SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

Vaizer felt his head spin.

He wanted to throw up—not just blood, but the undigested food in his bowels.

However, as if sensing this, Jared tightly locked his jaws with his strong grip. He gave another punch to the beastfolk's stomach, causing another throe of pain.

"When I ask a question, you answer."

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!<

"It's not up for negotiation."

Vaizer gave up on resisting the human's attacks at this point. He was simply no match.

'I was wrong... I was wrong...'

The person in front of him was in a completely different realm compared to anything he imagined.

Still...

"I... I won't ever betray the Cult." Vaizer coughed.

No matter what pain he went through... he didn't care. The Nether Cult was his new family. The leader gave him a new purpose, and even granted him power beyond his limits.

'H-he also cured my Mana Overload problem by replacing my normal Core with an Artificial Special Grade one.'

While Vaizer knew he wasn't the best when it came to moral ethics, there was no way he could budge on this matter.

He was loyal to the Cult. That would never change... EVER!

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM<

"KEUK!" Vaizer was forced to swallow the vomit he tried to release. Jared's grip remained ever so strong.

"Let's try again... talk."

More blows followed, and then more resistance—a never ending dance of madness.

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"It seems physical pain won't get us anywhere..." Jared murmured, staring squarely at the battered Beastfolk.

At this point, Vaizer had already returned to his normal state, no longer having any strength left to maintain his transformation.

His face was swollen, and his body was filled with several bruises—all from Jared's punch.

"I-I'll never talk..." Vaizer managed to say amid his groans.

"It's at this point I wish Ciara was here. She would have made you talk with her Magic. But she's busy right now..."

Jared took one or two steps back while sighing.

"You... no matter what you use. I won't crack. Everyone in the Cult knows that too... so there's no use." Vaizer grinned, though it was painful.

He wondered what his torturer would do next. However, Jared simply smiled in response—shocking him.

"I wonder why the Cult placed a self-destruct sequence on your Artificial Mana Core, then. Shows how much they trust you."

"Say what you will. Even if I am disposed off, I would harbor no ill will towards them..."

Vaizer's response seemed to surprise Jared. It felt completely bonkers, but the man wasn't afraid to die while protecting the Nether Cult.

"I'm sure they must be proud of you for saying that, considering they've begin the sequence. In a minute, your Mana Core will explode and you'll die."

"W-what?!"

"You're only a lower seat, so it makes sense. Your disposable. Besides, you have no problem sacrificing yourself for the cause, right?"

Jared's some grew wider as he stared down at the slightly flustered beastfolk. Despite all his grandiose statements, even he didn't want to die.

"Y-you're lying—" Vaizer felt his heart race and his insides tighten up.

Something wasn't right within him. He could sense it already, despite how subtle. The Mana Core within him was growing unstable.

Jared was right.

He really was being executed.

'B-but... I wasn't going to talk...'

"Now I know you don't care about anything else, but you must value your life. Maybe you don't, but definitely care about what you want to achieve."

Vaizer gave a glare of surprise at Jared. What did he know? A brat like him couldn't possibly understand.

"You want to fight against Gerard and win, don't you? You want to be recognized by your people. Both of these were stolen from.yiu by the cult.

"N-no, you're wrong! The First Seat must have acted on his whim! He always does personal stuff like that!" Vaizer sharply responded.

There was no way the Cult Leader would have known about his genocidal intentions on the Beastfolk and he wouldn't stop him.

"Really now? In an organization like yours, the leader wouldn't know where the First Seat went to?"

Vaizer's eyes bulged.

The Cult Leader must have known! The First Seat asked for permission, and he granted it. The Cult Leader knew everything. That was show he had been able to guide them so far. He left them with absolute precision.

'There is no way he wouldn't have known...' Vaizer felt his insides tighten up even more.

"Ah, thirty seconds more. Guess I better make my pitch, then." Jared smiled, squatting so he could be on the same level as the fallen Beastfolk.

"I can help resurrect Gerard and the other Beastfolk. You are aware of what I can do, can't you? At least to an extent."

How could he forget? This was the same Jared who was giving the Cult such a difficult time. He resurrected the Elves and even saved the fallen soldiers who met their end in their final battle against the Demons.

The boy had been resurrecting people since he was still a kid in the Academy. This was THAT Jared.

"I... I don't need your charity. The Nether Cult can do that just fine." Vaizer growled.

His glare remained and his position remained unchanged. Once he explained to the cult, surely...

"Ah, my bad. I wonder if they'll do that once you're dead. Or even if you do survive... I wonder if the Beastfolk have enough value for that."

This was the statement that broke Vaizer.

Slowly, he remembered the Cult members that died before him. Had any of them been revived?

No.

The Cult Leader indeed didn't care about those who didn't have value.

'T-the fact that... I'm about to die is proof of that, right?'

The reality was that Vaizer lied.

More than anything, he wanted to live. He desired strength so he could rise to the top and rule his people once more.

'To be unbound by my limited ability and short lifespan... that was why I joined the Cult...'

And now... he was going to meet his end like this?

'KEUK!!!' He felt his Mana Core on the verge of collapse.

'I-is this really how I'll die?!'