Teleportationist, and so on, including a Cat Mage (Meowing, Napping, Purring, Scratching…. You may have seen those even in your own World).

If you become a Necromancer, your “area of expertise” is Death and the Dead. This is what happens in this story. I’m not “spoiling” anything – it’s mentioned on the book cover. The Hero is dealt that power and tries to use it to save the lives of those around him. This, however, leads to the story using words like “Corpse”, “Ghost”, “Death”, and such.

If you understand that a Necromancer is not a giggling Fairy dancing on the flowers, you’re welcome into My World. If you get easily disturbed by the idea of Mortality, please consider reading something else. Maybe the News?

Welcome to the Church of Isekai Part 1

"Welcome to the Church of Isekai" – the banner, printed in big, bold letters, was hanging over the stage at the end of a sprawling lawn. Below it was a large square portrait titled "Robert and Tammy's Wedding" with two happy youths hugging.  A crowd dressed in their "Sunday Best" was moving between tables set up "À-LA FOURCHETTE" or as they called it "Ala Furshet" – let's not be too fancy, okay?

A middle-aged man thanked a uniformed girl, who handed him a plate of snacks, and asked, "Can you explain what this church is about?" The girl refused, "Sorry, I'm with the catering. I can't discuss anything other than food. I did come here when I was younger – we had lots of fun. But you can ask anyone in a fantasy costume, or… see that red-headed man next to a woman in a green dress? He's Tammy's uncle and he likes talking to strangers… a lot…" "Thank you," the man said, thinking to himself about small towns where everyone knows and annoys everyone else over the decades. That "a lot" sounded like it has in it many, many, many hours of repeated stories that the kids had to endure, being too polite to cut him off. Just then, the green-dressed lady seemed to have wandered off and the moment seemed perfect.

"How do you do, sir? My name is Steve. The young lady with the caterers suggested I ask you about this church," he addressed the  red-headed Tammy’s uncle. "Oh, she did, didn’t she… well, little Alya knows me too well… and isn't that little anymore… heh-heh-heh… okay.. well… Nice to meet you, Steve. I'm Mike. Mike Geiger… I'm in construction… Here's my card… So… about the church…"

The story was long and rich in details. The way Steve remembered it was:

The man who runs it just calls it a "Church" – probably for accounting reasons. He showed up about… what was it… about 20 years ago. Showed up and started working in the town’s youth center. Somehow, the kids of all ages loved him. Helped them with homework, told stories that kept the youngsters glued to their seats, took them to the woods, taught survival skills… Yeah, like the Boy Scouts but more… Even taught them fencing and languages. He seems to know several – we took our daughter to Quebec, Canada, and she did all the restaurant ordering in French! We went to Mexico and she spoke Spanish there! Oh no, we don't speak any of it at home. Somehow, she picked it up at the youth center. Oh, about the Church – he started it. He calls it "Isekai" – says it's Japanese for "Other Worlds." Apparently, there are Japanese cartoons about kids getting transported into video games or fairy tales. Yes, they watch some cartoons. Yes, and read "manga" – I think that's the word they used. Age-appropriate? Oh yes, we checked. He's not arguing about religion and doesn't mind people being Protestants or Catholics or whatnot. He just calls it a Church because one needs to believe in those worlds and in being able to travel between them. His line of reasoning is – when people have the same belief, they come together in a church. No, it's more than a "Manga Club" – remember all the outdoorsy stuff? In the summer, he took the kids into the woods for two weeks at a time – they came back so happy. We had signed up our daughter for three sessions in a row, and she still loved it. They gather right here and then go off into the woods – tents and stuff. Come back after a week, say hello to parents, and off they go again. They have to dress up as elves, dwarfs, knights, learn real fencing. We had a boy take a county trophy in it two years ago. Yes, small town, we all know these things.

Oh, sure, we do have regular churches – my family goes to a Presbyterian one, there are two Catholic ones… there must be more… I'm sure there are all kinds – if not in our town, then somewhere within driving distance. No, the pastors and ministers didn't come here for a joint protest – they do have "youth clubs," but there is no homework help, and their after-school program is just not fun compared to this place. Sunday service – you drive the kids here after lunch on Sunday and you're free till 8 p.m. – shopping, resting. They do the sermons, but it's the kids who read them. They write essays about a life lesson from a cartoon they watched together in Japanese. Yes, in Japanese. I don't know if they really understand it – never took my kids to Japan. Sure, we do pay, but it's not that expensive. Besides, we do want this place to look nice. The "IsePope"… heh-heh-heh… no, he doesn't call himself that… doesn't have a Ferrari… I don't know what car he has, but surely if he drove anything fancy, we'd know. Strange, I don't think I ever saw him drive – he just shows up at your door if he has to talk to you. So yeah, he made a name for himself here. To my knowledge, he doesn't want to branch out. The "Misses IsePope"? Yes, I think I've seen her, but she's probably too shy – she rarely comes out. The kids say they all saw her during the Summer Outings, but we don't like people prying into our lives, and we let him have his privacy. Probably that's why he picked our town and isn't leaving – I think his lady doesn't like large crowds and in this town, you never come across any place with more than three cars parked near it.

The wedding – yes, Tammy, my niece, is a happy graduate of all of the programs this place offers, and so is Robert. Yes, high-school sweethearts – how romantic is that! Yes, our town doesn't have a separate high school – we pool with three more towns, and the kids drive there in the morning and drive home. Some have cars, some got parent transportation services, heh-heh-heh… Yes, there's a bus, but you have to request it, and kids hate it – if you missed it, you stay home, but if you come to the drop-off point early, you freeze or get wet… So Tammy is from our town, and Robert from another, and they did meet in high school. Tammy got him to come here – told him she's a top-notch Healer, and their party needs an Alchemist. He started coming to this place and here they are – graduating from school, from this… *ahem*… Church and joining for life. So sweet… Our little grown-ups… Their parents wanted them to wait and not rush with the wedding, but they insisted. Oh, the sincerity of the young. They are both going to the same medical school in the Fall – she wants to be a Pediatrician and he wants to be a pharmaceutical scientist – to design new drugs. They got to use the grounds for the wedding for free, I hear, and the IsePope will be officiating. What do you mean he can't officiate? You don't have to be a priest to declare people married – anyone can apply for a license to perform marriages in the state of Pennsylvania – not just clergy. The couple gets a marriage license from the town hall, and whoever got an officiating license stamps and dates it. Yes, a license everywhere…

Looking down Part 2

I was standing in the belfry of my Church looking down at the last-minute preparations and the people seemingly having a great time. There’s Mike Geiger – seems like he got a new listener for his stories, and an out-of-towner. Must be his lucky day. Almost as lucky a day as it is for Robert and Tammy. Those two are my dear students, who have grown up to become such an adorable couple. I wish them well with all my heart.

It’s a big day for me too. Twenty years… Twenty years ago, I came to this town and loved the place immediately: the woods of northern Pennsylvania, the hills, the clean air, the calm gentleness of the place… and the people… the most wonderful people you can imagine. Friendly, eager to help, working hard and valuing the creature comforts their work affords. People minding their own business, yet able to come together on occasions of joy or sorrow. People always keeping their smiles up and working hard to make their inner state match the facade. Soft on the outside, strong on the inside. It seems like a set from some romantic movie. It seems like a set of well-connected gears – everyone’s in the right place, everyone knows someone or at least someone’s cousin through primary school or kids’ sports or a dog park. It seems a single outsider can bring the whole place to a screeching halt. But I've managed to fit in despite being more than just a regular outsider. I wasn’t just an out-of-towner or an out-of-stater. I think I wasn’t even an immigrant from another country. I think I came here from another World.

I said "I think" because there is no way to be sure, as it could be a similar World or maybe not. Surely one could just hop on a plane, fly to my old place and find out, but in all honesty – why bother? Would I run into an old version of myself? What if the Original Me had moved elsewhere? In that case, me not meeting the Original Me will prove nothing. I've poked around a bit looking for traces of The Incident that started it all for me but found none in the old newspapers. This seems to be opening a whole new can of worms – not only this could be a Similar World but also The Incident could have "replicated" me and the others who got pulled into it with me. Maybe some Forces erased our existence from history, or it could be anything else. At this point, I’ve realized that the only can of worms I want to deal with is the one I buy at the Lake where I sometimes go with a fishing rod to sit and meditate.

I was expected to excel in school as a child, and I did. Learning was easy, and I did a lot of extra reading. As a result, I often "knew" the way things must go from the novels. Surprisingly, they didn't do so in reality. You can read an entire bookcase of literature – from French History to the Legends of Ancient Greece to Bird-watching Guides – and still not know what to do when a class hyperactive jerk kicks you in the butt and runs away while his buddies burst out laughing. It only gets worse from there. The teachers make sure to notice nothing, and the parents being a bit too bookish themselves, lashed out at me when I got a "notice of bad behavior" after attempting to stand up for myself against the whole gang. NERD!!!! Yeah, that's me…

Things were supposed to take a turn for the better after the eighth grade. To continue in high school, one needed to pass the State Exams. I did it with flying colors while most of the rowdy crowd didn't, and they were sent to the trade schools to learn painting, plumbing, lathe operation, and whatnot, while the future doctors, engineers, teachers, literary critics, and restaurant waiters, who are just here temporarily, were on their way to college among their equals who aren't moved to violence upon hearing words like "ambidextrous" and "superfluous."

I was home enjoying… you guessed it – another book. I have most of the summer ahead of me, next school year promises to actually be good… Maybe I'll do some biking tomorrow… RRRRRING!… Our landline phone was loud and a bit scratchy. A call came from my school. I was required to show up tomorrow at 6 AM for a surprise school excursion to a destination unknown, but it's mandatory and there will be ice cream there. Strange – they've never organized any bus trips and free ice cream is unheard of, but I was at the school on time. Even stranger – everyone, all 54 of us, had shown up exactly at 6 AM to see the bus pulling in. As if by Magic, no one came early, no one came late, and even the bus arrived exactly on time. That never happens in real life. Must be Magic.

The driver told us to load up and be quick about it – the principal is waiting at the destination. I sat down by the window closer to the front of the bus, and a girl sat next to me. I knew her well – she was the tallest in the grade and was very shy. She also passed the State Exams and was going to start the ninth grade next fall. Diana was her name. I was noticing the glances she was sometimes sending my way over the last school year. With all the knowledge I had obtained from romantic books, I figured she must be interested in me because I'm also tall. Considering that girls mature earlier than boys, she probably thought we'd make a cute couple. I've always avoided her – the books seem to suggest that it's either love or studies, and I'd rather get a good grade than a girlfriend. Just like that – teenage absolutes. There is “love” or “non-involvement” – there is no “flirt” or “romantic interest” or even “friendship.”

The bus started, and we rolled through the familiar streets. Noisy teens, for some reason, were quickly quieting down, and some even settling in the amazingly comfortable seats for a nap. By the time we rolled to a tunnel through the huge mountain, everyone on the bus was fast asleep. For some reason, I just surveyed everyone as I felt Diana's head resting on my shoulder. A girl's head calmly leaning on me – that sensation isn't something you can read about. It's just way too… real. As I was looking at her peaceful face, I suddenly realized… our city doesn't have any mountains around it. NONE. No mountains, no tunnels, especially without any other traffic, and no lights on the walls and the ceiling. WHERE ARE WE? Why did everyone fall asleep so quickly? Why is the Principal "waiting for us at the destination" with all the teachers, and no one is riding with us? Why are the different cartoons and video games about people going to other Worlds coming to mind? Plenty of them start just like this.

This is a surprise trip indeed, and I don't like surprises.

Emerald Cross Part 3

I was looking around and then back at Diana noticing how peaceful and defenseless she looked. These long eyelashes, the gently freckled nose, the tiny emerald stud earrings… Suddenly, her eyes opened wide and she rapidly breathed in. Her head went into the back of her chair while I instantaneously noticed a small emerald cross pendant in the opening of her blouse. "A set," I thought for a second, remembering a book on the History of Jewelry I’d read last year. Then she looked at me with a plea in her eyes and her lips slightly parted. It was clear to me she was asking for a kiss – after all that's what the romance novels talk about, don't they? A maiden looks longingly, sets her lips up, and the knight seals them with his before going off on a journey. I clearly had the theoretical backing, but sometimes wondered – what do you do about the nose? With two people bringing their faces together, won't their noses collide and the lips never touch? I mean you don’t even need a 3D model to understand that – it’s obvious on a simple 2D sketch! I looked into those eyes and decided to risk it – I'll do it even if someone tells my parents and they yell at me for this. I bent over and several things happened at once. First, I learned the answer to the "nose" conundrum – turns out when the heads are slightly tilted – by I'd estimate about 15 degrees – the nose almost touches the cheek of another person and is not in the way. Second, that cheek smells nice. Third, her lips are soft and are moving slightly, catching and releasing mine, causing sensations not described in the books. Maybe just hinted at – I might need to pay more attention.

Suddenly, a jolt of pain hit me through my whole body. I had felt electric shocks before, when I attempted to repair domestic appliances. No matter how good the guide is, wrapping insulation tape over wires with frayed casings is something you end up learning by experience. The pain subsided quickly, lingering in the eyes for a while. As I was still trying to open them, I heard Diana's voice: “Thank you… I got what I wanted… For a while now… My first kiss… from you… Thank you… Sorry…” I finally was able to open my eyes and saw her still sitting in the chair with her head hanging back into the aisle between the seats. One arm was hanging into the aisle, the other still held onto a large purse on her knees. I could see her mouth still parted and her eyes now frozen, looking into something beyond whatever the Living are privileged to see.

Then I saw a text floating before me: "Necromancer – Initialized. Level – 1" followed by some indicators which I didn't care about at that point. I looked back at her and saw several texts appearing – the emerald pendant now was marked "Energy store – level 10, filled – 0"; the earring was an "Energy store – level 1, Filled – 0"; the purse got a "Sub-dimensional storage – level 20, filled – 0"; and the next label made me try to hold back my tears – floating over the poor girl’s head was "Corpse – Fresh." I reached out with my hand under her neck and carefully brought her over to the center of the seat, upright, with hands on her knees. Then I closed her eyes and did what the books always have their characters do – I kissed her on the forehead. A text message appeared – "Necro-Energy collected" and I heard "Do me a favor, before I go, can you get a handkerchief from my purse and wipe the lipstick smudge from my chin?" I turned and saw a shadowy outline of Diana floating next to me with a label "Ghost – Fresh." "Yes, sure… Of course…" I was not sure about taking the purse as her hands were lying over it, so I opened it up as little as I could, trying to find the handkerchief but not succeeding. "It should be deeper and to your right," the Ghost had suggested. As I realized that my attempts to cause the smallest disturbance aren't working out, I removed the clasps and opened the purse entirely. At that moment her fingers touched the inside of the purse, and the body disappeared. The text floating over the bag now read "Sub-Dimensional storage – level 20, filled: 1."  Diana smiled, “I wanted to be with you, and now it seems I will – you can carry me around anywhere you go. Thanks for the kiss. Was it good?” I smiled back, “The best of all of the kisses I've ever had.” She smiled again – “First time too?” I nodded, "You know me well…" She moved like sighing, "I wish I could stay but I gotta go… We all do – see?" I looked around and saw ghosts floating all over the bus. Seems like everyone who was waiting for the bus just recently, was now labeled "Ghost – Fresh." A few seemed shocked, suspended over their bodies, several chatted in small groups, and a ghost of one of the class jerks was chasing a ghost of a girl around. Suddenly, a Cloud appeared in the front of the bus and the Ghosts started slowly moving toward it. I turned toward Diana and she looked me in the eyes, smiled, turned around and rushed toward the Cloud, cutting our goodbyes. I jumped up, stretched my hand toward her and screamed, "Come back!" and surprisingly something caught her right before she touched the Cloud, pulled backward, and then smashed right into me. "Oy! What happened?" I heard her voice inside my head, but I really didn't know what to answer. Instead, I stretched out both hands and commanded in the surest voice I could muster, "All of you – Stop! Come to me!" and they did. One by one they were entering me and settling inside, starting their conversations. Then a text floated before my eyes – "Not enough Ghost Hosting capacity on Level 1 – do you want to advance?" Who wouldn't, right? "Advancing to Level 2  requires 100 energy units; Level 3 – 300 units; Level 5 – 1000 units; Level 7 – 3000 units"

I had to act quickly – I guess Level 7 has the most capacity, and I won't lose any of my classmates if I can help it. Why? Because that's what heroes do in the books! So the answer is simple – Level 7, here we go! The upgrade process kicked in at the same time as the souls were being pulled in, and the same pain that I felt at the time of "initialization" came back. This time I was able to open my eyes and saw "energy indicator" in the red and very close to ZERO. Where do I get energy? I jumped up and remembered I got some when I kissed Diana on the forehead. I could barely move or even think but I had to climb out of the seat and across the aisle. Two bodies – two girls – best friends. Kiss one; put her fingers into the "Sub-dimensional storage" purse – she disappears. Kiss the next; guide her fingers into the purse – she follows her friend. Energy indicator popped slightly above ZERO but is going down again. I need to move to the next seats. My eyes aren't seeing well – tears running down, pain in my entire body, learning for the first time what "head-splitting headache" means. Moving on. One row back. Locating the head by touch, kissing it, can't find the fingers to put into the bag, trying to put the bag over the head – worked, the body is inside. The next body in the window seat – too painful to bend down to kiss. Located the head, putting my palm on the forehead as if feeling the fever, making a kissing sound with my lips – worked! I got the energy, the bag got another one of my poor classmates. Keep moving. PAIN.... Felt around, found the next body, not looking for the forehead – I think it's the elbow. Trying to do the kissing /  through-the-straw sucking movement with my lips – WORKED. I got the energy in and it was used up almost immediately. Bringing over the "bottomless bag" – worked again. Next row – the pain got even worse, as if toothache joined in with a mega-migraine. Keep moving. Keep moving…  I can't miss anyone. Next row. Feel around, find the body, suck the energy, bag the body. Don't think who it was, don't recall names, group projects, arguing over different answers to homework problems. Keep moving. "CLICK" in my ears, floating text visible even with my eyes closed – "Level – 2."

Now I notice more souls are entering me – can't stop, can't re-assess, can't ponder. "Level – 7" was selected and something tells me if I can't gather enough energy to make it all the way there, the upgrade process will eat me up inside and all of the souls including mine will go toward the Cloud. Keep moving. Suddenly, I notice I don't need to feel around for bodies in the seats – I seem to feel a direction, I extend my palm there and suck in the energy. I just follow it with a bag transfer. Next row, Next row… This one doesn't feel the same. I got just a little bit of energy and the bag doesn't allow it inside. OK, skipping it. Next row, Next row… Again a strange "specimen" – getting a bit of energy and moving on. "CLICK" – "Level 3."

More souls getting in, the pain is now slightly less horrible – either I'm learning how to work around it – just like the Shaolin monks I read about – or Levels bring some kind of resistance. With my eyes still closed now, I see the little dark energy balls floating above the seats and some are starting to move toward the Cloud. I stretch my hands: "Get over here!" and some obey flowing into me – "CLICK!" – "Level 4." I see some of the balls still getting sucked into the Cloud and with a newfound self-confidence I demand "GET OVER HERE!" – they obey. Every single one. "CLICK!" – "Level 5."

I can actually open my eyes and quickly go from through the bus putting all of the bodies into the bag. The Ghosts are not seen – either they are all inside me or some have gotten into the Cloud. I'll figure it out later. Finding several bodies that I wasn't able to put into the bag. Looking at one – the boy was number one in sports – tall, muscular, smart, and not a jerk at all. His name was Dimitry. I'm looking at him and noticing that there is no "Corpse" text hanging over him. There are 9 people left out of 54 – I can't see them breathing but they are not recognized as dead so I'm leaving them alone. The "energy indicator" shows up again – about a fifth and falling. I need energy… Darn… Should have picked "promotion to Level 5," but somehow I'm sure I didn’t make a wrong choice. Probably whoever is in-charge of this whole thing is giving out a "beginner special" – I just suspect that going from Level to Level would take a lot more than 3000 units to reach the Seventh. Still where do I get the energy? Looking around – there's the Cloud, still hanging… Waiting for me, aren't you? With all the pain I just went through? I wonder if it collected the "Pain" energy the way I gather the "Necro." You'd like me to drop down and burn up inside while you mop up the souls including mine, wouldn't you? YOU! Just hanging there, probably smirking at me… I stretch out my hands at the Cloud – "GET IN HERE!"

The Cloud seems shocked as it starts moving toward me and then trying to break off. I'm seeing my energy level slowly going up as the Cloud’s trying to move out of the bus. The tunnel is still dark around us – I spread my hands and, keeping in mind the tunnel and the darkness outside, I command with never-before felt surety – "GET IN HERE!" The energy flows in. I get a "Level – 6" notification and the bus shakes. I think the Tunnel or someone controlling it is upset and hurt – it probably has been transporting these busses in a calm and orderly fashion for a while and suddenly the tiger shark has swallowed a small blender that's hurting it inside. From its point of view, it’s just unnatural! It can't be that way! It was never that way! Food can't object to being eaten! The bus accelerates, the Cloud shrinks and hides and I walk over to the one person I've overlooked so far – the bus driver.

When we were getting on the bus, the driver looked like a man in his forties sloppily dressed with a growing beer belly. What I saw now making my way to him was a large figure in a hooded robe that was hiding his face. I approached and closed my eyes noticing a large ball of energy on the seat. For some reason I felt confident yanking that robe off and what I saw underneath was a large bone lying on the seat and nothing else. The coat was basically suspended in the air on the energy emanating from that bone. My own energy indicator was going really close to ZERO and I knew I might as well take all the risks. So with the bone in my hands, I felt the energy and ordered it to enter me. The energy flooded in. The robe fell onto the seat and I picked it up and put it on. For some reason it felt right to do so. I got behind the steering wheel of the bus and closed my eyes. OK, now – let me look around. So… I got this Necromancer power. There were 54 of us, 9 are still on the seats in some kind of a non-dead state. My "Sub-dimensional storage" purse reads now "level 20, filled – 44" – everybody's body is accounted for. "Everybody, go, get your body," I hummed and then added "Offer gold or threaten force, I will not release your corpse." My life-impaired audience responded with dead silence…

Looking inside myself (I can't explain it better – that's exactly what it is), I saw these souls floating around. There were also 44 but some – probably those who got in first – were shiny and active actually talking to each other while several – probably the later arrivals – seemed paler with a few basically a barely visible outline. I've focused on one of them and a text came up "De-energized soul" with several options available near it including "re-energize." Definitely not now – I'm still draining that "driver illusion" bone and sucking in power from the tunnel, but the upgrade process is consuming the energy just as fast. The pain I've felt at the beginning subsided a lot, going from an incapacitating to a level of a bee sting – where I can walk around and react to things reasonably.

Somehow my temporary resident souls realized I'm looking at them, and turned their faces to me. A girl whom we all knew as a rather difficult person looked me in the eye and stated "You have touched me! That was inappropriate! I'll tell the principal, the teachers, and I'll file a complaint!" As everyone else stared at her, the soul of the class short jerk jumped up and screamed – “Yes, yes, he did. I saw it!!!” with so much excitement that I think if he still had his body he'd probably wet his pants, just like dogs sometimes do. For a moment I was pondering if he was meant to be born an angry chihuahua and became a human by mistake. Yes, an old me would have gone pale and shaky and would even probably be convinced to turn over his lunch money to prevent the accusations from reaching the school authorities and my parents. So there was a long silence. They were looking at me waiting to shake and squirm… I didn't. The silence continued… and continued… and continued… Until the Short Jerk lost interest and ran off to pester people around him. Another girl, probably thinking I can't hear them, whispered to the first one – "What are you doing? You know he did no such thing and, if it wasn't for him, you'd go into the Cloud and your body would rot. Besides, how are you going to file anything – you are inside of him and there are no principals where we're going." The first one replied – “Don't spoil my game – I don't need to file anything. I need him to apologize and offer to make it up to me. When he does, maybe I'll forgive him, but he'd be afraid of me. I can get him to buy me dinners and stuff and then I'd bring him to marry me.” Another girl listening to this wondered, "Marry him? He's a nerd! Look at how he's treated in class! He's a pushover – your relatives will laugh at you and him!" "That's why I want him," stated the first, "I'll do anything I want with him and he'll be all nice and polite even to my Mother. He’ll never ever dare to hit me and never leave me and my kids no matter what I do! I don't want to bring my kids up alone like my Mom. I take all of his salary, my kids will take after their Dad and be smart, and I'll teach them not to be pushovers."

The boys were listening attentively looking at the first girl and then the others. One said “Marry? She's scary.” The others laughed and warily looked at the other girls. "We are not all like that," said one, "But girls do mature faster," said I and they seemed to hear, "even as little kids they play house, wedding their dolls while we still nibble on crayons." Some of the girls nodded.

At this point I got an energy level pop-up before me rapidly going to ZERO. I came out of my meditation to see the tunnel getting lighter and the energy stream I was getting from it almost running out. The Bone Illusion Artifact was already drained. We broke through some mist and stopped at a meadow. The bus slowly dissolved – the seats, the sides, the doors, the roof – all disappeared. I desperately looked around. The 9 of my classmates who seemed to survive the ordeal were lying in the grass, but I could not recognize them. Dimitry suddenly had chainmail on him and my text identified him as "Paladin Level-1," others also changed. I was going to study the rest, but at that point my energy intake stopped and my reserves quickly ran out. My body seemed to have shot out strings in all directions trying to get energy from anywhere. I saw some flying into the forest at the end of the meadow, some into a river, some seemingly attached to bugs and flowers. I NEED ENERGY! I AM SO CLOSE! Several of those threads even jumped into the Bottomless Bag I was holding. SO CLOSE! I can see the "level progress bar" almost touching the number 7. COME ON!!!! Oh to get so close and to fail. I felt my consciousness slipping away…

I was floating above my body while it was still trying to get any energy it could from the surroundings. I wondered why are my guest souls not running away and then saw them all suspended totally de-energized next to me. Then I looked at the 9 of my mates lying in the grass under me. In addition to the Paladin my texts identified a Healer, a Holy Maiden, an Alchemist, a Tree Mage, an Artifactor – all girls – and a Guard and an Assassin – boys. The last one was a small creature wrapped in some cocoon identified as a "Pixie." I have also noticed that the bodies of the Healer and the Holy Maiden were naturally producing the energy while my threads are taking it all in. Meanwhile, I saw a large group of people marching together from the forest carrying shovels and other instruments. There seemed to be guards around them urging them forward with whips and sticks while my threads were depleting their inner reserves. The guards were identified as Level-5 and consisted of different creatures – a small hyperactive male Goblin next to a large female Troll, human guards, a Human with the head of a Wolf and a female Mage. The twenty laborers were all level-1 and also varied from Humans to Demi-Humans to strange fantasy creatures. The Mage guard ordered the group to stop and the Demi-Wolf wondered "Wow – no corpses this time?" A sigh of relief went out from the laborers. The Mage yelled – "Don't relax, lazy bums. You'll be carrying these weaklings back to the camp!" The Goblin hopped over to the Pixie, unwrapped the cocoon which turned out to be a pair of large beautiful wings, ripped them off and threw the small body of a boy away. "Look I got a pair too!!!" he hopped in joy to the Troll. At that time the Pixie convulsed in the bushes and a small ball of Necro energy appeared over him – the energy I consumed immediately. The remaining eight of my classmates were distributed among the crew. The Mage walked up to them one by one taking notes and when she approached the Healer held her palm over the unconscious girl’s chest and said, "this one has no Mana reserves – throw her out." The Goblin hopped over, picked up the Healer, and screamed – "I'll keep her! I'll have fun with her!" Then the Troll took the Healer from him and saying, “You’ll have fun with me and only me, dear,” broke the neck of the poor girl with one hand and threw the body into the nearby bushes. Everyone, including the guards, shuddered at this, lined up, and marched off. Meanwhile I did what I've done before – captured the souls of the Pixie and the Healer, de-energized them and when the Cloud appeared, latched onto it and sucked the energy out until the Cloud shrunk and ran and I heard the long and desperately awaited "CLICK" – "Level – 7."

To be or Zom (to) bie Part 4

I looked down at myself, still wearing the cloak, and saw the dreaded designation of a "corpse." That sounds kind of final. Besides, a Ghost can't just perform CPR to restore breathing and heartbeat. So how do I enable the Soul to come back and let the survivor tell "near-death experience" tales? How did Dr. Frankenstein reanimate his monster? Was it a mega-electric shock? Well, I don't have anything to build a generator with or a lightning rod. So, short of having a Necromancer.... WAIT A MINUTE! So… The Ambulance is already here! Now let me see if I can graduate from a Medical School? Necro School? Necrical School? in a matter of a second. Stare into my body… Thinking about "Soul Insertion"? "Ghost Possession"? "Body Animation"?  "Intelligent Zombie"? The text appears: "Take over this body?" – "YES!" and I feel something obstructing my view. I instinctively moved the hood away from my face with my arm and actually jumped with joy – I'm back in my body!

I managed to stand up, and the first I saw is the body of our Healer. I am sorry I became an unwilling cause of her death – it was my massive energy grab that emptied her reserves and caused that Mage to mistake her for a "dud." Of course, that Troll is a monster in more ways than one, and the whole setup seems more like a labor camp than a Fantasy Guild one reads about. Aren't the early arrivals, being the seasoned veterans, supposed to meet the new ones, train them, and then share the adventures battling monsters by day and singing by the fire at night? It seems like an elite group keeps the rest at Level 1 and lives off their labor. I bet there's someone who got to some high level, now coercing or praising his peers into recognizing him as a King among the Dukes, who in turn boss around the medium Levels. They are probably tasked with controlling the Level-1s, making sure those don't advance. I wonder what they do to those who suddenly get to Level-3? Do they get killed? Do they have an "approved" religious leader telling the laborers, that their situation is a part of the Great Balance and everyone is in a Proper Place and any attempt to rebel would void the Great Future Reward?

I'll look into this later. For now – can I do anything to restore the Healer, even if I have to make her a Zombie? Looking intensely at her and wishing for a "Body Takeover," I'm getting a notice "Takeover not possible – the body is broken." Well then, can we "repair" it? "Heal" it? Getting no feedback. I'm sorry, Kate… Yes, that was her name… The transformation changed her a lot, but for some reason I just realized whom I'm dealing with  – a friendly, smart girl always willing to lend an eraser or a book. I wonder where her soul is? Oh, they are all inside me "de-energized," but for some reason she's shining just a bit. I wonder if Healer's Souls are supposed to produce energy, and she is restoring herself now. What else can this soul do – let me look… I see texts appearing next to her – including "Level-1 Heal," "Level-2 Heal"… What if I cause her to heal her own body? Choosing "Level-2 heal," aiming it at the motionless body on the ground – nothing. Suddenly, I actually hear Kate's voice, "You can't heal the dead. Sorry. I think you'd need a Necro-Nurse to do a DEAD-fibrillation." Apparently, she had already restored herself enough to be able to speak. I wonder… How would I turn a "Nurse" into a "Necro"… Let me try something… I empty her soul (yes, that's rude), and while it's just a floating outline, I look into her and through her eyes I look at the body – now I see "Necro-Heal": "Level-1" up to "Level-7." Casting the 7th with all the strength I got, I see Kate's neck snap back into the proper alignment. I separate myself from Kate's soul, and look at her body again. The "takeover" is now available and I chose it. I see her entering her body, and I start to gently fill her with my energy. She opens her eyes. The text I see above her now read "NecroHealer."

This is big. At least I won’t be alone in this World. Also, I don’t know how would I have continued to exist knowing I have caused the death of this girl. Inadvertently, but still this is something I’d much rather not have on my conscience. Especially Kate – I knew she was friendly and smart, but I’ve never realized how funny she can be. To make a remark about a Necro-Nurse who would need to do a DEAD-fibrillation – that’s real comedy. To make that remark while knowing that her own Soul is separated from her own Body and while looking at that Body – that shows the true strength of spirit. No wonder this World has made her into a Medic – I think she has what it takes to apply the proper treatment to a wound no matter how gruesome it looks. I wonder, if it wasn’t for the Bus – would she have made it into the Medical School in our Old World? She would’ve been an excellent Doctor.

I went to fetch the body of our Pixie who was mutilated by the vicious Goblin. I saw two tiny flying girls, arranging flowers on it. They are titled as "Fairies," they look at me, giggle and fly off. I picked up the doll-sized boy and brought him back to Kate. She had already managed to sit up. I told her to please postpone the questions and see if she can repair him with a "Necro-Heal." She looked at me, then at… Constantine… that's the boy's name. I just recalled it even though he is totally unrecognizable. I saw her actually attempting to cast something and then she said, "Level-2 doesn't work…" Interesting – I was able to cast Level-7… That's probably because I AM Level-7. I don't want to get Kate out of her body again, so I put my palms on her head and looked into her. I see her looking at our poor Pixie. I focused on it through her eyes and saw what I had seen before – "Necro-Heal": "Level-1" up to "Level-7." I chose Level-7, and my energy stores started to drain to a point that I feared I'd have to re-inhabit my body like before. At that moment, Kate started to supply her own reserves and the Pixie's body had suddenly re-grown its wings. I broke my contact with Kate, looked at our "patient" directly, saw the "takeover" option, and directed Constantine’s own soul into its proper place. I supplied whatever little energy I had regained and his eyes opened. Both I and Kate sighed with relief.

Now there are three of us. I started by telling them about the bus ride and there being only 10 of us – the transformed survivors. The rest were probably rejected by the World. I don’t want to tell anything else – they have enough to take in as it is. I describe the locals having organized a raid party instead of a welcome party with cakes. Constantine asked me, "How did you hide from them?" Actually, I didn't. I was sitting motionless in the driver’s seat wearing the hooded robe – I think they've mistaken me for the illusion of the driver. They must have seen these bus drivers before and probably they have a built-in defense mechanism or the likes of the Goblin would've smashed them just for fun. I've finished my tale with "So we all are technically zombies now. I don't know if we even need to breathe or eat. I guess we probably should continue eating… Once we figure out what to do about food. Also we need to learn more about the locals. A lot more"

Suddenly, we heard a voice from a small patch of flowers: "Perhaps, I can be of help for you" and a small winged creature appeared before us with a text pop-up identifying it as a “Sprite.”

The Wise Cricket Part 5

Kate and Constantine are shifting their gaze between me and the Newcomer. I took the lead, "Hello, Mr. Friendly Sprite. We are your local neighborhood Necromancer, Necro-Healer, and The Night Squadron of the Air Force." For some reason, I decided to refrain from giving out our names. It also resolved a dilemma I had about making a joke along the lines of "Constan-TINY." I think the joke is good enough to risk making our Pixie upset, even though anyone who ever had to deal with the pigeons knows, you don't want something that can fly to be angry at you. The Sprite smiled, landed next to us, and started his tale:

– Well, I guess I have to welcome you to this place. I've heard your conversations and I have to congratulate you – your conclusions are very logical and mostly true. I got here the same way you did – by bus. I woke up before anyone, saw most of the other passengers lying dead, and, I guess, got scared, so I ran off into the bushes. In a while, I saw some of them started moving, looking around, trying to talk and then the same "Meeting Committee" showed up. Those who could move, were tied, the rest of the living were set up to be carried. Meanwhile, the laborers with shovels dug up one shallow ditch while others took anything of value from my fellow passengers' bodies and dragged them to that ditch one by one. The diggers just covered it with dirt and waited a few seconds – then the dirt would fall in and the body apparently disappear. It seems like someone who got turned into a Fairy managed to fly off. Nobody cared. After all the dead were taken care of, the raid party started back. I flew behind them, and they either didn't notice or weren't interested. I saw the newcomers lined up, and a tough-looking dude barked instructions at them. They must drink an "adaptation" potion and put on a "clan ring" that they must always wear for their own safety. They would be punished if they don't. Everyone did as they were told. After that, they got assigned to their teams. Some cook the potions, some have to go into the forest gathering ingredients, some go off to plow the fields. The last is pretty useless as there are plenty of edible things in the forest, and there's even a Gourmet Flower. That's an amazing thing – one seed basically feeds you for a day and tastes like anything you want.

Speaking of the Gifts of the Forest – not only you get the food but also every so often there are big black boxes that pop up at random places. If you open them, you get random things from there – anything from tools to clothes to potions. However, I've overheard the people at the Base Camp saying that some of these boxes come with poison inside and whoever opens the box would die. I was never able to open them – I think you need to be one of the Full-Sized to do that.

So I went back and found the Fairy from my bus. I started talking to her and noticed how she would suddenly fly up and dance in the air, giggling. Then she told me that I was boring her and just flew off to play with flowers. Then she came back demanding that I tell her that she was cute and her dress is pretty. When I did so, she flew off again. She came back twice more and then ran into some other Fairies and started dancing and laughing with them.

Another thing I saw over my time here is the Monsters that come from behind the Edge. You see, we basically live in a rather large, fenced corral here, like cattle. This meadow and the forest are basically in the middle; there's also a river and a Mountainous Ridge and that's basically it. You can walk or… fly… to the end of the meadow and run into a thin border of shimmering light. We don't know what's beyond it – I heard the people at the base telling the newcomers that if they touch the border they would die. Also, sometimes we have very strange, large creatures get through this veil – they are basically like monsters in the video games. They only want to find us, changed humans, and eat us. They usually start with the small fliers and then move on to the base camp. When that happens, about 20 of Level-1s are mobilized with a couple of higher Levels. They have special potions on their clothes that are supposed to make them invisible to the monster, but I don't think it works. I saw these hunts twice, and the monster always managed to eat someone before getting hunted down.

I think this place does something to the small fliers like me. Before I met you, I noticed that I had forgotten everything about the life before the Bus and even could not recall things I'd learned here or even what I did yesterday. Once I saw you arrive earlier, I feel everything I had lived through here started to come back. I figured you guys were on a school trip – I'm fairly sure we were on a regular city bus. So, you are good for my health, at least the mental one. Maybe this environment wants us, the small fry, not to fly off the handle by being grounded to someone full-size. So I'd like to hang around with your group. I'll show you around. There are several places you could set up camp in this forest – caves and such. So could I stay with you?

Oh yes, one more thing. About us, small fliers. So you've seen Fairies, I'm a Sprite, your friend – a Pixie. There's many more of us. Two things in common. One – we very quickly forget our humanity and let the nature take over. So for example, when you see an Imp – run or get ready for a fight; they'll attack you in groups, scratching and biting. Then they take off, laughing and screaming. Don't try to reason with them. Fairies are harmless but silly – dancing on flowers, always happy. Don't bother asking them anything. Pixies, as you see, are larger and usually more organized. They even build some kind of housing in the trees and can detect and fight off strangers. Sprites should be able to do some kind of Nature magic – wind in my case – but probably it opens up on higher Levels. Another thing common to us all is a rather small lifespan. At the end of each day, most Fairies come together to one tree and settle in its large blossoms that close for the night. When they open in the morning, several of them don't wake up but rather fall to the ground. Other Fairies cover them with petals and fly off, giggling. The dead ones just dissolve shortly after. The same happened to a group of Imps terrorizing everyone for several days – they just didn't awaken one morning. The people from the Base Camp send out scouts to look for the dead Fliers to rip off the wings – apparently they need it for their Alchemy. So that's the other reason I want to be in your group – I feel it will let me stay alive longer.

"So you want to be our Wise Cricket, like in the Pinocchio story?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, I'd like you to join. Welcome aboard! You know what's funny – the Cricket does all the singing and dancing only in the Disney cartoon. The original Italian 1883 book, 'The Adventures of Pinocchio', by Carlo Collodi, has the poor insect killed by Pinocchio before it returns as a ghost. Luckily I think I could arrange that too and you'd still be able to hang out with us." Kate and Constantine gave me a long, disbelieving stare. Yes, even as a zombie Necromancer I still carry my flag of NERDINESS high. No, I'm not trying to impress or annoy anyone; I just can't help myself.

Our new Sprite teammate smiles and then asks our Healer, "Is he always like that?" Before she has a chance to reply, our Pixie – the captain of the night-time Air Force – almost screams out, "ALL… THE… TIME!" As the team laughs, I sit there wondering – he just said he remembers nothing from before the Bus times – yet the Pinocchio cartoon seems to resonate with him. What else was there in his past that we should be aware of? Suspicious…  We didn't tell him our names and he didn't offer his. Let's keep it that way. In some stories, names had magical powers – who knows how it is here.

The First Nibbles Part 6

How do I let my classmates know about my name-revealing concerns? I wonder… I focused on their faces and looked inside them. I saw their souls connected to me with thin shadowy threads. I remembered reading about paper cup telephony – where kids connected the bottoms of two paper cups with a thread and, if it was stretched tight enough, anything said into one cup would be heard in the other. I have imagined holding a cup like that and spoke into it, "Please don't reveal your names to anyone. I have a feeling about it. Let's call Kate – Nectar – She's a Necro Doctor → NecTor → Nectar." I saw both Kate and Constantine first perk up in surprise, and then Kate nodded. "What about me?" I suddenly heard our Pixie's voice in my head. I replied, "I can't think of anything good. Maybe first name – Hop, last name – Terr for Copter?" ConstanPix spoke up, "By the way, let's introduce ourselves. I am Terry," our Healer continued, "I'm Nectar," "That's sweet!" the Sprite smiled, and as they all looked at me. I introduced myself as Mrak – that's an anagram of the name Mark which is not what I was called before The Busing. If the real name turns out to be so important, let me lead whoever would try to guess it on a wild goose chase. Besides, I happen to know that Mrak means “Darkness” in several Eastern European languages – appropriate for my new role. Now we're looking at our Sprite with curiosity. His face tenses for an instant, and then he says, "I don't think I remember my name, and I can't think of a nice nickname, so anything you'd suggest I'll take. Just Sprite is fine – I've never seen another one here." I responded, "We sure could, but in case we do have another one, how about Fizz? Would that be okay? Because there is a carbonated drink named Sprite where we came from, and it fizzes when you open it, and you are the Master of Air." Sprite smiled, "Not much of a Master, but I do like the name. Fizz… I like the sound of that! So… What do we do now?"

Now… Let me think… We do have Maslow's hierarchy of needs – Food, Water, Shelter usually come first. Surely, these days, we need to add Internet Connectivity to that, but for now, we could stick to the classics. I asked our newly-named Fizz, "You said you can help us with shelter. What do you suggest – some kind of a cave or maybe those black mystery boxes you had mentioned could produce tents? Could we go look for them a little? Also, if you know of many caves, let's go to the one closest to the River you've mentioned." Our Sprite smiled, "Yes, can do! The only problem is – we'll have to go there through a rather dense forest, and I can't fly there. I'd have to go over the trees, and you might not see me through them. I can't walk through them either so…" "Not to worry, you don't have to fly through them – you can ride through them. On my shoulder or in the hood of my robe," I replied, "Same for you, Terry." And OFF WE WENT…

Fizz was a great guide. He talked about the meadow plants pointing out the edible ones, at least for him. It turned out, when I focused on the local flora, I did get pop-ups before my eyes labeling some. When I focused on specific weeds, I got information about their Medicinal and Alchemic properties. Terry, the Pixie, tried eating a few flowers that Fizz pointed out but said nothing. I was wondering – now as we are technically Zombies, do we still have the sense of taste? Can a poisonous plant harm us? I guess there's only one way to find out… I knelt next to one bush with berries that Fizz described as sweet, picked a few, and put them in my mouth. Then a few more… And a few more…  No text popped up as I was doing this, but I think I only felt a slight tingle on my tongue after the tenth tasting. Kate-Nectar was looking at me intently. I said, "I am starting to feel the grass on my palm. The taste seems to be coming slowly too. I think I am beginning to feel it. Do you see any text when you're looking into this bush?" Kate and Terry shook their heads and decided to try a few berries. I was thinking – maybe we are the first Zombies in this World and it's not sure about the framework of the interactions between us and most of the surroundings? Or maybe Zombies always take a while to re-awaken their bodies fully? I do wonder, if regular humans get their energy from food, do Zombies just get powered up by Necro Energy? And if so, where does it come from? I get it from the surroundings, probably, as I see my Energy Indicator slowly going up even without me actively collecting it. I wonder if Kate and Constantine, or Nectar and Terry… yeah, let me think of their new names as their Zombie Instances… so I wonder – do they get some of my energy or should I specifically feed it to them? I noticed Terry suddenly picking up the pace picking those berries. I looked through our connection and into him – I see his Energy Indicator actually edging up. The same seems true with our Healer. So… Maybe… Maybe… because they have taken over their own bodies and came in with my Necro-Energy in them… Maybe they are able to consume food to sustain themselves? Interesting… What would happen later? Would they somehow get de-zombified? I guess there is no "Advanced Zombie Studies" book I can read… Well, as we Nerds know, if the book hasn’t been written yet, then it's your duty to do so.

Settling in Part 7

We continued on our journey, following our Sprite guide. He flew very close to us, level with our faces letting us continue the conversation. Our Pixie, having figured out how to use his newly-found freedom of three-dimensional movement, dashed around us, occasionally falling into the grass. Then he quite suddenly put his feet on my shoulder, grabbing onto my hair and slapping me on the back of my head with his wing. "You've mentioned you'd carry us in the forest," he announced. "So, I'm just getting to my seat earlier. Besides, I can't fly that slow – when I try, I fall onto the ground." I OKed his… landing? shouldering?… and asked him to please sit down and hold on to my shirt collar. Also, see if he can fold his wings somehow before a gust of air or a tree branch knock him off. As Terry started settling in, Nectar  asked Fizz, "All the Fairies I see fluttering around are girls. Aren't there any boys?" Both Terry and I turned to Fizz, and he replied, "I don't know why, but the Full-Sized and the Half-Sized are about equal between boys and girls for most types. Maybe a bit more boys among the Paladins and a bit more girls among the Tree Mages. Before you ask – Half-Sized are Goblins (You've seen one), Grundels, Leprechauns, Gnomes, Dwarfs, and so on. They hold on to their human memories a bit longer than us, small fry, but eventually they just merge with their new essence. On the other hand, maybe one had to be a Goblin inside to become a Goblin here. Maybe you had a natural propensity toward being a Medic before. As for your question – there are very few boy-fairies. Most of the boys become so-called 'Brownies' – they also fly but mostly at night. They are a bit more industrious – they also live in a tree but they build it out with leaves, grass ropes, branches, and stuff. They hide in their nests during the day and fly around at night and never meet with the Fairies. The larger ones of the Flying Folk, like the Pixies, can be boys or girls. I don't know if there's more of one or the other. I've never seen another Sprite. Oh, there are also Sylphs and Nymphs – they are spirits of Air and Nature. I know they exist because every so often I get a text pop-up saying that, but I see nothing there, and if I stare for too long in that direction, the text disappears." Terry perked up: "So there are other Pixies? Do they also live in a tree? Is it far?" I noticed as Nectar was looking downs hiding her smile as I have turned my head away from the "Chip (Pix?) on my shoulder" doing the same. Our Sprite replied, "Not far at all. Nothing is really far here. The place I'm taking you to is about 15 minutes’ flight from the Fairy Tree, about 20 from the Brownie Housing and the Pixie Camp. The Base Camp of the Full-sized is farther off. Some of the Half-Sized are living there too, some in the forest." Terry turned to me, "Do you think I could fly there, take a look?" I nodded slightly, trying not to knock my passenger down, "Yes, in fact I'd like you to fly reconnaissance ideally once in daylight and once at night. I think you should be able to see at night. If not, then don't."

As we continued walking by the edge of the forest looking around, Terry suddenly took off from my shoulder, flew masterfully between the trees and came back screaming, "I see a Black Box!" We turned to Fizz: "Are these the Random Stuff Boxes you spoke about?" He shrugged and led us into the forest. There, on the ground between two sky-high pines stood a large black trunk. So… it might have goodies or might kill you, if you believe what Fizz heard from the Full-Sized Campers. Well, there's only one way to find out. I started looking into it. I got nothing. Absolutely nothing… Nectar was standing next to me looking between me and the Box while was Terry nervously flying around it. I said, "Well, we might as well try. After all, I doubt the box can really kill a zombie. Terry, feel free to open it, Nectar, please go stand behind this thick oak tree." Terry tried to pull the top upward, but the box wasn't budging. Maybe it's meant for the full-sized crowd. I told Terry and Fizz to join Nectar behind the tree, waited for them to get there, and then opened the box. I heard a melodious ringing of a small bell, and the box opens. We seem to be in luck – inside there are several sets of clothing, a doctor's bag, a dagger, and several small knives that could be used for throwing or in the kitchen. Maybe we could have Terry carry one of them as a sword if we can craft a scabbard. By the time we made it to the cave that Fizz picked for us, we became loaded with goodies from several more boxes. A small pile of clothes, cooking and dining utensils, hammers, axes, saws, shovels, and a sack of Gourmet Flower Seeds. The cave’s location was the best and, at the same time, the worst thing about it. The ground in front of it was covered with small pebbles for about 50 steps forward, left, and right so no one can sneak up on us soundlessly. The River was to our right; the Mountainous Ridge – behind and to the left; the Forest – directly before us. However, there comes a twist. Right behind us, clearly visible from the River’s edge halfway up the Mountains was none other than the dreaded Shimmering Veil. No wonder even the silly Fairies wouldn't come here.

We set all our possessions on the ground. I started giving out orders, "Fizz, you should be the Air Master – please find a comfortable spot, and try doing something with that power of yours. We would benefit a lot from it. See if you can maybe start a small breeze, or better yet see if you can listen into the depths of the cave. I fear it goes quite deep and might connect to some caverns. Ideally, I'd like you to continue being our guide even in the cave. So, start practicing, maybe meditate a bit – we absolutely need your air control. Terry – I don't know if you have any Pixie magic, but if you do, see how you can get to it and what can you do with it. So, get comfy but not next to Fizz, spread out you guys, look inside yourself, see what you can find and then after all your magic practice please fly reconnaissance. We still have a few hours of daylight left, but be back before nightfall. Nectar – while the boys are meditating – if you want, please go to the river for a swim or go through our possessions, pick whatever you want from the clothing. I'll go back into the Forest – we need firewood and a whole lot of thin tree branches for mattresses." Everyone nodded, and then Fizz and Terry went out of the cave, getting down on the pebbles on different sides of the entrance. Nectar started sorting the "loot" and I picked up an ax and a saw and marched off. I've been on tourist trips before, I've set up tents and I’ve slept in a sleeping bag. I had started a campfire and once, on a bet, done it without matches – the well-known method of a stick rotating with a bowstring between two dry planks of wood works just fine. I'd rather do it with a magnifying glass, but by the time I'm back with the firewood, there wouldn't be much sunshine. I think I could use my wristwatch for focusing the light or borrow glasses from one of my classmates currently in my 'Sub-dimensional Storage" bag. I still have it under my cloak with the Bone Illusion Artifact. I have not told Kate and Constantine anything that happened during the trip – just that the transformations had occurred and that the ten of us made it to this world with the seven dragged off to the Base Camp. Me carrying dead bodies around would probably be too much for them to bear, especially if you add to it the souls I had collected inside of me. Let them get used to the whole thing, including the fact of them being Zombies.

As I was cutting and tying the sapling trees for the bedding and large dead wood for the fire, I was looking into myself, analyzing my statuses. So, I've got a "group" section, and Nectar, Terry, and Fizz are there as Necro-Healer Level-2, Necro-Pixie Level-1, and Sprite Level-3. Whatever Fizz isn't telling me… He forgot everything, yet he got to Level-3. How? OK, we'll keep it in mind. There is also an "energy balance" for the group, with the Fliers getting about a third of the "group energy" compared to their energy reserves, totaling about one-tenth. It does make sense now that the Little Creatures thrive in a group with the Full-Sized ones. I guess it's all about balance – if I can get aerial surveillance and maybe some magic for a price of longer restoration of my reserve – I'm game.

As for my personal skills, there I was pleasantly surprised. I can put bodies into Stasis – a Suspended state preventing decomposition. I can control bodies for a while without inserting souls – basically like marionettes. I can yank souls out in some cases from some creatures, I can analyze those souls, read them like a book, erase parts of their memories and put the souls back if the body is still alive or Zombify someone if it's too late. There's a "Basic Repair" that can be applied to Bodies, and it also seems I should be able to sense the presence of some Living and Dead souls. No flying or teleportation, but still…  That's… a lot… of… power… A LOT OF POWER… And as we know, with great power comes a great electric bill.

Of Whacks and Booms Part 8

I packed up the firewood and the saplings into my Bottomless Bag and wondered if I had a Map. Apparently, I do, as it appeared immediately with locations of my teammates showing up with their images. Terry apparently gave up on meditation and started his patrol flight, expanding the limits of my map; our Sprite is still sitting near our cave, seemingly doing some Air Magic and Kate-Nectar is busy with something inside of it. As I was getting close to the cave, I saw another Black Box standing under a large tree next to a big boulder. I remember it wasn’t here before – I would've noticed it as I was going into the Forest, as my footprints are right here. A brand new one, huh? So far, all the goodies we got are amazingly useful, and I’m sure Kate has finished sorting through them. However, I think we have everything we need. What is it that this World is trying to give us all of a sudden? I started looking into the Box and for some reason felt a very strong sense of excitement. The box will be good for me! It’s exactly what I needed and wanted and dreamed about. My Inner Being needs that box! That’s when I stepped back. My Inner Being is a Necromancer – for it to be happy would mean for there to be lots and lots of Necro Energy, meaning a rather big “BOOM!” So… I’m not touching this thing.

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