The_Broken_Author

'Death' It was meant to be the end, but it brought a new start.

After a destructive nether storm consumes his world, Jack finds himself face-to-face with a powerful being who tasks him with a mission he can’t refuse.

 Reincarnated as Asriel—the most tragic, doomed character from a novel he once read—Jack’s frustration grows: "Damn it, why this fool?"

Now, he must navigate Asriel's cursed life, facing relentless supernatural beings that threats him with a single hope:

[Necromancy System Activated!]

[Ascend as the Ruler of the Undead!]

But can Jack rise above Asriel's fate, or will he, too, fall prey to the shadows lurking in his new world?

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The Genesis Of A Necromancer

The figure materialized behind Jack with eerie silence, its appearance chilling and otherworldly. His face was an expressionless mask, as if carved from alabaster, with eyes as dull and lifeless as a dead man's. From the corners of those eyes, thick streams of black matter oozed downward, resembling tears of darkness. His pallid skin caught the dim light, making him appear less like a man and more like a specter pulled from the abyss.

He didn't move, didn't speak—merely waited, an empty shell of obedience awaiting a command.

"Is this…?" Alisha's voice was barely above a whisper, the words catching in her throat as she took a cautious step back.

"Yes, it's him," Jack replied curtly, cutting her off before she could fully voice her question. His tone was cold, devoid of any sentiment.

He turned his attention to the figure. "Shoot."

A weakened angel.