I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 426 426: Which Disaster-Class?

”There were souls,” Jack corrected, his red eyes studying his newest acquisitions with satisfaction. ”And as long as the soul exists, the body can be reconstructed. It just requires power, time, and the proper bindings.”

”How long?” Loryn asked, his analytical mind already working through the implications. ”How long did that reconstruction take?”

Jack checked his internal sense of time. ”Fifty-three minutes from initial binding to full physical restoration.”

”Less than an hour,” Loryn gasped. ”To rebuild fifteen creatures from nothing but their souls. Young master, do you understand what this means? You can recover any bound creature that dies, as long as youʼre able to bind their soul before it dissipates completely.”

{Thatʼs terrifying,} Oscar commented. {An army that can be killed and just... comes back. As long as you have tokens to bind their souls and time to let them regenerate. Thatʼs not an army. Youʼll have created a plague.}

ʼAn army that never dies,ʼ Jack thought back. ʼWhy waste good soldiers just because they died once?ʼ

The fifteen panthers moved as one, forming a loose semicircle around Jack. They were weak right now, freshly reconstructed bodies, muscles that hadnʼt been adequately tested, instincts still learning to function.

But they were bound and absolutely loyal.

Kaedor finally found his voice, though it came out higher than usual. ”Master, why would you want such weak creatures? Even fifteen of them together wouldnʼt be a significant threat to anything actually dangerous on this floor.”

Jack smiled behind his visor, and even Kaedor took a step back from the expression.

”Because they wonʼt be weak for long.”

He opened his system interface and navigated to the Soul Management section.

The fifteen panthers appeared in his list of bound creatures, each one showing its current stats and level.

And next to each entry was an option heʼd discovered during his experiments with the system:

[Creature Enhancement Available]

[Cost scales with target level and rank]

Jack selected all fifteen panthers and accessed the enhancement menu. The system immediately provided calculations:

[Enhancement Target: Level 49]

[Current Level: 20]

[Levels to Gain: 29]

[Cost per creature: 133,500 Death Tokens]

[Total cost for 15 creatures: 2,002,500 Death Tokens]

[Confirm enhancement?]

[YES] or [NO]

”Two million tokens,” Jack said aloud, watching Kaedorʼs face cycle through several expressions.

Shock, disbelief, horror, and finally resignation. ”To bring all fifteen from weak to capable.”

”Master, thatʼs insane,” Kaedor protested weakly. ”Thatʼs nearly three million tokens total when you include the binding cost. You could buy legendary equipment for that price. You could purchase unique-rank artifacts. You could...”

”I could have fifteen Dread-rank creatures at near their maximum potential,” Jack interrupted. ”Creatures that are bound to me absolutely, that can be reconstructed if killed, and that will serve as the foundation for a larger army. Equipment breaks. Artifacts can be lost or stolen. But bound creatures? Those are permanent assets that only get stronger over time.”

He confirmed the enhancement, and his token count dropped significantly once again.

[Purchase confirmed: 2,002,500 Death Tokens spent]

[Enhancing 15 Shadowfang Panthers to Level 49]

The fifteen panthers convulsed as power flooded into them, their bodies glowing with red light as the system forcibly accelerated their growth.

It wasnʼt the slow, natural process of leveling through combat and experience.

Their bodies grew larger, muscles swelling with newfound strength. The reflective scales developed a faint luminescence, making them even harder to track in low light.

Claws extended another inch, becoming weapons capable of tearing through steel.

The transformation took perhaps thirty seconds, but when it finished, the fifteen creatures before Jack were different from what theyʼd been moments before.

[Enhancement Complete]

[15 Shadowfang Panthers upgraded to Level 49]

[New Stats Available]

Jack examined one of the panthers with his Flawed Sight:

[Shadowfang Panther]

[Rank: Dread]

[Level: 49]

[Strength: 112]

[Stamina: 101]

[Agility: 149]

[Vitality: 150]

[Endurance: 170]

[Magic: 75]

[HP: 37,500]

[Mana: 794]

[Abilities: Camouflage, Shadow Step, Acknowledges Enhancement]

Kaedor stared at the transformed panthers, his skeletal jaw hanging open in a way that would have been comical if his shock wasnʼt so genuine.

”They just... they got stronger. In seconds. I watched them grow more powerful than creatures that have fought for decades to reach similar levels.” His voice carried disbelief that bordered on existential crisis.

”Master, what you just did... thatʼs not normal, even by Soul Warden standards. The legends speak of binding and commanding, but this? Forcibly leveling bound creatures through raw power investment? Iʼve never heard of such a thing.”

Loryn moved closer to examine the panthers, his purple eyes analytical as always. ”Young master, if I may ask... What are your plans for these creatures? Fifteen panthers are certainly useful, but they represent a significant investment. Surely you have a specific purpose in mind?”

Jack looked out across the jungle, his enhanced perception tracking through the mist and foliage toward other presences he could feel in the distance.

”These fifteen are just the beginning,” he said. ”Floor Twenty-Three has potential I intend to fully exploit. Kaedor, tell me about the creatures on this floor. Everything you know about the populations, the territories, the hierarchy.”

Kaedorʼs rings clicked together as his mind shifted from shock to his natural role as information broker. ”The floor is divided into three main zones, as youʼve seen. Each zone has its own dominant species and ecosystem. The panthers you just bound are from the jungle zone. Ambush predators that hunt in packs, masters of stealth and coordinated attacks.”

He gestured toward the swamp in the distance. ”The swamp zone is home to creatures adapted for aquatic environments. The most notable are the entities that can dissolve into mist and reform elsewhere. Theyʼre difficult to kill because you have to destroy their core, which is usually hidden in the mist itself.”

”And the wasteland?” Jack prompted.

”Minotaurs,” Kaedor replied, his voice carrying something approaching respect. ”Not the mindless beasts from legend, but intelligent creatures that have adapted to survive constant lightning bombardment. Theyʼre tough, aggressive, and territorial. They organize into small clans, each one controlling a specific section of the wasteland.”

Jackʼs mind processed this information, categorizing and prioritizing. ”What about the apex predators? The ones at the top of the food chain?”

”Three Disaster-class entities,” Kaedor said, his tone becoming more serious. ”Stormfang, which youʼve already encountered. It rules the floor from that massive tree in the center, claiming the right to hunt anywhere it pleases and killing anything that challenges its authority.”

”The second is a creature locals call the Voidweaver. A massive spider has made its nest in the deepest parts of the swamp. It doesnʼt hunt actively, but anything that enters its territory becomes prey. The webs it creates are nearly indestructible, and its venom can dissolve flesh in seconds.”

”And the third?” Jack asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer.

”The Hydra of the Scorched Reaches,” Kaedor replied, his voice dropping slightly. ”It lives in the wasteland, in a section where the lightning strikes are so constant that the ground is permanently molten. Nine heads, each one capable of independent thought and action. Regeneration that makes it nearly impossible to kill. Cut off one head, two grow back. Itʼs the only creature on this floor that Stormfang actively avoids.”

Jack absorbed this information, his mind already forming a plan. Three Disaster-class entities, three distinct populations of useful creatures, and an entire floor of resources waiting to be claimed.

”Weʼll handle the populations first,” Jack decided. ”Build up numbers and tactical variety before challenging the apex predators. Loryn, which group should we target first?”

Loryn considered for a moment, his purple eyes distant as he calculated. ”The Panthers were a good start. Iʼd recommend the satisfied creatures next. If you can bind creatures that can become intangible, youʼll have infiltration specialists that are nearly impossible to stop. After that, the minotaurs are for raw strength and durability.”

”Solid reasoning,” Jack agreed. ”The three subspecies will give us tactical flexibility. Stealth from the panthers, infiltration from the mist, and brute force from the minotaurs. After weʼve secured those populations, weʼll move on to the Disaster-class entities.”

”Which one first?” Loryn asked. ”Stormfang, the Voidweaver, or the Hydra?”