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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?

The silence of the Dead Forest was unsettling for some but peaceful for others. It was a perfect place for meditation and for... contacting demons.

The Empire didn't think anyone would be crazy enough to make a camp in the deep woods. Yet, some people weren't afraid of the crazy creatures of the forest.

In the center of a clearing was one such man.

Before him stood an altar of bones made from creature and human skeletons. Various skulls were stacked on top of each other, their hollow eyes staring into nothingness.

The man, dressed in tattered robes, kept humming mantras while his fingers traced strange patterns in the air. But the silence quickly disappeared.

Another person ran into the clearing, panting. Upon seeing the man chanting, he hesitated. They'd been instructed not to disturb the abbot while he chanted, but the situation required immediate input from him.

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