How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 1 Demon Sacrifice?

An underground base, in a dimly lit room.

Kane slowly opened his eyes.

"Where...am I?"

The unfamiliar environment filled him with doubt.

Just a moment ago, he was in the conference room planning that Western fantasy game that imitated Dungeons & Dragons;

The next moment, however, they found themselves in this dimly lit room, with only faint candlelight and heavy curtains in front of them.

In a daze.

A frantic voice suddenly exploded in my mind:

"Get out of my body!"

Who?

Kane looked around; there was no one there.

But the sound didn't stop; instead, it kept repeating in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, a severe headache struck, making him grimace.

Unfamiliar memories surged forth like a tidal wave.

The owner of this body is named Kane, the son of a merchant from the Kingdom of Nord.

He should have been living a life of comfort and security, but because he resented his parents' strict discipline, he secretly colluded with a demonic cult.

He sacrificed his entire family and all his possessions, and even laughed loudly in front of the corpses of his parents and servants.

In short, he's a scumbag.

Kane frowned.

On the one hand, it stems from an instinctive aversion;

On the other hand, he felt that the story seemed familiar.

"Get out! Or I'll kill you!"

The manic growl still echoed in Kane's mind, disturbing him.

However, he felt no remorse for possessing this scumbag's body.

The question is, what should we do next?

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a scabbed wound on his wrist.

According to memory, this was part of a demonic ritual:

Believers must carve different wounds on their bodies every seven days to obtain at least thirteen "stigmata" and pass the soul test one by one.

Finally, on a night of full moon, he took the magic potion and welcomed the arrival of the demon.

In other words, he doesn't have much time left.

"What a hellish start..."

Kane felt a sense of urgency.

There is another soul causing trouble inside me, and I don't know how to get rid of it yet.

He was currently in a cult's underground stronghold, about to become a sacrifice.

Moreover, ordinary people are simply powerless to resist professionals.

boom.

The door was pushed open.

The leader was a kind-looking old man dressed in a well-fitting robe.

He was accompanied by a woman in her early twenties whose face was covered by a mask.

Her eyes were cold, and she looked at Kane with undisguised contempt.

"How is the recovery going?"

The old man asked kindly.

Kane, however, was not fooled.

He knew that this was the person who had bewitched the original owner of the body.

They tricked him into gradually giving up his family, his assets, and even himself.

The voice in my mind instantly transformed into a shout of ecstatic joy:

"Mentor! Help me!"

Kane forced himself to ignore the voice and quickly observed the other person's expression.

Seeing that the old man was completely unaware, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, bowed, and mimicked a fanatical tone:

"Mentor, I've almost fully recovered and am ready to move on to the next step."

The old man smiled gently:

"No rush, take it one step at a time, and you will eventually win His favor."

pet?

Is it the kind where you offer up your body and soul, and then get completely devoured?

Kane sneered inwardly, but outwardly responded with excitement.

He didn't know how convincingly he was putting on an act, but he had no other choice at the moment.

"Shar, take him to get his medicine."

The woman, Shar, glanced at him with disdain:

"Come with me."

Kane nodded respectfully and then followed the woman away.

Step out of the room.

The corridor was lined with worshippers dressed in black robes and with their faces covered.

Upon seeing Shar, they all lowered their heads;

But when their gazes fell on Kane, they revealed different expressions.

The two arrived at a pharmacy.

There was a huge crucible inside.

In the center stood a huge crucible, surrounded by bottles and jars, all containing various remains.

Not only humans, but also elves and other monsters.

A man wearing a single gold-rimmed spectacle looked at them.

After Shar nodded in acknowledgment, the man took out a bottle of murky green potion and said to Kane:

"Drink it."

Kane looked into the bottle.

There appeared to be hair-like things floating in the liquid.

He suppressed his discomfort and did not ask any questions.

The other party smiled and said:

"Want to know what this is made of?"

"No need,"

Kane took the potion.

"For the great Orath, I have no fear."

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Shar's disgust deepened, but the man with the gold-rimmed glasses maintained his smile.

Hair and unidentified debris mixed with a strange taste slid down my throat.

Kane felt a strong wave of nausea.

But soon, an unfamiliar voice rang in his ears, and semi-transparent words appeared before his eyes:

[Warning: You have consumed Sean's (inferior) tonic]

[Energy intake complete, main quest now open]

system?!

Kane was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth almost couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

"Is it delicious?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses looked him over suspiciously.

Oh no, we've given ourselves away.

Kane's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately put on a maniacal smile:

"No, it's the thought of being able to get close to that great being as soon as possible and become one with Him... that makes me excited."

Shar frowned, but the man with the gold-rimmed glasses seemed oblivious, still smiling.

"That's good. I'll prepare more for you next time."

"it is good."

Kane responded with a smile.

"Take him back to his room, and bring him lunch as well."

Shar didn't linger and ordered the two black-robed cultists at the door to escort Kane.

The two men responded and led him away.

This somewhat abrupt arrangement left Kane puzzled.

Back in his room, he sat down at the dining table.

He stared at the knife and fork in front of him, with pork chops and broth beside him, but had no appetite.

Looking at the panel that only has the taskbar:

Main Quest: Confront Death

[Introduction: Death is not the end; only by overcoming it can one transcend the boundaries of the mundane and be reborn.]

[Reward: Immortality]

Facing death...

Kane muttered the mission name to himself, the original owner's constant roars and curses still echoing in his ears.

He vaguely thought that the meaning of this introduction seemed to be that he had to die once first.

Is it really that simple?

He has traveled here and can truly feel everything.

What if death means real death?

This is like a terrible joke.

He lowered his head and looked at the food in front of him.

Despite the constant interference from the voices in his head, he still slowly finished what might be his last supper and wiped his mouth.

"But it seems I... have no other choice."

If he doesn't act quickly, he will only become a sacrifice.

He picked up the knife and held it to his throat.

The frantic voice in my mind finally turned into terror:

"What are you doing?! Stop! This body is meant to be dedicated to the great Oras!"

Kane grinned and smiled.

"Go to hell with you."

A flash of light, and blood splattered.

Kane's vision went black, and he collapsed forward onto the dining table.

The noisy sounds gradually dissipated amidst the unwilling roars.

As life slips away, many images flash before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

Those fragments that once seemed vaguely familiar now finally connect together—

"So I've been transported into a game... Oh well."

He smiled with relief, blood gushing from his throat.

My vision gradually darkened, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

In the end, everything returned to darkness.

I don't know how much time passed.

The flowing blood spilled over the plate and the table, but as if time were flowing backward, it began to surge back, seeping back into his gradually cooling body.

On the table, the body that had been still suddenly moved.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The noisy sounds finally disappeared, and he had never felt the world was so wonderful.

I'm not dead?

He touched his throat—smooth skin.

Looking at the table and cutlery again, the bloodstains had disappeared.

Without a doubt, he has acquired that extraordinary ability.

Without hesitation, he quietly summoned the control panel:

You have completed the mission "Facing Death".

[Introduction: Death is not the end; you have transcended death and attained immortality]

[Immortality Trait: Active/Passive]

[Passive: Automatically triggers when the character's health drops to 0, recovering from fatal wounds but deducting 30% experience; insufficient experience will result in a level downgrade; Active: Accelerates wound recovery by deducting experience.]

He was momentarily dazed, then continued looking.

Immortality...

After carefully reading the panel's description, he felt that he was in better condition than ever before, as if he had taken a long nap.

But the next second, he suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly rolled up his sleeves.

The scab on the wound above had not disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"If the wounds heal, those demon cultists will definitely notice something is wrong."

But this immortality trait seems weaker than he thought. Shouldn't it be fully restored?

The voice just fell.

Right before his eyes, the scabs quickly faded away.

The red flesh turned white, and the wound on my wrist began to heal.

Sensing something was wrong, he immediately cried out in his mind:

stop!

The moment he shouted, only half of the scab fell off, revealing the new skin underneath.

He was relieved.

"It seems that wounds don't heal on their own normally; they only recover when they are under my conscious control."

"That's good, it makes it easier to keep up the lie."

After testing the immortality, he turned his gaze to the transparent attribute panel:

Name: Kane

Main profession: None; Secondary profession: Commoner LV2

Attributes: Strength 8 / Agility 9 / Constitution 8 / Intelligence 13 / Perception 11 / Charisma 8

Race: human

Characteristics: Immortality

Skill: Nordic Script

Rank: Zero

The attribute bar is normal, just like the one he planned in his previous life, imitating the framework of Dungeons & Dragons.

But the interface goes beyond that, it also features special functions designed for different professions, adding depth to the game.

just.

"Too weak."

Kane frowned.

"With such a panel, even if one is immortal, it would probably be difficult to escape alive."

After all, I can't even handle ordinary guards... I must become stronger as soon as possible.

Having made his decision, he turned his gaze toward the door.

"Before that, I need to fool that tutor."