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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

With a rattling sound, a heavy wooden door swung open and a man wearing a butler dress walked into a dimly lit, grand looking study room bathed in the warm glow of vintage chandeliers.

As the man walked forward, his polished leather shoes glided across the plush, Persian rug that adorned the floor. The room exuded an air of sophistication, with mahogany bookshelves lining the walls, showcasing leather-bound books and antiques.

In the middle of the room, sat a woman who looks to be in her mid twenties. She had long silver hair that cascaded gracefully over the back of an antique armchair. A porcelain teacup, adorned with intricate floral patterns, was cradled in her hand. Rising tendrils of steam wafted from the cup, carrying the soothing aroma of chamomile tea that mingled with the faint scent of different herbs.

Her green eyes were fixed on the open book before her as she read it while sipping her tea from time to time.

He Is Here (Part 2)