piratefiction Chapter 225 I Want a Name
Chapter 225 I Want a Name
Chapter 225 I Want a Name
"My esteemed master, may I turn it into a living corpse?"
"Although it's a bit ugly, its body is very strong, making it very suitable for use as a living corpse. It's more durable than a regular body."
Looking at the stone giant lying unconscious on the floor, Sirion asked with some curiosity:
"Can stone giants be turned into living corpses?"
The zombie, manipulated by the distorted figures in the painting, nodded hastily: "Yes, as long as the corpse remains intact."
"It's precisely to prevent its illogical body from collapsing that we can temporarily remove the core formed from its unique characteristics."
"Otherwise it would crumble into a pile of useless stones within minutes."
Cyril nodded: "Sure, you can take it."
"Thank you for your generosity and kindness~"
The living person, manipulated by the painting, even raised the pitch of their voice.
Then, under Cyril's curious gaze, the undead approached the unconscious stone giant on the ground with the scroll in hand.
The distorted figure on the scroll made a face, spewing out large amounts of black gas from its mouth and nose, which swirled and condensed into a phantom skull that rushed toward the target stone giant's face without any obvious features.
The illusory skull, imbued with a heavy aura of death, seemed like an emissary sent by the underworld, leaving life withering wherever it went.
Even the stone giants, whose bodies are made of a lot of rocks, show signs of weathering and decay on their bodies.
In Cyrien's spiritual vision, the pale white light corresponding to the ethereal body on the stone giant's body was rapidly dissipating, especially around its head, where almost no spiritual light remained, as if that vitality had completely vanished. Soon, a large amount of black energy seeped out from the stone giant's body, leaving strange patterns on its granite-like surface, resembling thorns, carrying an eerie and deathly aura.
Then, under Cyril's gaze, the lifeless stone giant slowly stood up.
Whether it was his imagination or not, Cyrien felt that the rocks on the living stone giant's body were somewhat loose and had obvious signs of weathering and decay, like an old, discarded version salvaged from a junkyard.
Noticing the doubt that flashed in his eyes, the living being manipulated by the distorted figure in the scroll quickly explained, "I'm sorry, Master, my abilities are limited. The physical strength of a living being of the Stone Giant level will decline to a certain extent after it is transformed into a living corpse."
"However, compared to when it was alive, it no longer has any weaknesses in terms of mind and spirit, and it can master some death-related magical abilities."
Cyril nodded. "Let's go, let it lead the way, we'll go to the innermost tomb chamber."
"Leave it to me."
As they spoke, the distorted figure in the painting manipulated the zombie-like stone giant as it walked toward the main burial chamber deep within the hall.
The towering, heavy stone giant made a heavy thud with every step it took, and Cyrien could even see fine sand, weathered from its body, falling off.
...I always felt that this living stone giant would fall apart if it took a few more steps.
He muttered something to himself, then casually asked:
How long can a stone giant exist after it has turned into a zombie?
The ordinary zombie walking beside him, holding a scroll in his hand, paused for a moment before answering:
"If it's well-maintained, it should last 1 to 3 years."
"If it lacks maintenance and is frequently damaged, it will be completely destroyed in about one day to one month."
"This is related to the intensity of the battle. After all, they are already corpses. Although they can still move normally under the manipulation of the power of the Death Domain, they no longer have the normal body's ability to recover."
During the conversation, a person, a painting, and two living corpses arrived at the narrow passage leading from the hall to the main burial chamber.
Before the passage, the living stone giant suddenly stopped.
The man standing next to Cyril suddenly said seriously:
"Master, I sensed a very strong danger in this passage."
"I felt it too." Cyril nodded and stepped past the stone giant to the front of the passage.
The narrow passage was only about two meters wide, but nearly a hundred meters long. It took two "Illumination" spells from Cyril to fully illuminate it.
The ground was paved with dark blue stone slabs. Near the entrance, the slabs were covered with a layer of decaying dust, on which lay quietly clusters of extraordinary and magical objects, radiating spiritual brilliance, like shop windows displaying merchandise.
On both sides of the passageway, there is a row of classic iron lamp stands, with one or two exquisite, realistic, yet distorted portrait frames hanging between each pair of lamp stands.
Cyril's gaze lingered briefly on the extraordinary properties and magical artifacts on the floor before he looked up at the portraits on either side.
These portraits are so realistic that it feels as if living, breathing people have been forcibly stuffed into the paintings, rather than simply depicted with brushstrokes.
After a moment of silence, he turned his head to look at the screaming scroll held in the hands of the zombie.
The distorted figure in the painting retreated in panic, saying:
"Master, my master, I will die too."
"Besides, I am just a painting, and I can't solve the strange power that turns people into paintings on my own."
Snapped!
Cyril didn't waste any words with it. He snapped his fingers, causing the scroll in the zombie's hand to float in front of him.
"Theoretically speaking, you could indeed be sucked into the painting, but since you are a creature within the painting, you won't die from it; at most, you'll be sealed away."
"Furthermore, you can manipulate zombies. Zombies don't have spirits, so they shouldn't be affected."
The distorted figure in the painting shook its head repeatedly: "The living corpses are controlled by my spirit and will still be affected. In time, they will become real beings."
"And I myself am just a painting, without hands or feet..."
After thinking for a moment, Sirion said, "I can help you step out of the painting."
After a moment of hesitation, the distorted figure in the painting looked at Cyril and said cautiously:
"Then, great and merciful master, may I make a request?"
"What are your requirements?" Sirion raised an eyebrow.
The figure in the painting immediately said, "I want a name."
"I feel I need a name that belongs to me, just like everyone has their own name, and even magical items and sealed artifacts have their own codes and names."
Cyril looked somewhat puzzled, but nodded without hesitation:
"Sure, would you like to choose the name yourself or have me choose it for you?"
The figure in the painting was so excited that it almost twisted itself into a vertical wave:
"Great master, if you would be so kind as to bestow a name upon me personally~"
"I will forever remember this moment, and this honor!"
After a moment's thought, Sirion said, "Let's call him... Steve."
The extraordinary characteristics incorporated into this painting come from the "vengeful spirit" Steve of the Rose School, so it makes perfect sense that the portrait that comes to life on the painting is named Steve, and it's definitely not because I'm bad at naming things.
As he drifted into thought, the distorted figures in the painting cheered:
"Great master, your loyal servant Steve will offer you the highest respect."
"I will follow you forever, until the world collapses and the painting is destroyed."
Having grown accustomed to such flattery, Cyril paid no attention and even seemed to enjoy it.
After Steve finished expressing his loyalty, he then said:
"I will take you to the end of the passage and use illusion to allow you to temporarily step out of the painting. You will then turn the portrait of the man with the monocle upside down."
Steve in the painting assured him, "No problem."
Cyril nodded, turned and looked into the depths of the passage, his eyes reflecting a phantom book that was slowly turning its pages.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
After a brief chant, brilliant starlight illuminated his surroundings and outlined an illusory door in front of him.
At the same time, at the end of the passage ahead, an identical illusory door appeared.
Unlike teleportation, short-distance point-to-point teleportation requires opening two connected teleportation portals simultaneously, rather than simply teleporting directly there.
Sensing that his spiritual energy was draining away at an abnormally rapid pace, Sirion did not hesitate and threw the scroll in his hand directly into the "back".
On the other side of the passage, in the illusory gate formed by starlight, the scroll that Cyril had thrown out flew out from behind the "gate".
Before the scroll even landed, Steve, clutching his head and screaming, floated out of it.
Its body is translucent, appearing weightless and cold, just like a real, vengeful ghost.
As soon as it appeared, its body drifted uncontrollably toward the picture frame in front of it. Its already distorted body was pulled into a thin "noodle" by the suction of the picture frame and its own pull.
Despite its all-out resistance, its body continued to get closer and closer to the picture frame.
Before its imagined body was completely sucked into the picture frame, it reached out and pressed down on the edge of the frame, then slammed it to the ground with a sudden force.