Catalyst System

The Shackled Princess

The sky is still red, the moon always faithfully illuminates the land with makeshift light. On this land, barren land, no trees were able to grow and survive. However, there was a tree towering through the atmosphere of the Abandoned World that was nowhere high, standing firmly in the middle of this plain.

    The tree is an oak tree, there is a creature that inhabits this tree. He's cursed-dryad, Morgana. It was not he who inhabited the tree, but it was because of him. Creatures called dryads are usually considered grand and sacred by humans, this one has a dark history.

    Veroa and his army walked on the barren land, from this height, he was like a drop of ink dripping on a piece of paper. The current direction is in line with where the aok tree is located. He was indeed aiming to go there, because surely he felt very curious about the existence of the tree. In any case, only this time did he see her after all this time inhabiting this world. After all, what he hopes for now is that there are fruits in the tree that can be eaten. All this time, he had only eaten the flesh of the burned monster. Without any seasoning or other flavoring, the hard, smelly meat was forced to eat.

    “Unexpectedly, it turns out this tree is very big!” veroa said feeling surprised after he was with his magic troops reached the foot of the tree. At first, he had indeed thought that the tree he saw from a distance was large, but the size after seeing it from a close distance shocked him. The oak tree is very large, the diameter of the tree trunk is estimated to reach 200 meters higher than the height of the tree can not be estimated.

    “True Master, I also feel surprised” said Zaldot, he agreed with his Master, acknowledged by other magic troops who nodded simultaneously.

    Some time ago, the hydra, which was his toughest opponent at that time, had been defeated. He was killed by a magic attack that had an unusually powerful attack power that was broken by the Veroa skill, the deflection skill. Plus, the hydra that was unable to regenerate its body properly, due to one of its heads that had the ability to regenerate its body was very quickly cut into pieces by Veroa, was severely injured like that, he became very weak. Finally, Veroa got the achievement of “The one last stand” with the prize he got in the form of knowledge about the philosophy of magic and the effects obtained in the form of passive skills, keep alive before the enemy die.

    Sensing his presence, Morgana immediately came out to greet the uninvited guest. Still half-transparent while displaying his form, he immediately attacked Veroa who was admiring the tree in front of him. The fastening of the curse deity physiology magic which was a high-level curse magic that attacked the target's soul directly had now just been launched with Veroa being its magic attack.

    Veroa, who was still amazed by the size of the tree, was not ready to dodge the magic attack. He was hit hard with his entire magic army. Except for Zaldot, the entire magic army immediately fell. Zaldot was still trying hard to call his Master, wanting to know his condition was in such a cursed state. That magic effect, made the target soul isolated from its body, at the same time absorbing its life energy and channeled on the magic user. But, the main target was still standing gallantly and staring at the figure that had just appeared.

    Morgana, seeing the human being who was the main target of her magic attack was like no effect to her feeling shocked. You see, the magic he just cast was a high-level magic that no one of the human species was able to withstand his attacks.

    He slowly came down. After his feet touched the ground, he walked up to Veroa. Her footsteps were so graceful, her curves were ideal, her face shape was beautiful, yet her skin was full of stains, not dust stains or earth fragments or anything like that, but it's a kind of skin disease that makes it look ugly and smells like carrion.

    After the distance between the two was close, Morgana slightly bent her body like a princess to pay her respects to the figure she considered great as part of the human species. Then, he said, “Include, I'm Morgana, the damned dryad species. Would you like to introduce yourself?”

    Veroa who had noticed Morgana felt, behind the curse, there was a dark history of life. Hence, he did not attempt to strike back. After all, the curse magic attack had no effect on him. In fact, when faced with Morgana whose body odor was smelled by her nose, she was even more sympathetic.

    “Greetings, Miss Morgana. I am Veroa Fliff, an ordinary living human who was suddenly punished by a God in Hell, the Garden of Heaven, and ends here” said Veroa introduced himself by slightly bending the body of a prince.

    Before further discussion, Veroa asks Morgana to release the curse deity physiology magic that is still active on her magic army. Curse magic was deactivated. The magicians were still trying to get up in the time after.

And his guess was right. There was a certain reason, why he attacked anyone who entered his territory. However, Veroa did not ask further.

The system screen suddenly appears, displaying tasks that need to be completed.

Task Name: Saving the Cursed Dryad.

Difficulty: -

Time Limits: -

Punishment: Receiving a third sentence up to a predetermined time limit.

Gift: Legend-level Spirit; Return to Cosmic World.

    His eyes sparkled at the second reward that would be obtained if he could complete the task. But, in addition, he did want to save Morgana, if it could be saved. Getting such a task out of the system, meant that he had a chance to be able to free him from the curse that bound him.

    During this conversation, Veroa had been assessing in outline the attitude Morgana had. He felt that the curse was inappropriate for him who had such a gentle demeanor. “Whoever gives him a curse, I must teach him a lesson, even if it is Dewa” he said in his heart, holding a snarl when remembering the case experienced by Morgana. Had it been, the reason Morgana got the curse for no reason, it was certain that she felt it at this moment and was experiencing it. As it should be, he could feel that suffering. If Aethelfaed is not in his soul, what is the power to face punishment from God.

    The look of the face that harbors sadness, pain, and loneliness, behind the stains that cover his skin, looks faint to be seen with the eyes, but when accompanied by a view of the heart, anyone can see the suffering that has been experienced. A species that is immortal, suffering for how many centuries it has passed, Morgana is a very formidable figure. The inhabitants of this world were mostly senseless, others who enjoyed this runyam life, or even some who had the ambition to be able to get out of this world by gathering an army of monsters and breaking through the World Gate. Thus, for a saint creature like a dryad, living in this world, let alone with a curse attached to his body, he must be very tormented, both body and soul.

    Therefore, Veroa did not care about Morgana's skin covered with disgusting stains, he held her hand while showing a strong determination.

“Had been decided! I'll save you, Miss Morgana. Whether you know it or not, whether even if you know but do not want to tell me, I will still save you”