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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?

Aaran hid in the bushes, waiting for Darius's signal. Since no one could see a ghost, he was the perfect scout. At least in theory.

As usual, several knights were patrolling the border. Aaran had no desire to fight against them and wanted to slip into the Dead Forest as stealthily as possible.

"It's done, little liege!" Darius waved him over.

Without wasting a second, Aaran rushed toward the border. His feet barely made a sound as he ran across the open field. He was about to slip past the barbed wires when a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

Aaran slowly turned around, and sure enough, it was a knight. He looked up at Darius, who looked as shocked as Aaran. He had watched the patrol over a dozen times, but this knight hadn't appeared before.

"This is a restricted section. No one is allowed inside!"

"I—I'm sorry, it's my first time here, so—"

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