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"I should have stayed home and played video games." This was Ray's last thought before darkness engulfed him after he was hit by a car.

But surprisingly, instead of finding himself before the gates of hell after dying, Ray found out he was transmigrated into another world.

The world Ray was transmigrated to was called Arora World, a place where you can use different kinds of skills, magic, and even acquire powerful classes.

Ray found himself in the body of a young boy named Evan, who was studying in a hunter academy after awakening his abilities at the age of fourteen.

At first, Ray was happy that he was transmigrated into the body of someone who had awakened his abilities and could use the magic he always wanted to use.

However, as Ray went through Evan's memories, he finally realized that everything was not as simple as he had expected.

Evan had a unique physique that didn't allow him to increase his power like other people. Because of this useless unique physique, Evan was the weakest hunter in the entire academy.

And that was not all; the more Ray looked at Evan's memories, the more he realized just how troublesome his situation was.

"I know I entered this body without buying a ticket, but isn't this too much?" Ray said in a depressed voice after going through Evan's memories.

Will Ray be able to survive in this new world? Is the physique of his new body really useless? Join Ray on his adventure to find out.

Necromancer Of The Shadows

The black flames in Valtair's eyes returned to being purple, and the soul-chilling aura around him disappeared.

"That power.....Master," muttered Valtair, trying to control his excitement. Even though he was not sure what just happened, he just felt the power of the true conceptual energy of death a moment ago, and he knew there is only one person who can possess such powerful conceptual energy of death.

"How is this possible?" The figure within the Void said in disbelief, looking at the vast area of ​​destruction caused by death flames. "He is still not here, then how can he help him?...no, it is impossible for him to do something like this. There must be something that I don't know. There is no way he can help him enhance the conceptual energy of death to this degree."

The eyes of the figure turned cold and he looked at Valtair who was still standing at the same place mumbling something.

When did I give such a good name to my shadow undead? (Part 1)