The next moment, he glanced around as the zombies left the hall, where most of them had already died.
(Guess I'll leave some rice crumbs for them.)
He nodded and summoned the system, noticing [Soul Storage].
[Bronze rank 78 / Silver rank 1 / Gold rank 0/ Platinum rank 0/]
(Let's begin…)
[Bronze Souls conversion success rate: 100%.]
[Silver Soul conversion success rate: 50%.]
[Do you wish to convert these souls into a summon?]
Clark narrowed his eyes.
(As I expected… So if a Silver Soul fails to convert, does it just vanish?)
[Do you want to sacrifice 50 Bronze Souls to ensure the conversion success rate reaches 100%?]
At that moment, his expression tightened deeply.
(I can increase the success rate?)
He nodded.
"Do it!… Anyway, there are still a lot of stages ahead. There are too many zombies for me—I can get more anytime."
Ting!
A muscular zombie appeared in front of him. Its body was carved with firm, defined lines that would make anyone feel fear.
Its contemptuous eyes looked down at Clark.
From what he could see, he was certain the summon showed no loyalty to its master.
He disliked that summon for sure.
He summoned its status.
—
[Name:] Unnamed
[Rank soul:] Silver rank
[Level:] 5 [0%]
[Loyalty:] 0%
[ATK: 40]
[DEF: 30]
[HP: 400]
[CRIT DAMAGE: 20]
Profession: Fighter(E)
Skills: Energy slashes(E)[ATK+160%], Destructive punches(E)[ATK+70%]
—
He grumbled.
(What the hell? Loyalty 0%… What can I even do with a disobedient summon?)
Ting!
[You can sacrifice this summon to upgrade your current summons.]
Clark smirked.
(Good. I don't need a summon that could betray me anytime.)
"Sacrifice him!"
For the first time, the muscular zombie showed clear signs of horror when it heard those words. Its body slowly dissipated into the void.
It gritted its teeth, its expression twisting. It instantly threw a punch at Clark, yet Aharik slashed that arm in half.
The second summon died.
Ting!
[Aharik's soul has upgraded a Silver Soul]
—
[Name:] Aharik
[Rank soul:] Bronze rank
[Level: 5] [10%]
[ATK: 40]
[DEF: 30]
[HP: 320]
[CRIT DAMAGE: 28]
[Loyalty:] 100%
[Skills:] Basic Slash (F →E)( ATK+32%→70%), Energy slashes(E)[ATK+160%], Destructive punches(E)[ATK+70%]
—
Clark smirked.
At that moment, he understood his system very well. He could sacrifice any summon he didn't like to upgrade his loyal summon. After being upgraded, all its stats would improve significantly.
"Good! Now let's see the rest of the souls I have."
[Soul Storage:] Bronze rank 28 / Silver rank 0 / Gold rank 0 / Platinum rank 0
He commanded the system inwardly to convert the remaining souls into summons. Only 28 zombies appeared in front of him, forming a small troop.
He nodded and summoned their status.
—
[Name:] Unnamed
[Level: 1] [10%]
Rank soul: Bronze rank
[ATK: 9][DEF: 5][HP: 70][CRIT DAMAGE: 5]
Profession:[None]
Skills: Brutal Bite (F)[ATK+20%]
—
Then he checked their loyalty. Some zombies had low loyalty, so he decided to sacrifice them, but it was no use. Which meant he could only sacrifice higher-rank souls to upgrade weaker ones.
Clark clicked his tongue.
"Aharik, handle those zombies with low loyalty. I don't need them."
Aharik bowed his head. The next moment, his eyes gleamed sharply as he drew his sword.
He glared at the low-loyalty zombies, who were blocked by the others, and slowly approached them.
Before long, deafening screams rang through the hall as Aharik executed the useless zombies.
[Summons:] 20
Clark rubbed his chin as he glanced at the zombie that had been killed. From what he could tell, they couldn't revive.
(It seems each of them is an independent individual…)
Meanwhile, as Clark was lost in his thoughts, a jailer approached him.
He spat.
"Hey! Brat… we need to talk."
He reached out toward Clark's shoulder, but less than half a second later, the jailer's hand was cut off.
The jailer screamed in agony, staring at his severed hand. He shot a hateful glare at Clark, yet the one he should've been paying attention to was Aharik.
Aharik grabbed the jailer by the throat and lifted him up, as if he were nothing more than a powerless insect.
"How dare you put that dirty hand on my King!"
He added more strength for his grab, making the jailer's eyes roll back.
''In the name of the King of Lancelot's right-hand man! I'll execute you for an unforgettable sin.''
With a quick and devious move, the Jailer's severed head fell to the ground.
[You gained 3 EXP.]
[A player has been killed by a player. Therefore, the time will decrease by 10 minutes.]
Clark rubbed his chin as he glanced at the runes. Indeed, killing players would be a good method at this moment.
For a brief moment, he thought about killing all of them and then turning them into summons for himself. It was a good choice—but he wouldn't do that.
It would be a slaughter. His summons would also die in the process, and he could still threaten them without going that far.
"You guys, give me half of the items you picked up from zombies. Otherwise, I'll kill all of you."
"You bastard! Are you trying to steal my items?!" a prisoner shouted in fury.
But just a few minutes later, the handsome jailer slowly approached Clark and placed half of his items on the ground.
"Here. I just want peace."
Clark grinned.
"You're smart."
Just like that, under the threat of Clark's troop, the players handed over half of the items they had taken from zombies.
His eyes lit up when he saw healing potions and materials
—
Name: Healing Potion
Rank: F
Description: A potion that can heal wounds on the surface of your skin. For deep wounds, its effect is greatly reduced.
—
(There are 10 healing potions. I'll use them properly.)
He chuckled as he put them into his [Inventory]. Now, he would continue what he had left unfinished before.
—
Memoir Recipe
Requirements:
Metal scraps: 30/30
Herbs: 30/30
500 gold coins
—
"Do it."
[Congratulations! You have successfully crafted a Memoir]