Free Web NovelChapter 36: Legendary Class: Slaughter Monarch
A notification immediately appeared before him.
[Choose a command to call the Dreadborn.]
[This choice will be considered permanent, so choose carefully.]
Nova pondered for a moment, carefully considering the right command word—one that felt fitting and avoided any unnecessary issues. Soon, a good one came to him.
"Since the trait itself represents the Slaughter Monarch’s call for the dead, it should be ’Requiem.’"
Ding!
["REQUIEM" has been successfully registered as the permanent command call for the Dreadborn.]
[You may now use your trait.]
Nova took a long, steadying breath and calmed his mind. For some reason, he felt he needed to be in a perfectly stable state for the trait to work without any complications.
"Hear my call, O dead souls. Rise from your eternal slumber and serve your Monarch." Nova declared, extending his hand forward as he uttered the command.
<REQUIEM>
"Blehhh!!... that sounded hella cringe," Nova muttered, his body shuddering in embarrassment.
{You know you didn’t have to say that whole sentence. Only "Requiem" would have worked.}
"Well... I know, but I kinda wanted to say it," Nova replied with an embarrassed chuckle. Liya simply rolled her eyes in response.
Breaking his thoughts, the massive corpse of the Moonclaw Tyrant began to tremble violently. A black, liquid-like substance mixed with swirling smoke emerged from its body, rapidly spreading and enveloping the entire form within seconds.
[<REQUIEM> is in process...] freewёbnoνel.com
Ding!
[ <REQUIEM> Successful!]
As the notification faded, the two cleaved halves of the Moonclaw Tyrant seamlessly joined together. Within moments, it rose and towered over Nova once more, as if brought back to life—yet the differences were profound and unmistakable.
Its entire body was now cloaked in a sleek black layer adorned with glowing purple stripes that shimmered with an eerie light. The form was both physical and shadowy, radiating an aura of overwhelming power.
Its eyes burned with intense purple radiance, making it appear far stronger and more savage than the Wolfang he had faced in the dungeon.
Nova could feel his Chaos Resistance trembling under the pressure as chaotic energy continuously leaked from the giant Dreadborn’s body.
In the next moment, the Dreadborn knelt down reverently, lowering its massive head to rest before Nova’s feet in a gesture of absolute submission to its master.
Nova stood speechless, too amazed to utter a single word. He activated his Appraisal Eyes to their fullest, eager to examine the changes in the Moonclaw Tyrant’s status after becoming his Dreadborn.
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[Deadborn: Moonclaw Tyrant]
Rank: A
Level: 110
Strength: 150
Agility: 142
Stamina: ∞
Intelligence: 130
[A Deadborn forged from the corpse of the Moonclaw Tyrant, a colossal wolf-type beast that once carried traces of Fenrir’s bloodline. It no longer feels pain, fear, or exhaustion, granting it limitless endurance in battle.
Its claws retain the power to tear through steel and stone, while the remnants of its ancient bloodline have evolved into a chilling aura of death that unsettles nearby enemies. Bound by the Monarch’s will, it fights with absolute loyalty and can continue battling despite injuries that would have slain it in life.]
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"Damn! It still carries all the traits it had before dying, except now they’re enhanced. With endless stamina, no pain, fear, or exhaustion... doesn’t that mean it can’t be killed?" Nova muttered in awe as he gazed at the Dreadborn’s stats.
{Don’t you know about necromancers from the webnovels you always talk about? Though you can’t truly kill an undead since it’s already dead, there is still a way to destroy it—and that is to kill the master who controls it.}
{Same in your case here. Though it possesses no pain receptors, no fear, and endless stamina, if you get killed, none of that will matter.}
"Hmm... you’re right. I guess I have to become strong enough so I won’t have to rely on them entirely. They can serve as powerful support," Nova said, fully grasping the role his Dreadborns would play in his journey.
He couldn’t depend on them for everything, but they would prove invaluable in many ways—diverting enemies’ attention, acting as bodyguards for his loved ones, and turning the tide of battles.
{Now you should command it to consume all the rest of the corpses. It will help it level up.}
Liya suggested, sticking to their original plan.
Nova nodded and addressed the Dreadborn. "Consume all the corpses of the Wolfangs, Moonclaw."
He had chosen to call it Moonclaw because he wanted to treat his Dreadborns as companions rather than mere servants, even though their purpose was to serve him.
Moonclaw obeyed without hesitation. Swirling black and purple energy erupted from its maw, spreading across the room and enveloping every corpse scattered throughout the room. Since this was the system training space, the vast area posed no limitation.
In the next moment, the consumption began. All the Wolfang corpses started vanishing rapidly, dissolving into nothingness. Within seconds, not a single body remained.
"Damn... it consumed all of them," Nova murmured, sensing the surge in its power. He immediately activated his Appraisal Eyes to their fullest once again, eager to check its updated stats.
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[Deadborn: Moonclaw Tyrant]
Rank: A
Level: 150
Strength: 210
Agility: 215
Stamina: ∞
Intelligence: 170
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"Holy shit!" Nova exclaimed. "It leveled up that much? Look at those stats—all of them are above 200 except Intelligence, which makes sense I guess, since it wasn’t that intelligent to begin with." freewebnovel.cσ๓
"But still... how did it level up so much? It felt weirdly similar to me. Wasn’t I supposed to gain the experience along with it?" Nova asked, clearly puzzled.
{You know it’s your Dreadborn, and you are the Slaughter Monarch. Your innate skill may have influenced its rapid growth. You didn’t share the experience because Moonclaw didn’t kill them—the original Wolfangs were all slain by you, so you had already received the growth from those kills.}
{I hope you understand now.}
"I do..." Nova murmured. "Hmm, so for the Dreadborn to share experience, they need to kill the enemies themselves, and they can still benefit from my innate skill... That’s crazy. Hehehe." Nova laughed wryly, realizing he was getting double benefits.
"Okay, now that I’m done here... I’ll head out and see what the situation is like in the city. It’s still too early to meet Rieka—she won’t be at the city square until evening," Nova said as he stretched his body. He then turned toward Liya.
"Do I have to walk around with this big-ass beast? Won’t it cause problems?"
Liya smiled at his question and replied.
{Who told you it has to walk around with you? Just command it to disappear. It will vanish and you can call it out whenever you need its assistance.}
"Hmm... is that so? Okay, I’ll do that." Nova turned toward the giant wolf and commanded, "Moonclaw, disappear now and come out when I call you."
Moonclaw obeyed instantly. In the next second, it transformed into a shadowy form and merged into Nova’s body.
"Now it’s good... I’ll get going," Nova said to Liya, giving her a warm smile. She returned it as he vanished from the training space and reappeared back in the inn room.
"Only a few minutes have passed..." Nova muttered. "I must have stayed for few hours in there. I should head out now."
With that, he left the room and appeared on the roof of the three-story inn. From this height, he had a wide, sweeping view of the surroundings, further enhanced by his heightened vision.
"I should go to the guild... originally, all the members were told to gather there," Nova murmured.
His figure blurred as he vanished from the rooftop. He leaped from roof to roof with incredible speed, each bound covering massive distances, making it look as though he were flying through the air.
He raced toward the center of the city where the Frosthall Hunters Guild stood. Upon reaching it, he saw all the adventurers assembled in the plaza in front of the guild building, neatly arranged according to their ranks.
Nova appeared seamlessly among the Copper-rank adventurers without anyone noticing. He glanced around and could clearly see the heavy anxiety etched on their faces.
Many of the Copper-ranks were youngsters around his age who had joined recently, having only just awakened—like him.
Nova listened as the conversations around him drifted through the anxious crowd.
"Fuck... what the hell is happening all of a sudden? I was supposed to have a date with my girlfriend today," one guy grumbled, his face twisted in an ugly scowl.
"You bastard, and you still call yourself an adventurer?" another replied in clear annoyance, though his own body was visibly shaking with fear.
"Hmph! Talk big when you aren’t shaking like a pussy," the first guy shot back.
"I’m not shaking... I’m just... nervous," the second muttered defensively.
"You guys... should realize we could actually die here," a third chimed in. "We don’t even know how powerful those beasts are, and they’ll be attacking from everywhere."
"You fucker, don’t jinx it!" the first guy snapped. "Who said we’re going to die? We have powerful people like the Duke and our guild leader with us." His voice carried clear reverence.
Nova absorbed their words quietly. He understood now just how powerful this Duke must be—he had been hearing about him ever since he transmigrated into this world. As for the guild leader, he didn’t know much. He had never even seen the man.
Nova’s thoughts were interrupted as his gaze landed on a familiar figure standing among the younger adventurers. The person wore a form-fitting adventurer outfit that accentuated her silhouette and stood quietly within the group of youngsters.
A black mask and hood concealed her head, clearly an attempt to hide her identity from everyone around her. Yet Nova recognized her in a single glance. He muttered under his breath,
"What the hell is she doing here?"
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