The Villainess and I, her Zombie

Chapter 408: Volume 7's epilogue - Benefits and problems

"Leveling up so much all at once isn't actually as great as you might think – as you can see you have lost a lot of status points you would otherwise gain thanks to the benefits of the various titles – still, since you have plenty of quests to complete, with enough hard work you will be able to train your way to match others with the same level."

The appraiser was ruthless with his words even to someone as important as the first prince of the kingdom.

"A-ah... I see..."

There was no trace of the initial joy on Roan's face as the blond boy had received the news – his expression darkened as he was looking at the note with the results of his appraisal – the numbers were big for someone his age, but it all fell behind the other level 26 player characters – especially adventurers.

To make the long story short – the massive amount of experience was more of a curse than a blessing.

"...ha..."

Cranberry, who was the next in line to be appraised made a sour expression – she was already suspecting that jumping in levels without titles was just as bad as joining the system with high level and forsaking the early quests – but now with the confirmation straight from the mouth of the appraiser, she gritted her teeth and looked away with a bitter face.

"Young lady Pride, if I may."

The appraiser called to her and his eyes began glowing white as soon as the red-haired girl walked in front of him.

"...Oh, a unique class, and a subclass, I see – interesting... Great amount of MP and MAT, and the skills are very promising too – but otherwise, it's the same thing as with the young prince. Here."

The man said while his hand was constantly moving until everything was written down – after which he offered the note to the girl.

Name: Cranberry Pride

Race: Human

Level: 30

Magic type: Dark Arts

Class:? War mage

Subclass: Support mage

Registered familiar: Zombie

HP: 227

MP: 372

ATK: 191

DEF: 180

MAT: 351

MDF: 187

HIT: 195

EVA: 180

AGI: 199

LUC: 112

Skills:

Fire immunity ([max])

Blunt weapon proficiency (level 6)

Charge (level 4)

Bash (level 5)

Thrash (level 3[max])

Fire enchantment (level 7)

Fireball (level 10)

Stack (level 6)

Detection [hearing] (level 6)

Flame cloak (level 5)

Fire blast (level 1)

Thunder enchantment (level 6)

Lightning (level 10)

Dead aim (level 7)

Thunder (level 5)

Strength augmentation (level 9)

Speed augmentation (level 9)

Boost (level 12)

Discharge (level 1)

Waterball (level 9)

Geyser (level 1)

Ice spear (level 1)

Ice enchantment (level 1)

Stone missile (level 1)

Stone armor (level 1)

Rock blast (level 1)

Empower (level 1)

Heal (level 1)

Mage light (level 1)

Light ray (level 1)

Smite (level 1)

Light enchantment (level 1)

Muffle (level 1)

Darkness bullet (level 1)

Darkness enchantment (level 1)

Call undead (level 1)

Acid ball (level 1)

Acid enchantment (level 1)

Conjure poison (weak) (level 1)

Rapid incantation (level 15[max])

MP regeneration (level 6)

Magic bash (level 8)

Concentration (level 7)

HP regeneration (level 1)

Title:

Child of pride

Daughter of the elves

Hardworker

Troll slayer

Sigil hunter

"...ha..."

Cranberry studied her results and breathed out with slight disappointment – there were many brand new skills that she received thanks to leveling up and receiving both a class and a subclass, and the skills she already had all gained a healthy boost in levels but overall, she felt that it was not enough – hear heart did skip a beat though when she saw her second title that she had no idea when she received, which made it up for her a great deal.

"Now, for the corpse puppet."

The appraiser called out.

"Undead familiar – at least try to sound competent."

"...!"

Zombie scoffed and smirked mockingly at the sitting man – who flinched and furrowed his brows displeased that an undead is talking back to him.

"Right. Corpse puppet can't talk for a reason, come closer."

The appraiser scoffed back and demanded in a domineering voice – in reaction to which Zombie barely held back a mocking laugh.

"Try to not fall from that chair of yours, mister incompetent appraiser."

The blue undead's face lighted up with ridicule as he nodded at the man in a parody of friendliness.

"Pffft! Why would I...?"

The appraiser shook his head and snorted dismissively at Zombie's words before he activated his skills and – as his eyes shone with white light and his hand was prepared to start writing things down...

"HUUUUUUUUUUH?!"

*WHAM*

The confident appraiser's eyes bulged out of their sockets and he fell off his chair as he jolted back in utter shock.

"...?!"

"!!!!!"

"What is this supposed to mean...?"

There was not a single person - aside from Zombie himself and the red-haired Cranberry – who wasn't shocked by that strong of a reaction.

"Kahahaha! I warned you."

Zombie burst out in laughter and shrugged his shoulders dismissively as the appraiser was scrambling himself back up at his feet.

"..."

The pale man said absolutely nothing and hurriedly wrote down the note, pushed it towards the blue undead, and rushed out of the arena in a hurry, not looking back.

"Well, that was rude."

Zombie furrowed his brows as he tilted his head before he looked down at the paper.

Name: Zombie

Race: Undead page [champion]

Subjects: Baron, Morty

Level: 1

HP: 1170

MP: 312

ATK: 401

DEF: 800

MAT: 332

MDF: 723

HIT: 270

EVA: 155

AGI: 187

LUC: 100

Skills:

Superbia (level 3)

Pain nullification (level 10 [max])

Insomniac (level [max])

Acrobatics (level 17[max])

Sword mastery (level 10[max])

Pierce (level 10[max])

Leadership (level 9)

Reflect (level 6[max])

Fortress (level 4)

Focus (level 6)

Emergency dodge (level 10[max])

HP regeneration (level 8)

Cleave (level 20)

Strong kick (level 29)

Blade tornado (level 4)

Sword whip (level 16)

Throw (level 19[max])

Whirlwind kick (level 23)

Overpower (level 2)

Call to arms (level 5)

Overlevel (level 4)

Undead body (level 6)

Life signature detection (level 6)

Bite (level 5)

Corpse venom (level 5)

Holy damage immunity (level 3)

Heartthrob (level 3)

Bulldozer (level 1)

Machine mind (level 1)

Sword familiar summon ([max])

Unlocked Affinities:

Leg power (level 20[max])

Beast master (level 7)

Titles:

Heir of Pride

Liar

Hardworker

Bane of goblins

Sigil hunter

Orcs' calamity

Troll Slayer

Undeads' calamity

Hunter

Slayer of the unique

Kingslayer

Calamity

Undead familiar

Dragon rider

Workaholic

Maniac

"Whew, I was worried that my stats would reset after the rank-up since there was this message about a penalty, but I'm glad that it wasn't that bad."

Zombie nodded to himself, folding the note and putting it into his pocket without showing it to anyone else.

The blue undead looked at the red-haired girl who seemed to be very curious about it and only glanced at Roan and the people other people staring at them – which made Cranberry flinch and nodded with understanding.

Then, Zombie turned towards the queen sitting in the VIP section of the audience, and the very same appraiser that just stormed out of the arena, bending down and hurriedly reporting something to her in a hushed voice – though there was little to no doubt about what exactly was he reporting about.

"...!"

The queen's eyes widened and she looked at the appraiser in disbelief, but the man didn't back down and nodded his head vigorously instead.

"...I don't like where this is going – just in case, get ready to jump at Baron since we might need to get out of here in a hurry..."

Zombie walked over to the red-haired girl and lowered his head to whisper in her ear.

"Okay."

Cranberry did not ask any questions and just nodded with a serious expression.

The blue undead turned around to have another look at the blond queen and saw her looking right back at him with a wide, happy smile.

...way too happy smile...

"This can't be good."

Zombie's expression darkened as he glared right back at the suspiciously overjoyed avatar of greed.

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