Chapter: 7

Suddenly, the green mist entered the corpse through its mouth, it was like it was being inhaled.

“So I guess I’ll get an undead rat as a buddy? It’ll be fine as long as it doesn’t touch me.” Thought Jay, not wanting to even smell the large rat corpse, “desiccated rat corpse is disgusting… Even a living rat is pretty filthy.”

Suddenly, the rat corpse pulsated, it’s chest rising up and down as it’s skin roiled, and boils of fat and pus appeared on the surface of it’s skin.

Amazed, Jay stared at it – and then before his widened eyes, it suddenly exploded – bits of flesh flicked everywhere, a lot covering Jay, some landing near his lips.

“MMMMMM! MMMM!!!!!!!” wanting to scream in anger and disgust, he didn’t dare open his mouth in case some rotting flesh entered it; he quickly wiped the pieces of flesh off his face.

“FUCK, I want to die, fuck this, I’ll be a butcher for life I don’t even care anymore. This is the worst day ever. No, actually, the worst two days since I was knocked out for nearly a full day thanks to that smug prick in the carriage.”

Wanting to die after having desiccated rat flesh land on his face, Jay made a mental note to stand back after casting this skill next time.

Looking at the corpse, he realised that only the flesh, hair, muscles and organs were gone – splattered all over the alley around him; what remained were simply the bones floating in a cloud of green mist.

The mist wrapped around the bones as they shifted and morphed. The cartilage cracked and popped as the rat bones re-shaped themselves into a humanoid skeleton creature with a hunch back and tiny horns on its head.

The green mist was solidifying, acting like a jelly at the joints of the bones.

The creature was about the size of a small child. It had long spindly bone fingers with tiny claws at the end. If Jay were to guess what it was, he would naturally think it was a goblin skeleton.

Two hollow eyes with tiny green glowing spheres floating in the middle of the eye sockets looked up at Jay from the rat skull with anticipation, as if to say “I’m ready to kill, what can I kill? Where is my target?” with it’s creepy spindly-like hands ready to slash.

Freaking out, Jay wanted the creature to get away from him – and as if it read his thoughts, the green jelly on the joints of the creature all dissipated back into the mist and disappeared while the bones crumbled back onto the ground – some turning to ash and blowing away, while others turned back into what looked like normal rat bones.

“Freaky…” Analysing the bones, Jay gained some understanding of the process.

“Huh, so it seems like my power is semi-autonomous. It responds to my thoughts immediately but also can act independently when I don’t focus. Interesting. The creature was made up of bones which clearly didn’t belong to a rat, especially since it increased in size – and some of these ‘bones’ turned into ash. Perhaps that’s part of my magic too, to fill in the gaps where a creature is lacking.” Jay squinted at the remaining bones.

“Maybe that’s why I can only do smaller ‘feeble’ creatures at the moment? Because I would need to fill in more gaps for the larger ones..? I guess I should level up quickly and find out. I would like to test this on a dead bird and other corpses too – to see if I get the same creature or a different one.”

Jay considered combining different creature corpses’ as he walked to the adventurer association; If a bird corpse made a different creature, surely combining a few different corpses would make something stronger.

Of course, he will need to find a few different corpses first. So far, he has only managed to find a desiccated rat.

“Well, I guess I can kill something in one of the adventurers association’s quests.” He thought with a sly smile as he attempted his second trip to the association.


A town guard walked by an ordinary alley, turning his head as he noticed a vile smell. Walking towards the rancid odour, he approached cautiously, gripping his spear tighter. He knew this smell well – it was death.

He quickly found the source of the smell, and it only got worse as he got closer.

At first, he was shocked. It was like a blossoming flower of desiccated flesh surrounding a pile of ash-white bones.

He couldn’t hold back his vomit. Leaving the alley, he wondered if he should report it or not.

“Hmm… I won’t bother reporting it, it’s only a rat after all. Probably just some new adventurers testing out their skills.”