Dead Tired 1 (Dead Tired #1)

by RavensDagger

Information, I believe, is to be shared. Mostly with me.

“Necromancy, for all that it once had a terribly black reputation before I used it to sow chaos and destruction across the world, is actually one of the more grounded kinds of magic. Not that someone like you would understand that.”

In order to make a proper manservant of the undead sort, there were a few key ingredients that you needed to have on hand. First, a willing corpse. Now, the fun part here is that all corpses are willing.

Two, I disliked the sky because the sunlight was too bright, the night too dark to read in, and it tended to rain on occasion, which ruined my books.

“I’m not angry. No, no, it would take a lot more than some misinformation and society-wide idiocy to make me angry. I’m merely... disappointed. In you, in the world you’ve created, in everyone that followed along.”

“I must say, your people’s dedication to martial arts is impressive. But growth in martial disciplines is linear. Wizards are quadratic.”

Perhaps by casting Yeetus Annoyus—a spell developed by an old colleague to dismiss certain students of his—to fling her away harmlessly.

I would like to think that I’m no fool. My max Int stat suggested as much, but that couldn’t be relied upon as a be-all end-all for deciding how smart someone actually was.

I’ll admit that I probably should have taken a moment to truly study the intricacies and psychology that led people to act the way they did, but that was time I could better spend learning how to manipulate the basic building blocks of the universe, and that took a bit of priority.

You had all of the infrastructure in place to share knowledge and to uncover some of the secrets to the universe, and yet you never so much as tried.”

"One of the greatest mistakes someone can make, is to accept the truth as being true without first testing the potential for it not being so."

“You know, I should have foreseen that killing all of the major gods would have some repercussions.”

I’d heard someone say that the only two certainties in life were death and taxes. Obviously they had never tried applying an army of the undead to those trying to collect those taxes.

Trust people. But verify that they’re not idiots.

See, I have nothing against organized religion. It’s the gods I have problems with.”

This was beginning to feel like something of a joke. I hadn’t seen such a mercenary system for blessings since I’d visited the temple of Gacha, the god of greedy merchants.

“You’re a madman.” “No, I’m a curious scientist. It’s entirely different.”

“My father wasn’t an exceptional man. But he had his moments. He always told me, ‘Son, there isn’t a problem that you shouldn’t tackle with your wits before hitting it with your fists.’ That stayed with me.”

“I’m not angry about the cultivation thing. Sure, it’s unscientific and silly, but I’m not mad. I am a little angry that society hasn’t progressed much at all.”