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As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.

[Awaiting the gods’ response...]

He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.

[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]

Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.

He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had. 

But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.

Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!

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Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?

Igor sat crowded with stacks of documents on the mahogany desk, waiting for review. The only sound in the room was the faint clinking of porcelain as Donovan carefully poured tea for Igor.

Igor didn't mind the sound. His eye remained on the papers as he signed one document, then the other with practiced strokes. But it seemed Donovan had something on his mind.

Suddenly, Donovan cleared his throat.

"Is there something you wish to say, Donovan?" Igor asked without looking up.

"Young Master Aurelia has once again topped the class, sir. He got perfect scores in both theory and practicals."

Hearing the news, Igor put down his pen. He looked at Donovan before allowing himself the rare luxury of a smile. It was a smile he reserved only for Aaran's accomplishments.

"Of course he did," Igor said, leaning back in his chair.

Fangs