10 This world looks too much like an MMORPG... (1/2)

After throwing up, I looked at the bandits with conflicted emotions.

I was surprisingly unaffected at their death, I thought that the first time I killed someone would feel like shit, but It really just felt disgusting because of the gore, I didn't feel anything beyond that.

”I think I saw too many gory movies…”I said cleaning the rest of vomit from my mouth.

”Yeah. Your generation is really something, but I'm sure most people your age would feel bad when killing for the first time.”Sixth agreed. ”You are probably like that because of your lack of social interactions.”

What Sixth said really made sense, It felt like when I saw the corpses of those children that died in a terrorist attack. I never knew them and could care less about their deaths, so it was at most disgusting; but I silently felt guilty for not for not caring. The difference is that this time I had killed them and It was a bunch of grown-up bandits.

”But yeah, you were lucky back there. If you hadn't avoided the first attack, you would have died for sure. But on the bright side, you got some combat experience and the chance to test two out of five of the spells you learned.”He said, looking at me with a smile. He seemed genuinely happy that I got out of that battle safe.

The spells I used just now were the Bone Arrows and Raise Ghoul spells. The former created sharp bone arrows that can pierce the enemies with the speed of a crossbow bolt, as well as sap the life out of their body, making even a single shot lethal if not taken care of soon, since the arrow would keep sapping life force while it was still in the enemy's body. Raise Ghoul can raise a person that is able to wield mana, it can even raise a Magus if one is found, their body also becomes immune to rotting, being able to pass themselves as living people. They also retain their intelligence, while losing their memories. A Dread Knight can only raise ten Ghouls though.

The other three spells I learned were Death Restoration, that healed undead. Raise Lesser Undead, that raised fast but weak skeletons and sturdy but slow zombies. And Dread Mantle, that created a black mantle that covered my entire body and enabled me to suck the life of those that died by the hands of my undead, healing myself. The limit of raised undead is a hundred zombies and a thousand skeletons, but zombies and skeletons aren't really useful against people who wield Mana or normal people with good armor and skills.

Seeing the still kneeling ghoul, that was constantly leaking black mist from his chest, I made three short gestures with my hands, followed by a longer gesture.

A single vortex appeared on my right hand and formed a gray mist, that entered the Ghoul's chest.

The thorn flesh that was punctured by the arrows started recovering, even pushing the arrows out of the ghoul's chest.

Sixth looked at me with a smile and said.

”Okay, what do you do after you kill bandits? That's an easy question.”

When Sixth said that, I remembered something important. It was the most common thing that every main character did after killing a bandit group.

Looting!

I had to loot the corpses, but my heart still was too weak for that. I am probably the first necromancer in this world to be disgusted by corpses, but even still, I ordered Albert to loot them for me. One day I will be able to take someone's guts in my hands, but that day is not today, nor tomorrow, nor in a few years… Maybe never.