novelraw Chapter 139: Returning to Zorvax
Chapter 139: Returning to Zorvax
Zorvax stood at a distance, observing the unfolding battle with a calm, calculating gaze. He remained motionless, his confidence in Ophelia and Blackie’s abilities evident in his demeanor. There was a certain assurance in his posture, a belief that victory was certain for his allies.
As the battle reached its conclusion, with Ophelia and Blackie emerging victorious, a faint smile crept onto Zorvax’s face. He turned his attention to the system notification that appeared before him, indicating the gains from the battle. His eyes scanned the message, and his smile widened slightly as he read:
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[Zombie Points +45,000]
[Acquired 5 Tier 3 Ascendant Cores]
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"Excellent," Zorvax murmured to himself, a sense of satisfaction evident in his voice as he watched the aftermath of the battle. His expression remained composed, but there was a subtle hint of intrigue in his eyes.
He found himself particularly interested in the Ascendants, a group whose existence had only recently come to his attention. The moment Ophelia had learned about Ascendants from her encounters, Zorvax’s system had updated with new information, allowing him to understand more about this unique race.
As Zorvax pondered this new knowledge, the system provided a succinct definition:
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[Ascendant: A new breed of humans with abilities that use mana, a new element in this world, to strengthen themselves.]
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Zorvax stood contemplatively, his gaze fixed on the system’s description of the Ascendants. "Mana as a power source, quite a fascinating concept," he mused to himself. His voice was tinged with a mixture of intrigue and calculation. The subtle arch of his eyebrow and the thoughtful tilt of his head reflected his deep interest in this newfound knowledge.
He pondered the potential that these Ascendants held, considering how their unique abilities could be advantageous in his grand scheme. His facial expression remained composed, but there was a discernible glimmer of strategic thinking in his eyes.
As he stood in contemplation, Zorvax shifted his attention to the task at hand. "Now, I just need to wait for Ophelia to return with the Ascendants’ bodies," he said quietly, his tone shifting to one of anticipation. The idea of examining the Ascendants more closely seemed to hold a particular allure for him.
Zorvax’s posture was relaxed yet alert, his stance indicating his readiness to receive Ophelia and the valuable cargo she carried. As he waited, the environment around him was quiet, the stillness of the aftermath contrasting with the active workings of his mind.
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As Ophelia and Blackie, along with the thirty grey wolf soldiers, made their way back to Zorvax, his face broke into a smile of approval. He watched them approach, his eyes scanning their condition with a keen interest. "Well done, Ophelia, Blackie," he praised, his voice echoing with a genuine sense of satisfaction and pride.
Ophelia walked up with a steady, confident stride, looking relatively untouched by the battle. Her expression was calm and collected, indicating her resilience and strength. Zorvax nodded at her, acknowledging her successful mission.
Blackie, on the other hand, along with his contingent of grey wolf soldiers, presented a stark contrast. They bore the brunt of the battle’s brutality, their bodies marked with visible signs of combat. Despite their ragged appearance, their undead nature rendered their injuries less critical, though it was evident in their sluggish movements.
Zorvax observed them closely, his expression turning thoughtful. "You’ve all fought bravely," he remarked, addressing the group. His tone was appreciative, yet there was a hint of concern as he assessed the extent of their damages.
The wolves, despite their battered state, responded to Zorvax’s presence with a kind of subdued reverence, their heads slightly bowed in respect. Blackie, even in his injured state, managed to convey a sense of loyalty and respect towards Zorvax with a low growl of acknowledgment.
Zorvax observed the wolves’ display of deference with a nod of acknowledgment. His expression softened momentarily, showing a hint of appreciation for their loyalty. "You’ve all done well," he said, his voice low but clear, ensuring each wolf heard his praise.
Turning his focus to the task of healing his allies, Zorvax approached the system interface with purpose. He stood tall and confident, his fingers moving swiftly over the controls. "Let’s see, 45,000 Zombie Points..." he pondered aloud, his eyes scanning the digital display. "This should cover the regeneration potions for everyone."
He quickly located the Tier 3 regeneration potion in the system shop and noted its price. "5,000 points each," he mused, his brow furrowing slightly as he did the mental arithmetic. His attention then shifted to the Tier 2 potions, calculating the total cost for the thirty grey wolves. "Fifteen thousand points in total for the pack," he concluded, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Affordable and effective."
Zorvax’s movements were precise as he made the necessary purchases, his expression one of focus and determination. As he completed the transactions, he turned back to face his group, potions in hand. "We’ll have you all back in top form soon," he announced, distributing the potions with efficiency.
The wolves, upon receiving the potions, began to show signs of recovery, their wounds healing visibly. Blackie, taking the potion, gave a grateful nod to Zorvax, his stance becoming steadier as the potion took effect.
After Blackie and the other wolves had been tended to with the regeneration potions, Zorvax turned his attention to the five Ascendant corpses that Ophelia had meticulously brought back. Ophelia, with a deliberate and respectful manner, gently laid each body on the ground, arranging them side by side.
Zorvax, his interest clearly piqued, approached the bodies for a closer examination. "So, these are the Ascendants," he said softly, almost to himself. His voice was tinged with a mix of wonder and scientific curiosity.
He crouched beside them, his movements controlled and precise, as he carefully observed each corpse. His eyes, sharp and analytical, moved from one body to the next, taking note of their distinct features and the potential they held.
Ophelia, standing a few steps away, watched Zorvax’s examination. Her face was impassive, but her eyes were alert, closely following Zorvax’s every move and expression. There was a sense of anticipation about her, as if she was waiting for Zorvax to uncover some hidden secrets from these fallen warriors.