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Silver instruments moved and whirled, controlled in their chaos, seemingly telling the headmaster things without saying a word. That’s what he preferred people to believe, but it was a front to hide the state-of-the-art magic surveillance that even the state couldn’t access. What pureblood lord could allow the state to always know their location and keep an eye on them? The people believed Dumbledore used paintings to keep an eye on Hogwarts. Beyond the silver instruments, there was an old model pensive along with shelves of research notes Dumbledore painstakingly took in his research. It took two wars and the death of two valuable friends for him to learn the game.

Even if double agents like Severus were unreliable, he was like the old pensive, an important stepping stone to his goal. Eyes on the ground were needed to paint a proper picture of any situation. But a spy with biases stuck behind enemy lines could only give imperfect information. So, while Severus was important, Dumbledore would forever claim him to be a necessary evil. Severus Snape was a brilliant potion master, a skilled spy, and a useful pawn. While the dark lord believed Severus was his only source of information, Dumbledore’s true method of surveillance could remain hidden.

Dumbledore stepped beyond an illusionary wall and into the pensive of his own making.

Through a real-time, pensive connected to the memories of muggles strategically placed near Private Drive, Dumbledore watched Harry Potter, age 11, push on the locked door of the only home the poor obliviated boy had ever known. At age 11, the boy would have received a letter if the circumstances were different. But instead, the boy who sacrificed was no more than a muggle, even less than a squib, reduced to a less valuable pawn. Still, even Harry had his uses.

Since his sacrifice, he had been dead to the wizarding world and left to suffer under his relatives. The poor boy had suffered enough, and his pain would finally end. He was left alive in Number 4 private drive to ensure the blood wards modified by Dumbledore would drain the boy’s magic dry. Rose needed every advantage to adapt to the rituals he helped her through. It was all to build up his pieces for the continuation of the game.

Dumbledore’s fleek pink-tipped eyebrows rose when a section of the pensive went blank. The connection was still there, but the muggle was knocked out. When the world’s most powerful wizard noticed that, he immediately checked which muggle it had been only to relax. No one had discovered his real-time pensive or less-than-legal use of muggles as surveillance cameras. Unfortunately, the muggle world had such interesting technologies that he couldn’t help but co-op them. His northeastern camera was a meth addict that had finally reached his limit.

He had restrained himself from doing the same to Harry out of respect for the boy’s sacrifice to the greater good. If Dumbledore could have used his magical reserves to bolster Rose, he would have. Still, she needed magic closer to her own untrained and weakened to help her own mana pool metabolize Harry’s reserves.

After making a mental note to find a replacement, he waved his wand to have the homeless adults near Private Drive follow the boy. He felt like a fisherman casting out his bait to lure in the darkest of sea monsters. Poor Harry, but he would have wanted to be useful instead of wasting his life oblivious to the magical world. Dumbledore pledged to write a paragraph about the boy in Rose’s biography for why she was such a powerful young witch. But, of course, he would never allude to the true nature of her power. The prophecy chose her, or that’s what Voldemort believed, and Lily’s sacrifice confirmed it.

Whether the prophecy was real or not didn’t matter. Voldemort believed in it, and so Dumbledore moved his pieces accordingly. One pawn was sacrificed so the other could make it to the other side of the board to become a queen. So, Dumbledore observed as Harry made his way to the local park.

The full moon illuminated the park despite the glitching streetlamps as if to show Dumbledore what was inevitable. Another of his cameras went out after passing out in a ditch while his others moved in. Harry swung alone as the wind blew, clouds rippled, and something approached. Dumbledore could taste destiny in the air as if something was always going to bite.

One by one, his cameras went out as they approached the boy. Then, finally, in the eyes of the last of his cameras, he saw a figure bathed in shadow walk through the moonlight. Clear blue eyes stared into Dumbledore’s very soul, brighter than human eyes ought to be. At first, the old wizard thought he was dealing with a ritually reconstructed wizard like Rose. But there were only three people alive capable of creating her. One was in Nurmengard, while the other had no interest in the world. The entity sat down beside Harry, and the boy didn’t notice.

Then the entity spoke, and the last homeless man camera went black.

Dumbledore replayed the image repeatedly to get a good look at the image from the pensive. Most of the world had gone dark, but enough was left to piece together his opponent. The figure was obviously ritually and alchemically remade. A wizard of considerable power crafted from a ministry’s resources. Anyone he sent would be killed, and losing pieces on the board before their time would put him in a bad position. He was certain the individual couldn’t belong to Voldemort. At the height of Tom’s power, he couldn’t amass the resources needed to start such a project. Even Dumbledore struggled to come up with the rituals and alchemic formulas needed to construct the perfect weapon. Voldemort wouldn’t allow anyone to be more powerful than himself. So, Dumbledore could only assume a third party had emerged and sent in a valuable piece to probe Dumbledore’s defenses. Even a hundred wizards wouldn’t be able to take down Rose when she was fully trained. The figure he saw seemed quite old.

He needed more information, and that meant more muggles. So, he put on his traveling cloak and made his way to Fawkes. The bird gave him an annoyed look. “To the nearest soup kitchen, we have no time to lose,” Dumbledore said, and the phoenix complied.

…

Harry wanted to cry, but tears never came. Since before he could remember, he never cried because tears caused Aunt Petunia to pinch him. All Harry could do was equate tears to more pain, and that’s why even when he wanted to cry, Harry couldn’t. His past was dark, and his future was bleak; with no hope in front of him or behind him, how could he move forward? He had never been hugged or acknowledged by an adult, and the people who were supposed to take care of Harry locked him outside. Harry should be angry, but no anger came; all he could do was shiver.

The smooth metal chains of his swing stung his hands as he kicked off and let the cold wind bite at his face. At least he could swing, and the moon was pretty. It was bigger than he had ever seen before, almost like it was about to collide with the planet. Harry wouldn’t mind if that happened. Who knows what might have happened if he still had an ounce of magic in his body?

Harry was alone, bereft of magic taken through wards meant to protect him through his mother’s sacrifice. Instead, they were perverted and used to steal the very magic from Harry’s blood. No matter who’s will empowered them, they couldn’t change what Dumbledore had done, leaving Harry little more than a muggle.

“Why are you all alone?” A voice asked, and Harry froze. He looked to the seat next to him and let go of the chains. He fell from the seat down to the pea gravel on the ground.

Before he could touch the ground, a force caught him, and the glasses falling off his head. “Be more careful; you could hurt yourself like that. Kids and their addiction to jumping.” The figure muttered. “Is that why you’re outside to break your last record?” The being of shadow asked.

Harry stared bravely into the creature’s beyond deep blue eyes to the pit of the creature’s pupils. “Sir, are you death?” Harry asked.

“Sir! Wow, you have some good manners, kiddo. But I’m hardly that old; why don’t you call me Zoran? But really, what are you doing outside? It's late and a school night. You should be in bed sleeping.”

“Why are you here, sir?”

“Ah, I hit a touchy question. Well, it’s a bit early to give my pitch, but why not? I sensed a kindred spirit, so I walked out here and found you. But I’m not sure if you’ll make a good apprentice. It's hard work, and you’ll have to learn quickly if you want to survive.”

“What will you teach me?” Harry asked.

Harry tasted blood from when he bit his cheek when he jumped, so it couldn’t be a dream. However, the shadow man standing before him was real, so what would he teach Harry?

“Every skill I currently know, how to collect your own, and what I know about cultivation. I know it's not much, but it's all I have. Matt is good at teaching economics. Duke can pick up any girl he wants, and Jester only teaches crazy people to be crazier.” The man waved his hand, and blue symbols flashed before a blue screen appeared in front of Harry. “Do you want to be my apprentice?”

What would his aunt and uncle think if he was suddenly the apprentice of the shadow man? He was kicked out; they weren’t an issue anymore. Then, in his darkest moment, a light appeared, and its radiance was blinding.

Do you want to become Zoran’s Apprentice?
Yes/No

Harry stared at the screen, unsure how to proceed. “Is there a remote I can use?” Harry asked.

“Touch your choice.” Harry tapped his answer.

Welcome to the master and apprentice game. You are now the apprentice of Zoran; learn diligently, and one day you will be a master ready to share your skills with an apprentice.

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Harry’s eyes widened as his world exploded, and strength filled his limbs, coupled with pain. He felt like a white-hot steel pellet over an anvil under automatic hammers.

The shadow reached out with his hand, and suddenly the pain soothed. The world around them shifted as screen after screen appeared before him.

“As my apprentice, you are now my responsibility.”

“Do you have parents? I know it’s a little late to ask, but I wouldn’t want to take you from them.”

“No, they died in a car accident. That’s how I got my scar.” Harry said.

“And I keep putting my foot in my mouth. So who are you staying with?” Master asked.

Harry thought it was weird he referred to the man so readily as master. But he wouldn’t call the shadow man by his first name, and his master didn’t give a last name.

“Who is responsible for you?”

“My aunt and uncle take care of me. They make me do chores and make breakfast, but they are all I have. On my birthday, my uncle laughed at me and said I wasn’t a freak and not even they wanted me.” Harry said.

“When was your birthday, little man,” Master asked.

“It was this morning.”

“Well, I guess I’m still choking on my foot. It’s a little late, but I think we can find you a cake, do you like ice cream?” Master asked before another blue screen appeared.

Rolling for a new world upon gaining a new master. 1D20
Options
1. Tokyo Ghoul
2. Dragon Ball
3. Full Metal Alchemist
4. One Piece
5. Alien
6. Fairy Tale
7. Marvel Cinematic Universe
8. Spawn
9. Bleach
10. Naruto
11. Castlevania
12. Hellsing
13. Highschool DXD
14. Yu Yu Hakusho
15. Game Of Thrones
16. My Hero Academia
17. Justice League Unlimited
18. Code Geass
19. JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure
20. One Punch Man

Harry had no idea what those were, but his master happily watched over Harry’s shoulder. “I hope we get a good one. Though by the selection, it's all good. I should send a message to Jester and rub it in that my apprentice doesn’t have a dud world on his list.” Suddenly the shadow man appeared much less scary to Harry.
“Happy birthday, apprentice; let's get you a cake, and then I’ll explain multiversal travel. It will be great.” Master said, and Harry didn’t have any other options.

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Under the full moon in the park just outside Private Drive, Harry watched a 20-sided die made of blue sparks shift its many faces before falling on 1. He didn’t understand the meaning of Tokyo Ghoul any more than bleach or dragon ball. But he could feel his new master’s attention as the shadow man stared at the name Tokyo Ghoul and hummed to himself.

“That is fortunate,” Master said.

“What’s fortunate, Sir?” Harry asked in a quiet, submissive voice. He had already signed himself over to the shadow man. He had few reasons to believe his master had a better temperament than Uncle Vernon. But if eyes could smile, then the shadow man’s too blue eyes formed azure crescent moons.

“That is the world you need the most. Your luck is much better than my friend’s apprentices. I can’t wait to tell them they’ll be so jealous.” Master said, and Harry sighed in relief.

Harry felt a hand cold as death gripped his shoulder. He saw every joint in the shadow man’s long claw-like fingers. “My apprentice, this might be a bit forward, but we should get you someplace safe. I have decided to take full responsibility for your lodging, so come with me.” The man said.

The shadow man led him to a clearing covered in swirling blue script, much like what made up the Master and Apprentice System. Harry kept his mouth shut; growing up under the Dursleys had taught him the value of silence.

“Hold out your left hand and let your script connect to the beacon,” Master said, and Harry complied.

After holding his left hand up for a moment, blue script appeared before a screen popped up. A single location materialized along with a representation of the earth. There were multiple locations worldwide, but only one was open to him.

“Will is important; it guides the system, allows you to use skills, and helps defend your mind from mental attacks. This is your first test apprentice will yourself to the selected location.” Master said.

Harry turned back to the familiar trees as faint memories of being chased dredged up from the black fog of his past. Events happened, and all he could feel were echoes of his fear and the want to get away. There was an image of a man, a green light, a woman’s scream, and then an ocean of darkness followed by tiny shades of grey. Even the image of a red-haired girl with his face wasn’t enough to hold him. As if a key had been turned, he felt something bubbling in his gut reach out. He directed it to the script and felt something pull him.

…

What was he looking at? He thrust his wand to direct his cameras to get closer even as the magic scanners in their hands recorded Harry’s outburst. A well dug dry had been drilled further into an underground river. That wasn’t impossible, but the sophisticated way the magic had been shaped was impossible for an untrained wizard or even a Hogwarts graduate. It wasn’t the magic power that was impressive but what was done with it. The power had been folded into a shape and used to open something, but that something was undetectable.

He wouldn’t dare go there himself and risk an ambush that was the thinking of amateurs, but there were no pieces with the intelligence to do what Dumbledore needed. No bishops were ready, but that didn’t mean an opportunity wouldn’t arrive again. Pawns could be transformed, and he had two methods to use the pawns that gathered around his queen.

Dumbledore left his live pensive and bottled up the real-time memories to view at his leisure. Once he was certain his invisible wall was secure, he approached a suit of armor that leaped from his path. A red door materialized with a golden griffon on it.

“What business do you have with the forbidden vault?” The golden griffon asked.

“I want only what I left in your care. Give me the syringe and the black scroll.”

Dumbledore heard a pop before he saw Whippy, the elf in charge of his dear turncoat. It was Saturday Dumbledore had forgotten that today Severus practiced his less-than-healthy habits. If Severus wasn’t such a useful tool, he might ignore the elf and let nature take its course. But he couldn’t; for the greater good, Dumbledore needed the man alive, so he would clean up the lost man.

“Take me to him,” Dumbledore said as the griffon regurgitated the scroll and syringe. Dumbledore let the elf grasp his hand before taking him to Severus Snape’s secret dungeon. The smell of leather and old blood was a reminder of Severus’s less-than-ideal discretions. A moving portrait of Lily dressed in black leather that left nothing to the imagination winked at him before cracking her whip at James Potter in a very creative imitation of a horse suit. The squeals of pain almost sounded like neighing to the old man’s ears.

“He’s this way,” Whippy said as she led him to the normally grumpy potion’s master. The man’s neck was in a noose, and his hands were not in a subtle position. Tears trailed down the potion master’s eyes, and he wasn’t breathing.

“How long has he been like this?” Dumbledore said and vanished the rope. He flicked his wand, animating Severus’s lungs and moving his blood. Then with another flick, he sent a zap to the potion master’s heart.

“I came when he passed out,” Whippy said, and the next zap restarted Severus Snape’s heart. The potion master blinked before slowly coming to.

“Good morning Albus,” The headmaster felt his eyes twitch, and he had no sparkle to share with the man.

“Severus, I thought you promised to be careful. There would be no more choking and pleasuring yourself so you could live to care for Lily’s daughter. I even commissioned a creative artist for a painting you could enjoy. You’ve been clean for years, so why the Saturday before term.” Dumbledore said, careful to keep his tone measured.

“Harry Potter,” Severus said, and his eyes grew manic. “You took him from me, you know what he represents, and you took him away. Rose might be a Dominatrix in the future, but she could never replace Lily’s final act of cruelty upon me. He had her eyes and James’s face; you know what that meant to me.” Severus was practically foaming at the mouth with every word.

Dumbledore did what he always did in these situations. He shifted the blame to where it rightfully belonged, away from him. “I wanted to welcome him here and put him in your class. Believe me, dear boy, I wanted to, but someone took him from his relative’s home.”

“He was supposed to be happy and taken care of Albus. You said his muggle relatives would spoil him rotten with a lavish life I could only dream of having.” Severus said.

Truly Lily had destroyed Severus before Tom or himself could get their claws into the man.

Dumbledore let his tone become dower. “I’m afraid someone took him from his loving home before his letter could arrive.”

“They were none of my contacts among the death eaters I would have known. Lucius would have crowed like a cock if he had taken the boy. Who could take him from even you? Nicholas Flamel is the only one who could, but you confessed he has no interest in Britain. I wouldn't be opposed if he wanted to spoil Harry.” Severus’s face contorted into a lustful expression only the worst degenerates could make.

Truly, Lily was a monster like no other. Severus turned to the mantle where Lily’s portrait paid rapt attention to their conversation. James even said something through his ball gag. Severus lightly brushed a blood-stained leather whip resting on the mantle.

“I believe you wanted to give it to Rose as a Christmas gift.” Dumbledore planned to dispose of it properly before Rose learned of her mother’s dark secrets.

“I will find him, Dumbledore; I’ll use every resource I have to find Harry Potter and return him to Hogwarts, where he belongs.” But, of course, Dumbledore would prefer to spare the boy more suffering. Rose had enough magic to survive the rituals she needed to undergo, so if he found the boy, he’d send him to Salem in America, far away from Severus Snape and the craziness of Britain.

…

In a flash, they appeared in front of a massive three-story home surrounded by fruit-bearing trees. A stream flowed along the property lazily as large animals in the distance drank from it. The longer he stared at them, the closer they appeared until he saw them clearly. An elk with golden antlers standing 8 feet tall cleaned the blood from its maw. Next, he saw a bear cub eviscerated with its guts hanging out. A dark hand covered his eyes before removing Harry’s glasses. Harry was shocked when the world appeared clearer without them.

“Sometimes, I forget that blood bothers people. To me, it's another part of the scenery. You’ll have to get used to it, but for today we’ll go inside. I don’t want to scare you off before you see your new room.” Master said.

“Why did my eyes zoom in on that?” Harry asked.

His master’s massive blue eyes focused entirely on Harry. “Have you heard of body enhancement?”

Harry knew what both of those words meant, but when he put them together, he only got exorcised. But by the way, his master said the words body enhancement; it clearly meant something else.

“If you don’t know, it's ok to say it. I would be disappointed if you knew everything, and I had nothing to drone on about.” His master said, and his eyes appeared as horizontal crescent moons.

“I don’t know; I’m sorry, sir.”

“Say, my master, I like how it rolls off the tongue.”

“I’m sorry, my master,” Harry said.

The shadow man nodded and opened the door to his home without unlocking it. Harry thought it was weird that he didn’t bother locking it, but after looking around, he couldn’t see any neighbors. So he was alone with only his master.

“Body enhancement, or body cultivation as some call it, is a complicated subject. You gained 5 power skills from me, each correlating to the 5 elements. Wood, fire, water, earth, wood, and metal make up those elements, boosting your body’s natural abilities. The more you use them, the stronger they will become, empowering your body to ever greater heights.” Harry’s master said as he guided Harry inside.

Lights flashed on, guided by scripts, each with its own function. Harry could feel them from something in his gut, even as his master’s earlier words invoked something within him. The power skills with his will, he could turn them on or leave them off. It was like an instinct, easier than raising his hand.

Master led him down a hallway where the sign on a door formed Harry’s name. “This will be your room; it has a few textbooks, including a reference book to help you along. We’ll start your lessons early in the morning and train your power skills throughout the day. When you want to use the bathroom, flex your will, and the scripts will lead you to one. Study at your own pace, and tomorrow I’ll teach you how to get food. Tonight, dinner is my treat.” His master said and led him to a white tiled kitchen.

His master took a hunk of meat out of the fridge and tapped it once. The meat was cooked instantly, and steam snaked up through the air. “There are a few little tricks you get with your power skills, but for the most part, they are only body enhancement. We’ll train you for 6 weeks, then I’ll send you to the Tokyo Ghoul world for some hands-on experience. It’ll be great; from what I learned, the world won’t be too much for you.” Master said.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to think. After six weeks, he was going to be thrown away again. His master seemed so aloof and willing to act however he wanted. Harry had never met anyone more carefree he wasn’t like any adult Harry had ever met.

He ate his meal quickly, enjoying more meat than he had ever eaten. Whenever he wanted more, his master cut another piece like it was nothing. It was better than anything he’d eaten in his life, and he had risked getting beaten for bacon, but the meat his master gave him was better. Something about it melded with his body; it had exactly what he needed, and he couldn’t get enough.

“That’s enough,” Master said after Harry didn’t know how many pieces.

“Your gut will explode if you eat anymore, and you aren’t adaptable enough yet to compensate. So I hope you enjoyed it because it’s the last bit of food I’ll give you outside a special occasion. From now on, you will hunt for yourself.” Master said.

Harry’s eyes widened, remembering the blood outside. “I can’t. I don’t know how.”

His master’s eyes were filled with amusement. “I’ll teach you.” The shadow man said.

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Harry met his Master under the fruit trees where strange birds flitted about, never staying on one branch too long. The trees were weird, in Harry’s 11-year-old opinion. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about them wasn’t normal besides their purple leaves, free-flowing amethyst sap, or the strange bulges in the limbs. Touching one seemed like a bad idea, even if the plump fruits hanging low from their branches made his stomach rumble.

The pale moon was so bright it burned his eyes and hadn’t changed much since he arrived. He slept better than ever before, but it was still night.

“Good morning, Harry; how did you sleep?” His Master asked, seated on a swinging bench reading a newspaper in the moonlight. The apprentice hadn’t thought much about it the night before, but his Master looked like he belonged in this place.

“Good sir, my master, how did you sleep?” Harry asked and lowered his head, ready for punishment.

He felt a cold hand settle on his shoulder. “Look up, Harry.” He did so and stared into the too-deep blue eyes of the man made of darkness. “It was just a slip; everyone does it. Do you know where we are?”

“Your home master,” Harry said.

“Our home Harry but let me rephrase that. Where in the world are we, Harry?” Master asked.

Harry mulled over the question and remembered what he could about geography. They were at the very bottom of the southern hemisphere. He knew the continents enough to slowly go through them until he found the answer.

“We’re in Antarctica.” His Master nodded, and for once, Harry felt good about getting the correct answer. It was a feeling he had never experienced in class before.

“Do you know why it's still night?” Harry felt his stomach rumble and stared at one of the fruit dangling in jumping distance. “Oh, you’re hungry. I did promise to teach you how to hunt, but this is a good time to teach you about our home. So go ahead and grab it.”

His Master didn’t eye smile, and that clued Harry in; learning tells helped Harry escape more than one beating. Instead of jumping, Harry paid close attention to the tree. Under the moonlight, it appeared still, but Harry understood it could also be coiled like a spring. It was too dangerous and not worth the risk; there was a reason why the birds constantly jumped from branch to branch. Harry straightened up and gave his Master his full attention.

“Good, very good, you deserve a reward.” His Master snatched the fruit from the tree and leaned away from dozens of whipping branches. Seams appeared in the branches before they opened, revealing lines of backward curved thorns similar to snake fangs. Amethyst sap dribbled from them, and Harry realized that was where the sap he had seen came from. The world became stranger as Master tapped the tree, and it froze. Then Master tossed him the fruit.

“I thought you wouldn’t give me any more handouts,” Harry said.

“You did a good job, so pass a little test for me, and you can have it. When you encounter something new, observe it, preferably from a safe distance. Bravery is for dead fools and heroes; you will assess the situation and decide whether a risk is worth it.” His Master pointed to a sapling of the same plant with tiny fruit hanging from its branches. “Try to take its fruit without destroying that one or dropping it.”

Harry approached the sapling slowly, ready to move at any moment. With a thief’s touch, he reached out, always ready to dodge, and touched one of the fruits. The sapling didn’t move. When he grasped it firmly, the tree didn’t react, and he pulled.

Whips of branches lashed out at him even as he moved. He wasn’t fast enough and felt pain as they ripped through his oversized shirt and cut into his chest. Harry raised his arms to defend himself, and the branches rained down on him. The pain grew worse as a stinging swept through him.

The sapling moved quickly and wrapped around Harry’s body like a constrictor while his Master watched impassively. Harry knew he wouldn’t be saved. It was getting hard to breathe, and pain shot through his body from the sapling's cuts with its whipping branches. If Harry didn’t do something soon, he would die. Unfortunately, his Master still wouldn’t do anything even when Harry was sure he would die.

Harry looked again, and his Master had returned to his newspaper. The pain continued to shoot through Harry’s body, and he felt hot and mad. A seething heat escaped his lips as Harry felt a greater pain sweep through his body, and with it came strength. It filled his young limbs with more power than he had ever felt before, and he pushed against the constriction.
The sapling screeched as the air heated up and the ground tightened around Harry’s feet. Even with his arms forced against his side Harry found leverage where there had been none and worked against the sapling. The pain from the sapling’s attacks subsides, replaced by the pain of his Master’s skills, no of Harry’s skills. A force pushed the sapling off Harry in a shout, and the boy tackled the sapling.

He let go of the fruit in his hand, and his Master touched the sapling, and it froze. “You failed, so you only get the small fruit from the sapling for breakfast. Once you have your prize and distance from a dangerous close-range enemy, get some distance. Demon trees are known to be slow at chasing prey once you’re out of range of their limbs and you have what you want get distance.”

After the fight with the sapling, Harry felt completely spent, so he grabbed the small fruit and took a bite. It was sweet and helped put more gas in the tank. Unfortunately, after only a few bites, only a seed remained. Harry stared at it despondently; he wasn’t sure if he wanted more trees that attacked people in the world.

“I bet you’re wondering why it isn’t cold here in Antarctica.” His Master said.

Harry didn’t think that at all, but he became curious after his Master mentioned it. “I didn’t like that it was so cold, so I warmed the land around us. Then I grabbed a few animals and added them along with some trees, herbs, and grass I liked. Do you know how I did it?” Master asked.

“Your skills,” His Master laughed at that like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“A good guess, but I’m not diversified or specialized enough to warm hundreds of miles of land. Scripts are the answer, Harry; they let us do things our normal skill sets can’t manage. They are the foundation of our bond and the key to skills themselves. I advise in your self-study that you some time learning them. Why don’t you check your skills?” Master asked.

Harry opened up his menu and took a look.

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“They all went up. How am I using all of them?” Harry asked.

If his Master had a mouth, the shadow man would be smirking. “They are the primary elements and a matching set. Together they make you stronger, more flexible, sturdier, heal quicker, and hit more precisely.” His Master picked up a fruit, touched its top, and slid his finger down its circumference. Then he peeled away the skin to show unblemished meat. “There are many applications for the primary element power skills, and the more you use them, the stronger they will be.”

“It hurts,” Harry said.

He didn’t know if he had ever felt something as terrible as the power skills.

The shadow man sighed. “The pain is to be expected. Your body is getting used to the power. Now come on,” His Master tossed him a rifle. To Harry’s astonishment, he caught it easily; it wasn’t even heavy. “What did you think I would let you hunt for the first time with your bare hands? Maybe in two weeks if you show promise.” Harry followed his Master slowly.

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Harry lay in bed, exhausted but satisfied. He filled up on meat and spent a few hours in the gym punching a bag, and his skills went up without activating them. That was the weirdest part; Harry felt much stronger, and the increase was even greater when he activated them. Finally, for the first time in his life, he went to bed full and satisfied, and his Master gave him some comic books to read for fun. Harry got to have fun.

He wasn’t perfect, the sapling kicked his butt, and he missed the first shot. When he finally killed something, he cried. Harry didn’t know why but he bawled his eyes out in front of his Master, who only patted Harry’s back. Then Harry made a mess of the hare he killed by trying to skin it like Master did a peel. Harry couldn’t cut a straight line to save his life. But the meat was good, and Harry’s Master cooked it.

Harry opened his first comic not belonging to Dudley and read about spiderman. It reminded Harry of his life except for his caring aunt and uncle. Uncle Ben was much better than Uncle Vernon, and it was a shame he died. The lesson with great power comes great responsibility stuck with Harry as he went to sleep; it was a concept he wanted to believe in. He planned to ask his Master more about it.

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Tomes wrapped in old leather protected by scripts to protect the old tome from the elements on top of the enchantments already placed upon it littered Harry’s personal desk. Screens of shimmering blue light hovered in front of him. They played records of necromantic practices on repeat while Harry took notes. Papers littered his desk held together by bent paperclips with notes written in his master’s or Jester’s handwriting. Harry read over them while watching videos of the events they captured to glean even more information. Failed talismans made of bones filled his rubbish bin from several failed attempts; some still sparked with magic. He had failed to blend native enchantments with scripts, but he hadn’t given up.

“Harry, are you busy?”

“No, master,” Harry grumbled, turned off his videos, and closed the books before levitating them back to his shelf. Like any child Harry’s age, his greatest concern was not getting into trouble.

His Master opened the door as the last book fit into place. Harry had found he could lift things with his will after reaching for an out-of-reach delete round. Since then, he had been practicing off and on to see how far he could push his telekinesis. While his Master had the skill and Harry would receive it; eventually, Harry wanted to practice his own version of it. As for his current studies, he was trying to make a skill all his own. While he would gain all of his Master's skills, Harry wanted something that was his.

“Were you reading books from this shelf?” Master asked, and Harry felt his back sweat.

His Master walked up and pulled free a tome made of human skin, one of the few Harry didn’t want to touch. It felt off, to say the least, but his Master grasped it without fear. His Master flipped through it like Harry would a comic before sitting it on Harry’s desk.

“This is where I keep my collection of dark tomes. Everyone needs a hobby. Harry mine is collecting. I’ve found a little bit of everything in this world. This book was a rare find and was guarded by a demon.” His master eye smiled. “If these books were dangerous to you, Harry, they would be in the basement library, not in your room next to your comic bookshelf,” Master said.

“They have a lot of warnings in them, and the people in the videos do horrible things to each other. I don’t like it.”

“Necromancy as a hobby, huh, well, it isn’t the cleanest hobby, and you’ll have to take lots of showers,” Master said.

“No, I want to make it my primary focus.”

“Impressive, you’ve been training for two weeks, and already you want to specialize, or are you only specializing until you reach the foundry realm? Of course, you should focus on gaining experience with my skills, but that’s what the Tokyo Ghoul world is for. Is this really what you want to do?” Master asked.

“Yes, after I read the first tome, I was sure; it might be dark, but it's what I want,” Harry said.

“With how you’ve been tearing through my comic collection, I thought you might want to be a hero like a life paladin. Wood and Day qi are all you need for it, but if you want to try necromancy, that’s wood and night qi. You could dual class as a dark paladin, but a single focus would be best if you want to gain anything useful before it's time to go to your first world. And here I thought you would try to become a telekinetic god, like Akira or the Phoenix. Necromancy is hard; there are shadow lords to deal with and many dark gods who like to swing their rotten di, I mean ego, around. Necromancy will also give you a terrible reputation with people who claim to be on the light side. Are you sure this is what you want?” Master asked again.

Harry pulled one of the few talismans he managed to get right from beneath his shirt. He could feel a deathly charge from it and knew it could channel his magic. It was a step in the right direction, but so many steps were involved in animating a corpse that it wasn’t funny. There was a reason why necromancers made pacts with shadow lords and dark gods. The spells needed to animate a corpse were too complex for normal magic casters to use. A wand wizard could animate a corpse with a series of charms, but that wasn’t true necromancy. True necromancers gained power from every undead they raised, controlled their movements with verbal or mental orders, and could combine the attributes of the undead. Using spells from pacts without pacts would incur a copy write lawsuit in the devil courts, which would be horrible. So, Harry was trying to turn necromancy into a skill with all the fundamental spells already included that would streamline everything. Unfortunately, the enchantments and scripts weren’t listening to each other.

The shadow man laid his pack down and pulled out several tomes Harry had never seen before. Several page markers stuck out with URLs to videos he could watch on the subjects his Master presented him. Harry found subjects ranging from animation, puppetry, diagnostics, divination, transfiguration, enchanting, and much more.

“You will be hunted by those who believe you are evil no matter what good deeds you do. Do you remember spiderman’s lesson?” Master asked.

“With great power comes great responsibility,” Harry said.

“No, not at all. I’m more powerful than you can imagine, but I choose to have few responsibilities. If you choose to be responsible, you need the power to perform your duties. To be a hero, you need the power to save people. Power comes in many forms. Matt would say money is the ultimate power in this world, but he’s never won a spar against me, even with a whole realm advantage. Duke would say having people subordinate to you is the ultimate power. I’ve cut through his lackeys like a scythe through wheat on more than one occasion out of annoyance. Jester would say strength was all that mattered, and he should have been correct at a realm and a half above me.” Harry’s Master's eyes smiled. “Jester has a very specialized build built for combat; my debuff skills ruin it, and he’s too specialized to adapt. Harry, are you sure this is what you want?” His Master asked for the third time.

Harry nodded; he was sure.

“That’s good enough for me. Necromantic qi is weak against fire and day qi. Undead are weakest during the noonday sun. Any spell that calls upon light or fire will damage your undead even if you have them covered in enchantments to resist it. So, accept that every opponent will attack you during the day and plan accordingly. Always assume you’re at a disadvantage, and you’ll be pleasantly surprised at the occasional easy win. I’ll build you a shed to work in like a little magus.” His Master suddenly grew serious. “You should know I’m going to take pictures of you working and brag to my friends about my cute apprentice,” Master said before leaving.

Harry sucked in a breath and let it out. Sometimes his Master could be too much to deal with. After he tucked his talisman back into his shirt, he raised his hand to summon the books to his desk and looked them over. There were piles of bones left over from his kills that he could use, and he had gotten better at cutting with his qi.

When he studied too long, and his mind threatened to blank out, he returned to the cupboard. Harry saw himself trapped there with only the spiders to keep him company. Then he read spiderman, and everything started to click. After Harry found the books on necromancy next to his comic books, the books on demon summoning and celestial bargaining, and to the left of the warrior arts books, the apprentice felt like he saw the puzzle. Finally, he even had the support of his Master to become a hero.

Tokyo Ghoul was a world populated by cannibals called ghouls who ate people daily. He couldn’t think of a better place to start his career as a hero. When he couldn’t focus, he saw himself in the cupboard and wished someone would have saved him. So, Harry cracked open more books, took detailed notes, and tore into the problem of scripts and enchantments. He saw the puzzle in his mind’s eyes and struggled to unravel it with the notes of 4 incredible beings.

…

Harry checked his boneyard to see it had been rooted through. Finally, a fat bear track clued him in on what did it, and he wasn’t going to stand for it. It was 30cm wide and 29.2 long; he took a picture of it, and the system produced a life-size model of the beast. It was a brown shaggy fur ball standing nearly 7ft tall with adorable round ears. After seeing the desolation of his neat and orderly bone pile, Harry was ready to kill it. He was fuming mad and felt the pain radiating from using his skills.

The bones shook as he concentrated on them with telekinesis. Then, after a few heartbeats, they floated off the ground and returned to their previous orderly stack. Harry hadn’t felt truly angry until he realized he was missing the bones he was looking for. How was he going to start his experiments without them?

He decided to go hunting and looked for his bow. It took him a week of work and lots of videos, but he finally made a bow using some questionable techniques. Harry looked around for a bit before turning on the system GPS to search for the signature he left on the bow. It was moving a couple miles away near a massive patch of Blood Berries. Finally, Harry stumbled upon the hook he hung his bow from to see his bow’s chewed-up remains. Somewhere in his angry mind, he realized the bear must have eaten the script on the bow. That meant Harry could track it for a while.

He made a dangerous decision when he stared at the remains of his bow and then looked over at the bone pile. The night was when necromancy was strongest, so he would use his craft to kill the bear that ate his bow.

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She gripped her head and fought through the thoughts of a thousand witches and wizards going through puberty. Finding her own train of thought in a castle felt almost impossible; sometimes, Rose could only struggle against the noise. Potions added a new layer of pain; half the room walked on eggshells while the other half anticipated their embarrassment. Then in came the only mind shielded enough to leave her bloody well enough alone, except it peaked open like a sewer lid.

“Enough chatter, and put your wands down there will be no silly wand waving in this class,” Professor Snape said, and she tried to zone out and focus inward on herself. At least she wouldn’t have to listen to everyone mispronouncing words and see their clumsy mental images. The class focused and around her the noise lessened. She took a few deep calming breathes as the professor continued with his introduction lecture.

Rose calmed down and felt at the locket under her shirt, the only one with her brother’s photo. It was one of the few concessions she could get out of Dumbledore.

“Potter, what would I get if I added powdered dill with juiced green carnations.” Professor Snape said, and she wanted to vomit. She shielded her locket to give Harry some protection from the deviant. What was the headmaster thinking putting this broken thing in a school full of children? These weren’t just her thoughts McGonagall, Sprout, and Flitwick thought the same. Apparently, they were some of the few sane people left in the wizarding world.

Hermione raised her hand, eyes glazed over like they had been since the headmaster injected her with German nanites.

“You don’t know well perhaps being famous isn’t everything. Do you know Mr. Malfoy?”

“It’s part of a powerful love potion, sir, with specialized targets. My father said the potions were often congealed into tablets. They're known as Dionysus’ gift.” Malfoy said.

“He would know all about them as a man of culture.” Professor Snape said.

Malfoy preened at what he perceived as praise for his father. Rose knew the truth, as she saw flashes of both men’s activities.

She looked to Ron who stared with purely black eyes while countless voices screamed in his head. “On the last day, a man will rise equal to death and battle with monkey gods for the fate of 12 universes. Beware the entertainment of Zeno.” Ron said, and she was sure it was another prophecy that wouldn’t come true for years. That’s all he did: speak of prophecy, go to class, set stuff on fire, and watch people. Her lovable goofball of a friend had been erased, and she was alone again.

“That’s fifteen points from Gryffindor for talking out of turn.” Professor Snape said.

Ron turned his gaze to the professor, and a dangerous glint appeared in the redhead’s abyssal eyes. “He will return,” Ron said. And Rose felt her rage spike as she read the professor’s thoughts. They spilled out like a dam, each more horrible than the last in ways that made her stomach flip. All of them involved Harry and her while the professor watched. She wanted to show the man pain.

Pressure built up around her eyes as the room shook. Her magic levels increased out of her control as her hate for the man couldn’t be ignored. She lost her brother, her friends, and her innocence. Rose had nothing else so, she decided to make everyone pay.

A crack tore through the room as Rose raged out of control and she slashed her wand. She could feel her magic generate a barrier around her as Professor Snape coolly dodged a cutting curse aimed at his face. The blackboard behind him exploded as her cutting curses tore through it and two walls two walls of the castle before the wards stopped it. Fear finally froze the thoughts around her and let her have a few blessed seconds to regain some self-control. If she killed anyone or if she stepped out of line, Harry would suffer for it.

Suddenly Professor Snape’s mind snapped shut as Headmaster Dumbledore tore into the room. Ron turned to her and smiled for the first time since he read the black scroll. “When he returns,” Dumbledore flashed his wand, and Ron’s words came out silent.

“Enough, Mr. Weasley Prophecies only have as much power as we give them,” Dumbledore said.

Rose glared at the old man. He was an utter hypocrite, and they both knew it. What was all the death and manipulation for if not for the prophecy? Why bother if it was all lies and Voldemort was a gullible idiot who believed a drunk and a degenerate?

So, she latched on to Ron’s half-spoken prophecy that, in context, meant her brother, even if he could mean 3.5 billion people. And the return was even more ambiguous and knowing Ron, he wouldn’t give a repeat performance. Every prophecy he gave was a one-time thing. Dumbledore looked her in the eye, and she felt him attempt to push through her latest barrier. She cleared her mind instantly and focused on keeping him out.

He pressed into her like a drill grinding through stone. Rose felt her eyes heat up as she prepared to escalate the confrontation. If he wanted to play this game, then she would play to win. Magic gathered from Rose’s eyes turned into roaring flames before blasting forth, targeting the headmaster. Pain blasted through her spine, and her eyes lost power, but it was too late. The power was already unleashed and Dumbledore hadn’t bothered to flick his wand to erect a shield. Only the bloody phoenix flamed in the path of her eye beams at the last minute. Rose cursed her Potter luck as the mental probe shattered her shields and she blacked out.

…

Harry had outdone himself with his first ever creation and most importantly was having fun. He wore an apron to protect his clothes, wrapped a handkerchief around his mouth, and wore a set of goggles. The long gloves he wore went up to his elbows for added protection. Even with his protection for most of his work he used telekinesis to touch the bones. Some of the bones hadn’t fit right, so he filed them down to make them fit. While his cutting wasn’t as accurate as his master’s, he could cut rapidly and average the lines in a very predictable way. Instead of an even fine cutting knife, Harry was a powersaw or, in the case with the bones, a power sander. So, with elk, moose, and monitor lizard bones, he had a lot of material to work with even after the bear scavenged most of the good parts.

After reviewing his notes, Harry had an idea about how to combine enchantments and scripts. He couldn’t have them directly work together, but he could have one take over an action when an effect activated. When a certain action an enchantment completed was finished, scripts built to recognize that change acted after the change and vice versa. It was crude and had numerous problems, but it was functional, and he could streamline it later. Soon he would have his own friend.

Undead could be very intelligent and they were super durable. Harry had taken a few designs from some projects online and adjusted them to fit what he wanted.

The question had been what to build. Harry needed something that could take on a bear that weighed nearly 3tons. It could knock a bull moose’s head off with a paw swipe. The only thing it feared was master and a pack of winter wolves. So, what could take it on? A dragon came to mind, but that wasn’t the kind of thing he wanted to make with subpar materials. So, after thinking about it, he came up with something, he used to enjoy Greek myths until he was punished for reading them. One of his favorite monsters was the Nemean lion with its impenetrable pelt.

Harry took his time building his creature, fusing ribs of bones on the tip of a large moose’s rib cage. After he doubled up on the spine and added some bony frills for the main, Harry took some of the pelts he tried to cure and wrapped his creature in them. The tail was more lizard than lion, but that was ok; it still looked good wrapped in fur. Once he did enough to make his creation physically functional Harry looked at the clock and saw it was 3 in the morning.

Fortunately, the bear hadn’t crapped out the tracker, so Harry had time. He sewed the pelts on the monster with telekinesis and used dragon power to burn it on the bone. With that done, Harry drew runes of enchantment around the bones and wrote a script connecting the lion to the folder of scripts Harry kept labeled necromancy. The enchantments activated before the scripts took over when the enchantments altered the conglomeration of bones. Harry monitored the lion as the beginnings of Harry’s own necromancy skill took effect.

Harry felt his connection to the undead form and felt a slight boost in power. He felt almost giddy with the increase. Except something wasn’t right, he puzzled it out moments later. There was no night qi in Harry’s body to power the undead; it was running on pure wood qi, and half the scripts wouldn’t activate. If he didn’t find a way to get night qi, he would lose track of the bear and might never get his revenge.

“Impressive, you set this up quickly.” Harry looked up at his master, the shadow man who held a hand to his non existent chin. “You forgot to find a source of night qi, didn’t you.”

Harry looked away. “How do I contact a dark god?”

“Why would you want to do that?” Master asked.

“I can’t raise my creation without it.”

“Do you think you’re ready to receive more of my skills?” Master asked.

Harry flexed his fingers and felt his current strength. Every day he grew stronger; the power skills ensured that, but his goal wasn’t the power skills. They were nice, but Harry was sure he had found his niche. Making things and sculpting them out of bone recycling the old to make new things brought back memories to fixing Dudley’s toys and playing with them. Seeing his creation unable to move told him something about himself. He wouldn’t feel fulfilled unless he raised his creation it felt like he had made a mistake fixing something. Even if his master called it a hobby, Harry thought it could be his passion.

“If it will help me be a better necromancer, then I am,” Harry said.

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Harry felt his body change again with new powers added. But more importantly, he felt his new necromancy skill. No new knowledge filled Harry because it didn’t belong to his master. The hides wrapped around the Nemean Lion shifted and stretched around its skeletal body as Harry’s connection with it solidified. Harry could feel his new night qi leave his body and fill the undead. The undead stood up and shook itself, and Harry let out a breath when no pieces flew off.

“Well, we don’t have a devil breathing down our necks, so you didn’t break any copyright laws good job,” Master said, and Harry focused on his tracker.

Relief took a weight off his shoulders pulled icy dread from his heart. “I’m going hunting, master. Don’t wait up,” Harry said to his master’s smiling eyes.

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Harry was having the dream again, and time seemed to stretch; he stood on a platform in front of a train station sitting with a girl with brown eyes who knew him. She seemed so familiar, but he couldn’t place where he knew her from. He wouldn’t be able to leave until the train arrived, and it always took weeks to arrive. So, Harry made his notebook appear and continued to work on his scripts, stealing a few more weeks of training.

“Are they feeding you?” The red-haired girl asked.

Harry sighed and put his pen down. She hadn’t spoken before; normally, she stares at him until the train arrives, unaware of what’s happening. Harry waited for her to return to her silence, but for once, her eyes were aware.

“I think I prefer it when you don’t speak,” Harry said, channeling his annoyance.

She blinked slowly as a day went by, by the slow-moving clock. “Are you happy?” The girl asked, and Harry put down his pen again. He looked around, but they were sitting on the only bench in the train station.

“You're aware enough in the dream plane to talk. Most people wouldn’t be aware and don’t remember anything when they wake up. Remembering makes differentiating dreams and reality difficult unless you prepare. It is a privilege to take advantage of this plane and use it to steal time. I’ve gained six months in a week.”

“I missed you.”

He shut his book. “Have we met before? Are you familiar with me?”

A tear ran down her cheeks, and he felt his own eyes burn but didn’t know why. Words came unbidden to his lips. “I will find you,” Harry said

…

After studying scripts, watching tutorial videos, and copying examples, he made something functional after two weeks. Nemean was a lion made of bone, magic, and will. Scripts and enchantments he barely understood gave it a semblance of life and allowed it to walk and act like a lion. A file of Nemean’s personal information filling up as divination spells acted as sensory organs. Finally, the lion moved through the thick grass and turned its great head.

White frills, each with their own spells, gave the undead information about its environment. Harry approached it even as the beastly undead towered over him. Various mismatched hides clung to the undead lion’s body loosely like a poncho on a scarecrow. It wasn’t bad work, in Harry’s opinion, but there were many flaws. Every step it took channeled a seismic spell designed to find rare ores, but it worked to tell the lion more information. The file representing the lion’s memories continued to fill with sensory information. The creature’s memories were already too alien for Harry to even conceive.

Harry wouldn’t have given his first creation sensory features if he hadn’t seen so many warning videos about them. It was thanks to the knowledge collected by others and posted that he was able to make any progress.

He learned from some of Jester’s cards. While Harry’s master had his system, Jester had his own. Cards of different suits were used to denote how powerful each card was. Jester had 4 aces that could be considered apprentices, and the ace of hearts was a flesh mage class. Flesh molding magic had some of the same problems as necromancy, so Harry learned much from it. He may have used some scripts from Ace of hearts, but it was public domain. Harry hadn’t contacted devils to copyright his necromancy style, but he would soon. If he didn’t, someone else would steal it, and copyright claim Harry’s necromancy style. Harry wasn’t powerful enough for devils to fear bringing him to court.

The lion turned to him and chuffed before rolling its mane. Its primitive AI filled with information rapidly while its scripts searched information online, filling the undead’s memory file with knowledge of all sorts of things. The lion lifted a great paw and extended its claws before retracting them. That was a problem Harry knew he had to deal with. His undead was practically a newborn. It had no experience fighting anything, much less a giant grizzly bear. Suddenly, Harry’s plan for revenge seemed like a faraway thing.

Instead, the lion chuffed more like a tiger than a lion and cocked its head back. Harry would assume it wanted him to get close if it were human. Instead, Harry looked back to see his master with an open screen recording the entire thing. He felt his cheeks heat up before stumbling over to the Nemean.

Harry touched the course hides that covered Nemean’s body, and the undead purred a rattling sound akin to a revving chopper. Its white mane practically glowed in the moonlight as it stood on end, continuously collecting sensory information. Half a dozen divination spells went off every second, giving the lion as close an understanding of reality as Harry could give it. But that didn’t mean sight, hearing, taste, touch, or smell. No, the lion tracked distant enemies, knew things that would impede it, track living things, detect spies, predict short-term catastrophes, and point me. Moreover, these spells were enchanted into the lion’s mane giving it an extensive network of sensory information to work with.

Enchantments allowed the lion to move while scripts relayed that it had moved. If Harry had known the lion could access the system and, through it, the internet, he would have installed cameras in the Nemean’s empty eye sockets. Unfortunately, that would have to wait for another time.

He felt a cold hand grip his shoulder, and Nemean growled. “Be careful; revenge isn’t bad, but don’t pay too high a price against a dumb animal. Have you read the story of Mobi Dick?” Master asked.

“Yes, I won’t be a Captain Ahab. Can I go? If it poops, I won’t be able to ambush it?” Harry asked.

“How quickly you’ve learned to talk back. Where did that timid boy in the park go?” Master asked.

“He died when you had me kill,” Harry snarked.

“I prefer to think he died when you learned to trust me. Be swift and show no mercy; you should expect none from a monster too dumb to not fear me.” Master said.

Harry narrowed his eyes on the inside. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust and believe his master, but this was what Ace of hearts would call a teachable moment. Like after Harry raised Nemean, he immediately learned where he messed up. Harry planned to fix his mistakes, but that would have to wait until he returned to his workshop, which his master was building for him.

If he peered in the distance, Harry could see the edge of a tall building. That was amazing his master was building Harry an awesome workshop. After he stripped the bear of meat, he would get to work on his next undead. A necromancer grew stronger with every undead, and the power of each undead mattered a lot. There were also skills like grave lord he wanted to try out, but that would have to wait. First, Harry needed to work on killing the bastard bear that ate his bow.

Harry jumped on Nemean and realized he hadn’t added a sticking charm enchantment. Nemean’s claws dug into the ground, and Harry grabbed two hand fulls of the undead lion’s mane. It shot off, and Harry’s eyes stung as the wind hit them. They left the safety line of the homestead and shot off into the grassland before launching into the forest. Harry could feel his backside threaten to crack with every lunging leap and quickly realized lions weren’t made to be ridden. He hadn’t thought that would be a problem before another lesson that made his first undead a teachable moment. Ace of hearts was right Harry learned so much from his first raising, and it was worth it to go and do it instead of waiting to make the first raising perfect.

Harry turned on the tracker as they barreled like a bull through a China shop through the tree line. With that thought, Harry planned to raise a minotaur but left the thoughts aside as he directed Nemean to make a turn. The lion undead roared and leaped on one of the great trees using it to take its momentum before launching itself onto the branches above. Sharp claws punctured branches as a couple tons of undead lion pretended to be Tarzan.

They landed in time to see the bear swipe at a moose. Harry watched the pickup truck-sized moose’s head fly off its body horns in a fountain of blood and wiggling cartilage. The bear opened its mouth and planted it on the moose’s stump. Harry watched the creature drink the moose, and suddenly it was ok that it ruined his bow. The moose shrunk in on itself like a crushed soda can. As Harry watched the monstrous bear, he realized it was bigger than the system suggested.

Of course, that didn’t mean a thing to Nemean. The undead lion roared and shook Harry off it before launching itself at the bear. Suddenly Harry realized something important, Nemean’s claws weren’t long enough to cut anything vital. Harry turned his head to the moose head on the ground that came off with a single blow.

Harry felt a buzzing at the end of his fingers and extended his qi a few centimeters. Six was his limit, but three would do the job without taxing him too much. He heard a hard thump and saw Nemean fly backward and shatter a tree. The undead got up, roared, and charged back into the fray, but the demon bear didn’t look any worse for wear.

While the bear was distracted, Harry took off the moose’s horns and tried a flesh-shaping technique to bind the horns together. His hands shook, and he barely touched the horns together; thankfully, they were dying but alive, so Harry managed it after a few tries. With the horns melded together, it was time to use the clay bone technique to fold the horns into a lump to be molded into a new shape.

The bear and Nemean swapped earth-shaking blows, each more brutal than the last. Both were heavy hitters with no fear to be found, and the demon bear healed quickly from its injuries while Nemean continued to take damage. Unfortunately, Harry didn’t have enough death qi to heal it quickly. Every earth-shattering blow from the bear was mounting, and soon Nemean would be out of commission.

Harry worked quickly with his bone lump working it like clay into the form of a spear, twisting and adding piercing runes and propulsion and homing scripts based on the tracker on the monster. Unfortunately, the tracking script was nearly through the bear’s system. So Harry levitated the weapon, a twisted spear of bone formed from the dead prey of the bear formed for revenge. The propulsion scripts activated, and the spear spiraled while the runes activated the enchantment while it spun, increasing its piercing power. Harry was to the bear’s rear, which made it perfect.

Telekinesis pointed the weapon towards the bear as a paw swipe knocked Nemean aside, tearing one of the undead lion’s legs nearly off. The bear charged in for the kill when Harry launched the spear. If the spear hit hide, it wouldn’t manage to do any more damage than Nemean’s claws, but there was another target.

Twisted spinning bone blasted forth in a trail of green and black qi before hitting the bear’s exit point. Where the tracking signature would have been released. After the spear pierced, it continued forward, spinning and piercing the bear’s insides as it traveled through the monster. The monster roared and trashed as blood flowed out the monster’s arsehole.

While the bear was distracted, Nemean launched itself and bit down on the bear’s throat with his canines. The bear thrashed as the undead lion held the demon bear that wouldn’t go down. Harry could feel pleasure leaking from his connection with Nemean as the bear’s life flowed down Nemean’s gullet. Something was happening that Harry hadn’t anticipated. His undead could grow stronger without Harry’s intervention by consuming other creatures' qi and life. The little shards of bone connected to Nemean’s leg came to life, and the leg reattached itself. The loose hide that covered Nemean suddenly appeared vibrant, and Nemean’s bones seemed a little whiter. It was something Harry decided to look into.

His master came up behind him with an eye smile. “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble hunting by yourself, so I won’t worry about you finding food. I moved a few books into your workshop; you should look around and get a feel for the place.” Master said before patting Harry on the head before vanishing.

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Harry was hard at work in his workshop on a new necromancy spell. It was more for utility than anything else, but the enchantments weren’t working right. Or, more specifically, they were working too well and spoiling the meat of the animal he worked on. Specifically, he wanted to create a spell to raise his kills and have them walk back to the slaughter barn. He could load them up on Nemean and have his lion carry them, but they kept absorbing death qi and rising as zombies. Once they rose, he couldn’t eat them because the death qi made them taste offal. Nemean had extra food when that happened.

The lion had changed over the last three weeks. Harry had been training for the new world. Its mane of white frills had turned black, and its snout was a deep fuzzy dark shade of yellow gold. Nemean groaned and rolled over on his back to scratch his back. The massive cat looked overly pleased with himself as he raised up to lick his crotch.

Harry hadn’t given the undead genitals, but somehow, it had grown some, probably as a mockery of life. While the lion hadn’t grown any larger, it had faked being alive better than before and had taken to napping.

“You don’t even need to sleep, you lazy thing,” Harry said.

“Nothing else to do,” Nemean said.

The lion spoke from a speaker in its throat. Harry had first installed cameras in its eyes sockets, then began a project to make artificial eyes. Unfortunately, bones even sanded round like an eye and covered in scripts didn’t work. They kept rolling, so Harry went back to the drawing board. Instead, Harry decided to work on a fluid to preserve eyes for necromantic use. It was a work in progress do to Harry’s lack of alchemy experience.

Harry found he didn’t have a knack for potions, one of the magic arts from his home world, and he needed a wand of all things for the spells. He had all the power he needed to perform magic, but he needed a focus for anything complicated. Scripts and runic enchantments were better, in his opinion. In Harry's opinion, Magic was a type of qi that seemed narcissistic. Death qi was slow but certain, while magic qi was spontaneous and loved attention. Harry didn’t feel the same way; he couldn’t imagine seeking attention on purpose.

Necromancy wasn’t all about raising the dead despite what the name implied; he could dominate undead, call ghosts, and manipulate shadows. Qliphoth power boosted his ability to control shadows to ever greater heights. Harry raised his hand, and the shadows around the room shifted, and the temperature dropped. He developed his abilities against the clock, and necromancy was a wide umbrella with many different spells. To maximize his time, there were three he practiced every day.

Aura of decay damaged living things constantly and boosted undead; shadow’s grasp allowed him to wield physical shadows and arise raised the dead. The last spell was the most basic form of necromancy. It allowed him to raise the dead around him as obedient lesser undead seeking life to further their evolution. They used a general necromancy public domain file, but he didn’t have fine control over them either.

Harry raised his hand, and a notebook flew to his hand from a nightstand. Telekinesis was something he practiced religiously; it was important even if he didn’t want to make it his focus. The skill was the most flexible one he had. He could almost lift an elk carcass with it, and it was only his 5th week practicing it. He would be much stronger in a year, and he was just getting started.

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Harry took a break from the hunting spell and flipped over to a construct he was working on. Dozens of pages filled with possible scripts filled the notebook for something interesting. He wanted to call it the cocoon of evolution after watching some of the Yugioh anime with Master.

The shadow man had a weird fascination with Mai Valentine. Then again, Harry understood what his Master was going through, or he would when he reached that level.

Ascension to the next realm required a sacrifice to prove his Master’s commitment. The darkness covering his Master’s body was a massive chastity belt. His Master gave up desire in exchange for a chance to reach the 3rd stage. Of course, there was more to it, but his Master hadn’t been too vocal about the shameful topic.

Harry posted concerns about his designs for the cocoon of evolution and received some edits to his scripts. They were barbaric, and Harry hadn’t wanted to go through with them. One shortened Harry’s entire script and hooked everything to a library, shortening Harry’s script by half the number of lines. He saw the correct two days ago and still hadn’t integrated the correction; he was looking for a reason not to. When he mentioned he was going to the Tokyo Ghoul world, a few mentioned he should wait and let his undead feed on some ghouls before going through with the evolution.

Every time he ran through his script for the cocoon of evolution, he found mistakes and made changes before posting them again. With each correction, he narrowed down the problem and was becoming bloody close to getting it right.

The cocoon was meant to change Nemean, granting the lion undead a few upgrades like poisonous claws, a tougher hide for impacts, a ward to make the undead lion unnoticeable, and bones with natural titanium built into them. His Master bought them for him as a present for making it through the fifth week. Really the cocoon of evolution had a single purpose; it allowed Harry to make simultaneous upgrades to his undead. Once the process starts, Harry shouldn’t have to do anything.

…

Harry stared at the black portal leading to the new world of Tokyo Ghoul. After he went through it, he wouldn’t have his Master to rely on and couldn’t leave until he reached Intermediate in all his skills and apprentice in two of them. Apparently, when he reached that point, nothing in the world should be able to match him in power. But, of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Jester, Duke, and Matt sent some of their subordinates to join him.

“Do I have to go? I’ll become stronger if I continue to work?” Harry said.

His Master raised a shadowy finger. “Study is no replacement for experience. Besides, I found a few playmates with less troublesome personalities compared to most of my compatriots’ subordinates. Besides, I thought you would be ecstatic about finally being rid of me.”

“Master, don’t make me go. I’ll clean up and make your food.” A comforting hand gripped Harry’s shoulder.

“This isn’t a punishment, apprentice. You’ve done better than I anticipated and learned so much in a short time; think of this as a test before you truly start cultivation. The foundry realm is hard on the mind, and this will help you.” Master said.

“Do you know where I’ll end up?” Harry asked after an appeal to emotion hadn’t worked. While it was a great opportunity, Harry didn’t want to go. Instead, he would rather continue writing scripts in his workshop.

“You will arrive at the beginning of the series. So don’t fret; you won’t miss anything exciting, and even if you mess up everything, we can always send you to another version of the world. So be aggressive and take everything you want. Oh, and take this.” Master handed him a bag of holding with scripts to resist death qi.

Harry hugged his Master tightly and felt tears well up, stinging his eyes. Master brushed the back of his head. “This is for you. I know it feels like a punishment, but you’ll thank me for the experience one day. Now go and try to make some friends.” Master said.

Nemean led the way and stepped through the portal with his new bag of holding on his back. A world covered in blood greeted him with a woman eating corpses. Harry stared at the bodies and took a step back, splashing blood on his bear-skinned boots. Enchantments activated, cleaning them on the spot.

“It's rude to walk in on someone eating.” The woman said with a singsong voice. “What’s wrong? Too scared to run, did I eat one of your parents? You have some pretty green eyes. I wonder what they taste like.” Harry shook at the sight; there were too many bodies for this to have been about food. Master hadn’t let him read or watch the Tokyo Ghoul series because it would have ruined the surprise. Harry had been somewhat prepared for some cannibalism by the title alone. He had researched ghouls and avoided spoilers as best he could. Still, no matter what, he couldn’t allow this woman to live; he couldn’t save the people who died, but he could avenge them or allow them to get their own revenge.

Harry raised his hand out and channeled his death qi inner ghost face. “Do you like scary movies?” Harry asked with a grin he didn’t feel. “Arise,” he said and felt a pulse of power leave his body and fill the surrounding corpses. A hand reached out and caught the ghoul’s leg, and Rize shrieked before tentacles shot out of her back and sliced the zombie into bits. Then the eyes of several corpses opened and turned to her.

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Rize quirked an eyebrow at first at the child’s question. Of course she liked scary movies with lots of guts it turned her on more than hard core bondage porn. Then she felt a room temperature hand grasp her ankle and shestared at the monsters rising and remembered what the child said, “Arise.” It was like something out of a manga, the one with edgy boring characters that only wanted to do good things and dress black. The way the boy looked on impassively while Rize smelled her kills spoil around her was disconcerting. Then there were the invisible pawprints that appeared on the blood-covered floor. Something large and heavy was prowling closer to her, and her flight or fight instincts were telling her to get out. There was nothing keeping her, her prey was already spoiled beyond recovery, and the little shit who ruined her meal kept his distance and watched as the zombies turned to her and launched themselves mouths open to bite her flesh. The table had turned, and she leaped away to avoid becoming food herself.

She dashed to the boy's side to see his eyes tracking her like she was a slow human, which pissed her off even more. “For the innocent people you killed, I’ll put you down.” The boy lifted his hand, and Rize leaped up as a tentacle made of damn darkness shot off from the ground and tried to wrap around her. This wasn’t happening; she must have been so far in a food haze she saw things.

“How interesting what’s wrong, Rize? You can’t handle a midget?” Jason, in the white suit, said.

She cursed under her breath as the boy kept his attention on her. “I have my orders; you’re coming back with me.”

“Shrimp, I don’t have any orders about you. Would you mind staying put so we can have some fun later?” Shadows blasted out from behind Jason and caught the man.

“Call me shrimp again, and you’re going out the window.” The boy said she heard a growl from something she couldn’t see.

“And you put some clothes on.”

“What’s wrong? See something you like?” Rize said and exposed her form a little in the light. The boy climbed higher.

“I knew you were a cannable but a shotacon that has to be crossing a line.” Rize blinked and chuckled a little despite the situation.

Quinque rounds blasted through the building, and the zombies shot across the rooms and blocked the bullets from hitting the boy. “Nemean, watch my back while I deal with this.” The boy raised his hand, and she was certain he was crazy. But by the zombies gathered around him like a protective wall, what else could he do? Then his scent found her through the smell of death.

He smelled delicious, and Rize felt her mouth water. The boy was human and definitely tasty. She shot off towards the boy, mouth wide open, intent on taking a bite, when she felt a massive paw impact her stomach. For a brief second, she saw a massive lion with cameras instead of eyes. She felt its claws dig into her, but they weren’t kagune or quinque steel, so all the lion managed to do was crush her guts. Her kagune shot out and sliced into the lion’s paw, only for the limb to heal as she cut it off. Shadows lashed out, and she was forced to throw herself out of the way before she was caught like Jason.

A plane of glass shattered as the gatling gun flew through the window and settled, hovering above the boy, defying gravity. “Finder’s keepers,” The boy said before stuffing it inside the backpack that was smaller than the formerly helicopter-mounted weapon. She really was in a shitty light novel.

She felt something try to hold her still but just by moving, the control broke easily. The boy frowned.

“I think the world stopped making sense when I stepped on this floor. Is there a gas leak?” Jason asked, and Rize was feeling the same way.

“Nemean’s claws can’t damage you another time.” The boy said and floated off the ground.

At that point, she wasn’t surprised anymore and decided to roll with the punches. “Where are you going?” Rize asked.

“Somewhere,” he said and floated away while the zombies remained behind.

The second the shadows vanished, the undead dogpiled Jason while she retreated.

Spotlights searched the buildings while she followed the most delectable scent she’s ever smelled to the edge of the 20th ward. Rize barely recognized she had done it. One moment she was climbing down a building; the next, she was halfway across the city. Finally, she felt a breeze, remembered she was naked and retreated. She found him once she would find him again.

…

Special Class Ghoul Investigator Itsuki Marude didn’t know what to think when he read the report on his desk. A mass murder orchestrated by the binge eater, the capture of the 13th ward’s Jason, and victims of the binge eater rising from the dead. They were taken to the hospital under the care of CCG personnel. They didn’t have heartbeats, their body temperatures were room level, and they didn’t need to breathe. Each of them underwent a full medical exam to find even more peculiarities. Some kind of energy flowed through their bodies, animating them.

It was something out of a horror movie but was it really that bad. Sure, they were dead, but they retained all their memories and weren’t a danger to society. Hell, they managed to hold down a ghoul until investigators arrived. Of course, Marude wasn’t going to condemn them out of hand after something like that but how they returned was concerning.

Each claimed a boy they referred to as the master raised them from death. Admittedly, it was some light novel shit; still, he had a bunch of zombies in his lap. He didn’t know what he was going to do with them yet, but if they were willing, he might be able to turn them into agents. By the physical reports, they had become far stronger than humans upon death.

…

Harry found himself in the 24th ward, where death qi bubbled up from the ground. The young necromancer felt empowered by the death qi and the night. He immediately raised some skeletons and had them begin working on his new base. A couple of them happened to have been construction workers, electricians, and plumbers in their former lives, which would help a lot. Once they knew what he wanted, which was more or less Dracula’s castle, they got to work.

An interruption in the form of a purple-haired boy with a smug smirk irked him something awful. He was about to start work on his next powerful undead before the boy found him. “Greetings, my name is Shinji Makari, and I am the 2 of clubs of my glorious leader Jester’s deck,” Shinji said and gave barely a dip as his bow. Harry understood from the second they met that Shinji didn’t respect him. If all the bugs with too many eyes crawling out of the teen’s pants legs weren’t a dead giveaway, his smirk would have been.

“Harry Potter apprentice to Zoran; now that the introductions are over, what do you want?” Harry asked.

“Tell me you’re an introvert without telling me you’re an introvert, Harry. Come on, don’t be so grumpy; we’re both students of big powerful guys who love to cause a little chaos. We should be friends, and I think the best way to go about that is to have coffee together. So, buddy, let’s go to the 20th ward and have a cup of coffee. Come on, there are some pretty waitresses, and a little one down the line, there will be one only a couple years older than you.” Shinji said.

“How did you find me?” Harry asked.

“Come on, where did the mistrust come from. I’m not a bad guy, really. And besides, it's not like you can do much more here. Your base will need time to build; honestly, I’m jealous you found the best spot. That was smart of you, and your master wanted you to make friends with your peers.”

“Fine,” Harry said.

“Great, I have a car parked nearby if the ghouls haven’t stripped it for parts while my back was turned.

Shinji’s 2014 Ford Mustang was a metallic purple, a little shinier than Shinji’s hair. Harry didn’t like how people looked at them as they drove through traffic. The women especially made him feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t Harry’s culture, and Shinji preened like a peacock under attention.

They parked in one of the 20th ward’s parking garages before making their way to the street. “You’ll really like their coffee. I heard it’s the best in Tokyo. Harry nodded slowly as the sun peaked over the horizon. As the sun rose, Harry realized he preferred the night after all.

Harry felt drained like a dry sponge when the sun's rays hit him. He struggled to hide his death qi from the prevailing light even as his Sephiroth power skill gained strength. The feeling of the sun overhead was unpleasant. He felt most of his options vanish with the morning, leaving him with telekinesis and cutting. If this affected him, then his undead would be much worse off.

“Come on now, don’t get down just because you exposed the weakness of your mage craft to me. Everyone knows the weakness of necromancers, but it's good to know you’re not an exception.” As Harry’s powers faded, he shifted a shadow. Shinji tripped and waved his hands, searching for something until Harry caught him with telekinesis before his face hit the concrete.

“Whatever you say, bug boy,” Harry said and pushed open the door to Anteku.

Shinji snorted, “so I finally got a rise out of you.” Shinji said.

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Touka took one look at their new guests and knew they were trouble. One smelled, Touka swallowed to keep from drooling while the other smelled like bugs disgusting. She plastered a smile on her face along with her customer service façade. She waited for them to pick a table and sit across from each other before approaching.

“Welcome to Anteku may I take your order.” The delicious smelling boy stared at her with eyes so green they almost glowed with long black hair peeking over his face. He was dressed more like someone about to rough it in the mountains than a street goer.

“I can’t read any of this.” The boy said in perfect Japanese despite his words.

“Harry really, I thought you prepared for your trip here, how are you going to enjoy video games if you can’t read them. There are so many manga I wanted to show you, really buddy why didn’t you say anything?”

“Coffee black and strong and a sandwich.” Harry said.

Touka sighed and mentally ran through the list of sandwiches that tasted like cardboard to her. “We have tuna, roast beef, salami, turkey, and chicken.”

“Tuna please,” the boy said quietly. “Thank you, Ms. Touka.” The boy said and she tried to control herself. He only smelled amazing no big deal.

“What can I get you?” Touka asked bug boy.

“Mexican Moka expresso with foam Toaka.” The guy said with a little too much leering for her liking.

She had only crossed the room when she heard him speak again. “She’s as cute in person as I suspected. I wonder if she would go on a date with me, I would be happy to treat her to anything she wanted.” Bug boy said.

“Kill an innocent and we’re no longer friends.” The boy said and the context suddenly changed. Either bug boy was a serial killer, or they knew she was a ghoul. Touka honestly preferred the former she could clean up one piece of trash and make the world a better place.

The bell rang and she smiled as Kaneki and Hide walked in. They were two their best customers and good tippers. Unfortunately, they sat on Irimi’s side and immediately got around to ordering. Touka got her first table’s orders and kept an eye on the teen who smelled like bugs. If he stepped out of line she would squash him.

“You’re such a spoilsport. How will you ever get stronger if you care about every little incidental murder? I mean with your profession,” The teen smirked. “I don’t understand you Harry are you trying to be a hero.”

“With great power comes choice. I choose to help those less fortunate than me when I can.” Harry said with more backbone than Touka expected.

“How boring Jester would never pick you with that attitude your master must be quite a boring guy.” The teen said.

“Shinji insult my master again and there will be a fight.”

“Don’t get cocky with me you little shit. I knew a guy like you in my world another hero wannabe after Jester gave me his card, I killed him. Then I fucked the girls who like him and his servant. You think your tough I know more magecraft than a nobody like you will ever learn.” Shinji said.

Touka decided that she didn’t want to have anything to do with either of them or they should leave Anteku. She placed their coffee and Harry’s sandwich in front of him and prepared to ask them politely to leave. Then she felt a hand slap her butt when she passed by Shinji. Rage momentarily filled her.

“You shouldn’t grope girl’s Shinji.”

“What are you talking about?” Shinji said as Touka resisted the urge to throw an ax kick and pulp the bastards brain.

Then the bell rang and Rize practically flew into the booth. When the binge eater ignored the entire room and started sucking on a preteen’s ear Touka thought about calling the cops. Yea it could bring the CCG down on them, but spiting Rize might be worth it.

The purple haired woman moaned in the middle of the room like a bitch in heat. “Oh, I missed you, last night was so much fun was it good for you.” Seeing how Harry wasn’t dead that meant, Touka didn’t like that image and Rize was more of a freak than she thought.

She calmly yanked them off and resumed her former façade. “Is there anything I can get for you and your date? By the way how old is he?” Touka asked.

The purple haired guy snorted. “He’s eleven and that’s a shotacon I know woman aren’t normally tried like men, but this can’t be allowed.”

Harry pointed at Shinji. “You did this.” Harry said.

“I’m not the one who exposed myself to a femme fatale.” Shinji said as Rize tried to bite into only to freeze from a sudden force. She watched Harry casually take another sip as his eyes glowed a bit more than what was human.

“She exposed herself to me and then tracked me down to a coffee shop in the same area.” Harry said.

Rize straightened up and sighed. “You’re no fun, how are we going to role play if I’m the only one playing. We’re cousins after all and consider this revenge for embarrassing me.”

“Oh god did she add a new tag to her roleplay, or have you been adopted I doubt Zoran would be happy about that he prefers his apprentices to be orphans.” Shinji said.

Touka could at least respect Harry for rising above the conversation. “So are we done here Shinji, or do you want to show me more wonderful sites like maybe a prison full of pedophiles or I’ve never tried crack I heard the first hit is free.”
“You’re being over dramatic. We’re just here to have some fun relax and enjoy your date before Chris Hansan shows up.” Shinji said.

“I need to prepare tonight’s dinner.” Rize said and winked before getting up just as Hide left. Everyone her included glared at the woman as she accidently knocked Kaneki’s book in the floor before the spaz asked her out.

“You know if I didn’t know better I would say she was a dinner whore.” Shinji said and Touka almost stumbled.

“I don’t think we’ll be seeing him again. Maybe I can talk Rize into saving his bones she isn’t the type to use the whole thing anyway.” Harry said.

“What happened to your whole saving people thing?” Shinji asked.

“Doesn’t he know she’s a ghoul?” Harry asked and there was no doubt that they knew. At least he didn’t yell it out.

“No, I don’t think he suspects a thing.”

“Master said this place was full of weird people maybe he has a Goro fetish. I heard that’s a thing in the forums.” Touka stumbled again.

“Why am I not surprised you know about something like that? But no, I think he wants to have a sweet date with Rize with maybe a chaste kiss at the end.” Shinji said.

“On our first meeting she was naked chomping on a pile of bodies in the moonlight. I haven’t slept since then because I know I’m going to have nightmares. Even if she isn’t a threat to me seeing what she can do to ordinary people is hard to look at.” Harry said.

“Then turn her over to the CCG.” Shinji said and if anyone deserved it, it was Rize the crazy bitch.

“I suspect it isn’t her fault. Maybe if I was normal, I would feel differently but I can’t call myself human anymore. How do you deal with the change?” Harry asked and Touka was getting really interested.

“You know the ghouls can hear every word we say.” Shinji said.

“I could use more coffee Touka.” Harry said and she went to get him a refill.

Rize returned to the table and squeezed in beside Harry.

“He knows we’re cousins and we’re all each other has. Kaneki is so understanding I can’t wait for our date.” Rize said and Toaka blocked her out.

“You’ve been changing for 6 weeks right.” Shinji said after a moment of silence.

Rize chimed in. “Yea I heard that so what happened are you becoming a monster like your buggy friend.”

Shinji snorted. “I’m far more human than he is and I’ve been changing for 3 years.” Shinji said.

“Jester exchanges skills and knowledge for points derived from quests. That must have been difficult.”

“He offered me a way out of my life as my grandfather’s pawn. All I had to do was betray my only friend, fuck my adopted sister’s twin, and hand my master a cup bearing all the world’s evils. In exchange he lined my soul with my friend’s 27 magic circuits granted me more circuits with every task and gave me various other powers. And now I’m being paid to baby sit you the little crowned prince of Zoran the Apocalypse King.” Shinji said.

“You’re close to the foundry realm from what I can sense. Master said that physically I’m ready for it but I’m not mentally there yet.” Harry said.

Shinji’s smile was smug enough to piss her off. The guy admitted that he betrayed his friend for power and probably raped his adopted sister’s twin. He was the type of guy she wouldn’t feel guilty about killing. She half expected all this to be a role play but the way the boy’s eyes glowed sent a shiver down her spine.

“I have one of my master’s skills and it nearly crippled me some people have all the luck.” Shinji stood up. Let’s go check out a bookstore maybe we can find some books to help you learn kanji. I can’t have an illiterate junior.”

“I would rather return to the 24th ward and make sure my workshop is being built properly.” Harry glared outside at the sun like it offended him. “Maybe I should sleep during the day.”

“Nope you aren’t moping about like a neat under my watch. Issei and Ron would take advantage of you to throw off fate without getting in trouble. There are a few things in this world that are truly interesting. Watch out for them they’ll try to take advantage of your naivity.” Touka knew this was really the weirdest day she had ever had.

If not for her nose and Rize’s attempts to eat Harry in public, she wouldn’t believe a word of it. “Hey Touka go on a date with me. I promise you’ll have a night to remember.” The look in the purple haired man’s eyes was crazy.

“Not on your life. Are you ready for your check and I expect a big tip for the trouble you caused me?” Touka said.

Shinji placed some bills on the table before pointing a stick at Rize. “Confundo,” Rize’s eyes suddenly glazed over and Touka had a bad feeling. “You want to protect Harry Potter at all cost and you consider him your shotacon wet dream.” Shinji said and winked at Touka before vanishing. Not a single customer seemed to notice

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Harry grabbed his head and resisted crushing everything around him with telekinesis. Shinji brainwashed Rize into believing she wanted to use Harry to fulfill several fetishes. He slammed his foot on the ground feeling the seismic shockwaves that told him where everyone was around him. Even if he only had beginner-rank skills, they were still powerful.

Still, he regretted not focusing on things like telekinesis. Suppose it was intermittent or even better apprentice level. In that case, he might have caught Shinji no matter where the magus teleported to. Harry pretended not to know fate stay night when they met. Shinji was a familiar character, and Harry felt a kinship with him. For some reason, Harry decided to trust Shinji Makari for sentimental reasons. And it completely backfired; he wanted to go to his workshop and tinker with his scripts.

Rize held his hand like a death grip making her way to a bookstore he wouldn’t be able to enjoy. Harry learned the language of enchanting and scripts, but he hadn’t put effort into learning Kanji. The Tokyo in Tokyo Ghoul should have clued him in on what he had to learn. But his master was happy when Harry picked up necromancy even if he acted like Harry had many choices. The necromancy books were the only ones interesting the others were drier than the Nevada Desert.

Away from his master and alone with a woman who wanted to slurp his guts like noodles put the world in perspective. Harry didn’t have any reliable allies, and those he made himself were useless during the day.

They entered the bookstore, and Rize yanked him along towards a section on learning Kanji. “Look at this one; it has bright colors.”

“Do you think I’m autistic?” Harry said to buy some time.

“No, but look at all the pretty reds and the illustrations,” Rize said.

Was she autistic? He shook his head and opened up his necromancy skill and gave it a deeper look.

Necromancy: Beginner 89%
Curse Of The Gods – All Undead under the user’s control suffer a 99.999911% stat penalty under direct sunlight.

First, Harry didn’t know undead had stats at all. He looked, and there were no stats or attributes on his profile. He only had skills, but his undead apparently had stat points that went down to nearly nothing during the day.

He looked further into the Necromancy skill.

Necromancy Initiate Threshold
Skill Thresholds – When a skill reaches 100%, the user must pass a threshold to reach the next rank in the skill.

Necromancy Initiate Threshold Requirements 1/3
Slay 10 Enemies With Shadows 0/10
Raise 10 Common Undead 80/10
Create 3 Uncommon Undead 1/3

Harry had assumed he could gain the next rank by training his skills, but it wasn’t that easy. He needed to actually do things to earn the next rank.

Telekinesis Initiate Threshold Requirements 0/3
Lift 50 tons of matter 20/50
Stop 100 Projectiles 1/100
Anime Trip 50 People 0/50

He could only conclude that each rank would be more difficult. If he wanted to leave the cannibal world, he needed to get all his skills to initiate and three to apprentice rank. Raising his necromancy skill might help with the day weakness. However, he didn’t know the difference between a beginner skill and an initiate one. So, he needed to quickly make necromancy or telekinesis an initiate ranked skill and see the difference.

Rize tossed the children’s book at his head with deadly force, and Harry barely caught it with his mind. The throw had completely taken him by surprise after getting lost in thought. Unfortunately, necromancy hadn’t been able to save him, so he made a quick decision.

Harry decided to focus on telekinesis. He hadn’t wanted to go all Akira but needed something to cover his weaknesses during the day. If not for his telekinesis, Rize would rip him apart. He was sure of it, so it was time to exorcise his mental muscles.

“That expression on your face is so cute. I want to see that look of fear again.” Rize whispered.

“If you get naked again, I’m throwing you,” Harry said.

Rize giggled and stepped in close. “You sure are confident, but you’re not scary during the day,” Rize said.

Harry ran some mental calculations. Charging his power skills should give him roughly 9x his current physical strength. Unfortunately, he was a bookish 11-year-old up against a monster. If he was an adult, she would be fodder, but 9x, the strength of his body wasn’t enough to deal with her. She had already proved she could break his telekinetic grip.

“Don’t worry; if you were on the menu, I wouldn’t have scheduled a date with Kaneki.” She hugged him and sucked in a breath before sighing. “I would love to eat you up here, but,” She moved in to take a bite, and I froze her with telekinesis again.

25/50 tons

She pushed against my telekinetic grip as it grew stronger as they fought. Harry could feel his telekinesis improve every time he pushed against her. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t be able to touch him.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Knowing you can stop me means we can start getting more intimate.” Rize said.

Harry felt more anxious around her than he had near a dead animal. Yea cleaning his first buck had been hard, but after six weeks, he had cut up dozens. Bones of animals were easier to deal with; he could imagine they were no different than skeletal models from school. Harry decided to make an addendum to his enjoyment of necromancy. If anything, he was a skeleton specialist rather than a complete necromancer. Even if he could raise zombies, he didn’t like to. The thought of touching a human corpse made his knees buckle.

“If you don’t want to hurt me, then maybe we can help each other out. Catch,” Harry said and tossed her a paper ball.

Rize caught the ball, and Harry made a throwing motion. She tossed it back to him, and he caught it with telekinesis.

Stop 100 Projectiles 2/100

“Now help me and throw it at me ninety-eight more times,” Harry said.

…

“This seems a bit excessive,” Rize said. As Harry rocked on a park bench in front of several sets of stairs. People lined up, waiting for girls to walk up behind them. He even saw the other café waitress and a random brown-haired guy walk behind her. Harry waved his hand and initiated another fated encounter.

As another girl went tumbling off a set of stairs only to plant their bottom on an unsuspecting male’s face. Harry guided the fall to make sure both parties survived. When the pair settled, they stood up and started bowing the full 35 degrees to each other. Harry quickly moved on to his next targets.

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“I am creating rare encounters; you should be thanking me,” Harry said after seeing how easy it was to abuse the system, at least in the early ranks he couldn’t help himself.

“Why, this isn’t a trope I’m interested in? There aren’t even any nosebleeds.” Rize said.

Harry reached out his hand and caused a few more fated encounters. By the way, the people were speed-walking together; they were going on dates or racing to sue each other for sexual harassment. Either way was fine with him; this was free training with no chance of failure.

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“You hunt people for food. This will cause more people to be born in this world. I read a book called the Lorax and watched a terrible cartoon version. The story's villain, the Onceler, chopped down every tree and didn’t bother planting anymore. He didn’t believe in renewable resources.” Harry said.

Harry stopped her from grabbing him. “Is this you looking out for me?”

Lift 50 tons of matter 48/50

Rize continued to struggle against him as he struggled to keep ahold of her with telekinesis. Blood seeped down his nose from using his powers for an entire day.

Lift 50 tons of matter: complete

Blood continued to flow down his nose and coat his chin. “Master never had me train enough to reach this point. He was the hands-off type of master. Once I learned everything he wanted, he tossed me into this world. Even if I reach the level of power he wants me to, there is no guarantee he will let me come back.” Harry said.

Rize broke his control and rubbed a finger under his nose before licking it. She closed her eyes for a long time before peaking. “Your taste is so amazing I could claw out your guts right now and slurp them down in front of this park. I could capture and breed you with a thousand human girls just for the chance some of your descendants taste like you. More than that, I could fuck you a thousand times, taste you for months before taking a bite, and sprinkle your blood on my prey for seasoning.”

Harry knocked the last of the girls off the stairs on the faces of enough guys to reach completion.

Telekinesis: Beginner 100%
Threshold Requirements
Lift 50 tons of matter: Complete
Lift 50 tons of matter: Complete
Stop 100 Projectiles: Complete

Blood flowed out of his nose, then his ears, and finally his eyes. Something was happening to his brain, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off in a pool of his own blood.

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Harry walked to his familiar train station seat and stared at the clock; the slow-moving thing took months to reach the next hour. His companion sat on the bench and turned her head to look at him. That was a first before she could only say the occasional word and twitch. He took a step back when she got up and hugged him. The warm embrace felt natural, but he couldn’t remember why which made everything awkward.

“And here I thought I would have nightmares. But, then again, who needs nightmares when the world is scarier than any dream.” Harry said as she released him.

“Can you hear me, Harry? Where are you? I’ll come and get you, and then we can make a run for it? The old man is smart but can’t keep me at Hogwarts if he doesn’t have you.” The girl said.

“How do you know my name; I can’t be famous. I haven’t done anything to become famous. Or are you dicksheath69,” by the expression on her face, that wasn’t the case. “What’s wrong with you? I said I’m coming to get you; your next words should be, thank you, Rose.”

“Let me be blunt; I don’t know you. I have no idea how we’re talking. Most of the time, you come in glitchy like Uncle Vernon’s dialup.” Harry stared at the clock. “Why don’t you get back on the bench and stare in space so I can study?” His notebook materialized in his hand.

A slap hit him hard across the face knocking him back a step. “What happened to you? You were sweet to me and kind.”

“Rose was it; why should I be kind to someone I just met? What’s the point of being kind? I could be dead already without ever getting what I want.”

“What did you want?”

Harry spoke quietly at first and gained strength. “My parents died drunk in a car accident, and my aunt and uncle took me in. Since I could remember, they called me a freak and told me there is no such thing as magic. Any book or tv show with anything to do with magic was forbidden because they didn’t want a freak learning how to be freakier. Their son bullied me, called me a freak, and even had his toadies call me it. I even thought that was my name until my first teacher called my name, and I corrected her; the class had a laugh.” Harry sucked in a breath and let it out. His fists shook while he tried to get a handle on his emotions. “I will become the biggest freak I can be and make sure I become everything they tried to prevent. They don’t like wizards, hah; I’m a necromancer. The dead rises at my command to eat the flesh of the living.” Harry smiled as his body shook before he slumped down on the park bench. “Not like it matters; my body was left bleeding out with a cannibal. Everything I am will be bloody ghoul shite soon.” Harry said.

The world shook. “Tell me where you are, Harry, and I’ll find you no matter the cost?” Rose said.

At that question, he quickly composed himself. “I’m not that easy to fool. No matter how friendly you look, I know better than to give out my location. Besides, we’re worlds apart; telling you won’t matter.”

“You’re an idiot and going to die before I can see you again. I can’t go on knowing you're gone.” Rose said.

“That isn’t my problem. The dead don’t have worries or fears.” Harry said.

Rose lost it and started slamming her hands on the ground and stomping her feet. Harry stood up as the bench sailed into the nearby brick wall and shattered. Large chunks ripped from the ground from her kicks as she destroyed everything around her. It was the worse tantrum he had ever seen, all because he was doing, and she couldn’t see him. Harry thought it was a little selfish of her. But, then again, he didn’t know her, but she apparently knew him.

Harry stood up and began walking away. The tantrum suddenly ended as the train rolled in. “Where are you going?” Rose shouted over the screeching breaks.

“Back to myself,” Harry said.

She followed him through the exit to the train station to a stage with a mural of himself and the symbols for the 9 powers. The door to the train station vanished, leaving them in the dark with only the stage for light. Shadow creatures roamed about out of sight, ready to attack at the slightest sign of weakness. Harry looked down at the mural and then back at Rose.

“What is this place?” Rose asked.

“This is my heart; you could call it a chamber where souls rest. It's not quite the same as the realm between life and death. You seemed to have more power than I did in that place.” Harry said as she started to fade away. “I would rather spend my final moments alone and reflect.”

…

Rize wiped her face before she left the morgue. She hated the cold bodies; it was like eating a TV dinner frozen to her. After selecting the proper floor on the elevator, she waited for it to take her up and hoped she wouldn’t get distracted by another young doctor. After resisting eating Harry and having a truly unsatisfying meal, it would be difficult to resist fresh meat. Doctors, especially young ones, were a fantasy of hers. She had the occasional med student, but a full-fledged doctor would be entirely different. Man or woman, she was craving something juicy and expensive.

She entered the room containing Harry and watched Doctor Kanou take notes. Her Harry floated off his bed unconscious while little things fell into the floor around him. A nurse had tried to stick a needle in his arm, but the thing bent on itself like he had ghoul skin.

“What did you say your relationship was to the young man Ms. Kamishiro?” Professor Kanou asked.

“We’re cousins; can’t you see the family resemblance,” Rize asked, knowing her very typical Japanese features didn’t match Harry’s western ones.

“Right, my mistake; you know people will want to take a look at him,” Kanou said.

Suddenly Harry fell into the bed, and his eyes snapped open, shining a baleful green. The sun had set, and soon she would need to meet Kaneki for their date. Rize licked her lips in anticipation of the meal to come. Perhaps she could have Harry over and invite Kaneki into her home. Then she could hold his mouth to keep him from screaming. She prepared what she was going to say, something like don’t scream out Harry’s home. A smile nearly split her lips at the game; the look of shock, confusion, pain, and desperation on Kaneki’s face would be priceless.

Her boy toy rolled onto his side before easing up into a sitting position. “What kicked me in the head?” Harry asked.

“Mr. Kamishiro, it's good to see you are awake. You gave us quite a scare.” Harry nodded.

“I feel weird like up and down are suggestions instead of restrictions.” Harry floated off the bed and took a few steps forward with blurry eyes. When he looked down, he seemed to notice his mistake, touched the ground, and made impressions on the floor with his feet. “This will take some getting used to. I guess asking you to keep this quiet is too much to ask for.”

Rize sighed, knowing she was about to ruin her appetite. But no one would ask about rumors after she stacked a bunch of bodies. She needed something to wash the morgue-flavored corpses out of her mouth anyway.

“Not if you come by for check-ups, and I have written you a prescription for your head. We couldn’t run you through any MRI machines with your powers the way they were, but this should help with the pain.” Rize watched Kanou open his hand, and the prescription flew into Harry’s hand.

“A 10 times increase, how ridiculous,” Harry said.

The glow of Harry’s eyes dimmed. “Let’s get out of here; you need to get ready for your date. What would be a good time to come in?” Harry said.

“Nex Wednesday would be ideal.” Harry nodded, and they left.

…

Shinji smirked as he entered the office of Professor Kanou. Everything was going according to plan. Harry and the world's ultimate prize were together, where he could keep an eye on them. As they left, Shinji raised his hand to send out a swarm of bladed insects to see to the Furuta problem after the steel beam accident. There could be only one dragon, after all.

Professor Kanou made it to his office, and Shinji smiled at the man as he entered. “Is this a prank, young man?”

“I hear you’re interested in human evolution,” Shinji said.

The old doctor’s eyes narrowed, and Shinji raised his wand.

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Going from the top of beginner to initiate was a 10 times increase, which was insane. Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. He sat on Rize’s couch and pulled the remote to his hand because it was easier than getting up. It was like the world around him was subject to his will; he could rip, tear, and move with impunity, which scared him. Knowing what he could do changed his perspective to a dangerous degree and made him feel even less human.

“Are you hungry?” Rize asked.

Harry’s stomach rumbled, and Rize giggled. “I’ll take that as a yes. You’ve lost a lot of blood. Is that bad?” Rize asked.

Ent Power: Beginner 80%
Threshold Requirements
Use 100 Wood type Spells: 0/100
Grow 50 Fields of Qi Rich Crops 0/50
Create 1 Lesser Mystical Forest 0/1

Ent power was the body enhancement skill that infused wood qi into Harry’s body. It was the source of Harry’s quick healing. Without it, he would have died passing into the initiate stage of telekinesis. Instead, he made a fist and felt his telekinetic might gather closer to his body. Shinji said that after three years, he was still more human than Harry after 6 weeks. After feeling initiate telekinesis, Harry had to agree.

It felt like his cells were supercharged, adding a little more telekinetic power and easing the burden on his brain. But, unfortunately, that put Harry on a time clock. He could feel his body wasting away a little faster than he could recover. Ent Power was the safest way to enhance his healing, but there were other ways to extend his life.

“I’m worse off than you can imagine. Even if I’m careful, I might only live for another year or two if I don’t find a way to ease the burden of my power.” Harry stood up and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going? Rize asked as she styled her hair.

“I thought I would have nightmares after seeing your feast last night. But I didn’t, and I don’t care that you’re going to eat some guy who likes books. He’s innocent, but I don’t care; he’s walking happily into your embrace. I’m more worried about fixing my own problems. I wanted to be a hero and care about people, but I couldn’t. I know I’m supposed to, but something is wrong with me.” Harry said.

“Would you rather I not eat Kaneki?” Rize asked.

“I don’t know, I’m glad you didn’t eat me back there, but I don’t feel like I’m out of danger. There is so much to do, and my master sent me here before I was ready. I was trained for 6 weeks, but I needed years. Shinji can’t be trusted; he’s up to something, but I’m too focused on myself to figure it out, and I don’t know where the other two are. I want to make my master proud, get revenge on my relatives, and be happy. But the more I learn, the more I understand that many of my wants are mutually exclusive.”

Necromancy was his revenge on his relatives, a petty, childish way to be the biggest freak of all. But when push came to shove, he reached for telekinesis to rank up first. It was comforting to control the world around him, even if it was only up to his mental range. He didn’t know if it was happiness; the closest thing he found to that was living with his master.

Rize pulled him between her breasts even as he struggled to contain his power.

“Be happy even if you can’t have anything else; you’ll only have regrets if you don’t. Now, what makes you happy?” Rize asked.

He thought about the day and all the times he pranked people. It was fun, even if staying with Rize was dangerous. Being with her was freeing; she didn’t expect anything from him or place boundaries on his choices. He was strong but didn’t have to be good or evil. Rize let him be Harry even with all his power; she hadn’t put an expectation on him.

Memories of all the times he’s built sandcastles, only for Dudley to kick them down, came to mind. The thought of organizing his workshop to perfection and the orderly perfection of runes and scripts had filled him with peace.

“I like to write scripts and enchantments. Pulling pranks on people is fun, especially when no one is hurt. Hanging out together is also fun.” Harry said and shook his head. “My master said I needed to come here and gain experience. Maybe this was what he meant.” Harry said.

Rize smiled at him and brushed back a loose strand of purple hair before patting the seat beside her. Her luscious lips formed a sad smile as Harry sat with her. It was strange what he noticed when he looked at her with new eyes. Harry felt like he had died and been reborn with all his memories. It was the sensation of his telekinetic powers and the changes they forced on him. He felt his pants tighten when he looked at her and blushed.

“I will die in a year if I don’t do anything, and I think my body is telling me to make a replacement,” Harry said and leaned in to kiss her. He wanted to capture her lips even if she only liked him due to Shinji’s spell.

She let him kiss her, and it felt awkward. He kissed her but didn’t know what to do; he was much smaller than her. The experienced older woman kissed him back and sucked on his bottom lip. Rize pushed her tongue in his mouth, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was tasting him. Those thoughts didn’t stop his first boner from becoming known, and he already felt like he could explode. It was nothing like he expected. Harry never thought of romance; he hadn’t hit puberty.

That was until he woke up after passing his first threshold and felt far less than human. Harry couldn’t be sure, but he thought his body might be rushing the process. Out of instinct, he pushed his awkward boner against her, and she caught it with her hand before popping the button to his pants off. It froze midair to be sewn on later.

He held up his hand as Rize pulled his pants down and blushed. “This is one of my favorite parts. Guys like you get so awkward when I wrap my lips around like this.” Rize opened her mouth and embraced the underside of Harry’s penis with her tongue before letting out a hot breath. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt something leak out that felt too good. Rize pulled back a little, and her tongue slid over the side of his member before she leaned in and closed her mouth around him. A steamy brush of her hot breath came with a gentle sucking sensation followed by a slow slurping sound.

She pulled back slowly before kissing his sac. Harry felt himself hump forward, and his mind went blank. Rize sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, then the other to make her cheeks bulge. She smiled, then opened wide to let his saliva-covered sac tumble out of her gorgeous mouth. When she grabbed his member next, it was a little harshly.

“This is my normally my favorite part. Once my prey has been edged to their breaking point, their look surprised when I take a bite.” Rize shivered. “It's delightful, but you don’t have to be afraid Harry; if I eat little Harry, I won’t be able to have fun with it. Don’t ever forget how vulnerable you are at this moment. I could have taken a bite out of you, and it wouldn’t have grown back.” Rize said.

Harry’s eyes focused back; he felt exhausted. “I should go. I have some construction and gardening to oversee,” Harry said and made to pull up his pants.

The mind of Zoran’s apprentice was in turmoil. He thought he was safe, and she was different, that they had a connection. After she spared him, he thought that had been the end of her attempts to eat him. It felt like they had a moment together, and maybe he wouldn’t be alone, but she showed him how vulnerable he really was. Harry didn’t know what to do.

“You’re not getting away until I have my snack.” Rize licked her lips and kissed his balls softly before sucking them into her mouth. Harry groaned as she sucked and rubbed his shaft. The ghoul’s grip grew rougher as she sucked harder on his balls before pulling back and slurping his cock down to the base in one go. He felt himself slide down her throat, and she swallowed. Harry burst inside as she sucked every drop out of him. Rize pulled away and kissed the tip of his penis.

The woman licked her lips and opened her mouth, showing her mouth full of cum to him before swallowing. Rize opened her mouth again to show it was empty. “You’re more filling than I thought,” Rize said as Harry got out of her apartment and heard Rize’s laughter.

He lifted himself with telekinesis and shot off towards the 24th ward.