Necromancer Dreams of Mechs Chapter 31: Chapter 37

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Chapter 31: Said No One Ever I peaked out of the magical grass with Harold lazily resting on one shoulder, and Highlander in silent agitation. He clearly wanted to complain about my tactic as the future ruler of the universe, but I was nervous. Nearly 2 months had passed since I came to the game world, and I wasn't good with people to begin with, but I at least had Nathan before to keep me in the groove of basic conversation. Now I had a murder hobo on one shoulder and sloth incarnate on the other, both AI consciousness, and clearly not what you call a normal conversationalist as I knew it. I looked over to see Highlander's green eyes glow, trying to bore a hole in the side of my head, and vibrating from needing to speak his tiny metal mind. "I give you permission to speak, but do it quietly," I hissed as I watched the guards that were wearing matching glittering green uniforms as they patrolled up and down the line of wagons. “This camp has less than a quarter of our legion! Why do we not just march in and subjugate the lower lifeforms?" Highlander demanded, and I rolled my eyes. "Do you see the levels above their head? it's already over 200!" I hissed, but the mini-bot just gave me an incredulous look. "So are you! And all of us! You idiot and also supreme ruler!" Highlander hissed back, forcing a surprised look on my face. "Wait, what? Since when, and how do you know that?" I asked, genuinely interested, and getting tired of watching the guards occasionally have a portion of their body get strange cubes of glitching distortion, or they would teleport ahead without notice. "I am your minion, so I can see your level, and it is doing the same thing as those other sacks of flesh, but it is higher by over 30 levels," Highlander hissed, and my face creased into a hard frown as I looked to my other shoulder to see Harold reflective cat face looking back at him with concern, not making my feel good. "What does that mean?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew what it meant, just not what it really meant for me going forward. "It seems that you are not a foreign object in this world, but a working part of it. What does this mean? Besides leveling up with the rest of the world? A very serious problem in some people's eyes that might not be able to be mitigated no matter what we do. If you are really 30 levels higher, even after the game finishes loading the world, the growth rate will be reduced by half, and you won't be able to leave this world until the Elite Prismatic Guards can exceed your level by a factor of 15. The Chosen level cap should be 200, but if you are nearly 240, and the world isn't done loading..." I felt a mix of emotions that started within my normally calm mind. Feelings and thoughts I had been able to ignore until this very moment. The hopeless feeling I would never leave was nothing compared to the thought of never seeing Nathan again or the first girl actually seemed to like me. Both thoughts made my heart feel like a bone hand had a vice grip on my heart. I was used to being alone before I met Nathan, but I had never felt so isolated, and the thought of never talking to anyone again from Earth made the despair worse even if I didn't really care about most. My soul felt crushed, and the feeling was almost too much, but then another thought came. A very strange one that brought a smile to my face. Getting mopey about this wasn't productive, and even if I was stuck here, I was stuck in with magic and the potential for mechs that also considered me a Chosen One. Even if I was chosen to be the enemy of all mankind and beast folk, and I only had one life, I had control of unlife, metal, and bone, along with a slow growing horde and the ability to create gods with nothing more than a thought. This could be worse, but that also made this first contact even more important. Even if I was the BBEG of this world, that didn't mean that everyone needed to be my enemy, or I would have a need for reputation with othe