Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 73: The First Thalgrith pt2

---

Then, something surprising happened.

The body of the black skeleton exploded into tiny pieces. A vortex of black and golden energy enveloped all the skeletal fragments. But not only that—

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of devils and humans.

And their bones were not spared.

A small portion of them entered the vortex of energy, which continued to fragment and compress the bones at a microscopic level.

This energy vortex kept spinning and swirling for dozens of seconds before gradually slowing down and fading away like smoke.

And there he was.

Drae’mon, in all his new splendor.

His being no longer resembled a mere pile of black bones.

He was complete. He had a beating heart, living and functioning internal organs. A full body structure built no longer from mere bones, but from Osseoth.

But bones no longer made up his outermost layer.

Over them stretched a black fur, shiny and soft as velvet, glimmering in the sunlight.

Jeremy could sense everything about his new undead. But he knew well that what looked like flesh, organs, and fur... wasn’t truly so.

It was bone.

Every single fragment of Drae’mon’s body was composed of Osseoth, a more advanced material, born from bone, but destined to become something even more incredible.

However, considering it merely as improved bone would be wrong. Each of his organs and tissues had become something else entirely.

They were true instruments of power.

Every single piece of Drae’mon had become a weapon on its own.

"A Thalgrith!"

Jeremy exclaimed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Thalgrith, a bearer of Jeremy’s will, a bearer of the will of the Thal’morion.

---

NAME: Drae’mon

RANK: EX

LEVEL: 230

RACE: Thalgrith

CLASS: Sovereign of Bones

POTENTIAL: PRIMORDIAL

CONCEPT: Osseoth

Main Skills:

[Osseoth, tissues and organs]

---

[Osseoth, tissues and organs]

The material that makes up your body is Osseoth. Every organ and tissue in your body serves a different function.

Your body is a war machine, each part capable of functioning in ways beyond imagination.

---

Drae’mon’s body was small, petite, about one meter in length, including his tail.

His size had diminished, but that meant nothing.

From what he could perceive, the Osseoth that composed him could make anything possible.

Becoming bigger was one of those things—but also becoming smaller, by compressing the Osseoth down to a minuscule level.

From the battle raging above, Jeremy knew he could take his time.

But not too much.

Judging by what was happening, even though Yvanna had hidden such incredible power, Malrik was no slouch either.

"Well then, before I deal with the rest of you," Jeremy said, stroking the head of the small Drae’mon, "I want to see what you can do."

Even though his concept could be defined as revolutionary, part of the credit still went to Cambela.

It was thanks to her Elixir that Jeremy’s concept had evolved to this level.

Again, another of her Elixirs had helped bring about the new Drae’mon.

"Master, this is all incredible!" Cambela approached the little skeleton, who was perched on Jeremy’s shoulders.

The woman’s large eyes examined his every tiny detail.

Drae’mon wasn’t angry about that. He knew Cambela, and he knew it was thanks to her help that this evolution had reached such a level.

"However, I only have one more of these Elixirs. Creating more takes a long time. You can only choose one more undead to empower, for now."

As soon as those words were heard, a certain Aberration growled frantically.

There was only one more chance.

This time, he wouldn’t let the opportunity slip away.

Cambela’s gaze landed on Leo’sol.

She was amused.

Despite the Aberration’s colossal and monstrous appearance, he still behaved like a child.

But he wasn’t the only one with those thoughts.

Watching Drae’mon’s power, even SuperCannon’s eyes sharpened.

However, his behavior was different from his brother Leo’sol. He was milder, more composed.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight.

Knowing Leo’sol’s strength, the two-headed wolf was well aware it would be almost impossible to win against him.

Amid all this, the last arrival, Hero, stood apart.

His transparent body, his wings, and his holy demeanor made him quite... different from the other summons.

He didn’t seem to care about anything.

His expression remained neutral, as always. Sooner or later, his turn would come, so he wasn’t worried about being the first to receive the upgrade.

In truth... Hero desired it very much, but he was the newcomer. He knew he couldn’t receive the enhancement just yet. So he opted to maintain an unchanging and detached appearance.

But it was pointless.

Jeremy could read all their emotions and sensations. But he didn’t mind.

These behaviors made his summons much more than mere constructs. They made them alive.

A satisfied smile spread across his face. His hand had never stopped stroking Drae’mon’s head.

It was incredibly soft.

"First of all—" His voice eased the tension that had built among his Aberrations. "Let’s see what you can do."

His gaze turned to Drae’mon, who immediately understood what to do.

He climbed down from his shoulders and positioned himself in front of everyone.

"Alright, you’re going to have a little sparring match. Whoever performs best will have the honor of evolving first."

Jeremy didn’t need to speak to make his summons understand his intentions.

He did it because Cambela and Aliken were beside him. He didn’t want to treat them like side characters.

Then, raising a hand, Jeremy summoned all the bones from the corpses scattered across the battlefield.

Fusing them together, he created a ring suitable for sparring among his generals.

The ring was square, about 25x25 meters. Not too big, but enough for their clash.

After all, the material that made up the ring was Osseoth—it wouldn’t crumble so easily.

The rest of the Bone Legion gathered around the ring, forming makeshift bleachers.

The sounds of snapping bones could be heard everywhere. The skeletons were cheering. But none were rooting for the Aberrations.

Not for any particular reason—just because Drae’mon was like them.

A simple skeleton.

Of course, he had never been truly "simple," not from day one, and yet he was.

The only undead to have always been ranked as a general without bearing the title of Aberration.

And now, he was about to face the three Aberrations.

Would he be able to win?

Jeremy was truly curious.

The sparring began instantly.

Of course, not missing the opportunity, the first to rush toward the opponent was Leo’sol.

The scene was quite comical. On one side, a colossus at least ten meters tall.

On the other, a tiny, insignificant black speck.

Once he got close enough, Leo’sol unleashed a powerful punch toward Drae’mon, who dodged the blow with ease.

The ring trembled, but did not break.

Not even a crack formed on it.

Jeremy smiled at the sight.

His new concept was truly powerful.

After all, Leo’sol had not held back at all. His dream was to smash the little skeleton to pieces.

Even though now, calling him a skeleton felt reductive.

However, he was still small.

After dodging the blow, Drae’mon aimed one of his paws toward Leo’sol’s flank, but just as he was about to strike, he saw a sharp hand rushing toward him at insane speed.

It was Hero.

He had nothing against the black speck, but a challenge was a challenge.

Since he had the chance to fight for the evolution, he would fight.