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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 dungeon appeared a lot different from what Aaran remembered. There were no rotting corpses or scattered skeletons. This time, he had found the dungeon before anyone else.

"I don't have time to dwell on the past," Aaran mumbled. "Gotta get the reward and leave."

But that was easier said than done. The dungeon was one of the many things the gods liked to mess with. With each incarnation, they changed the reward and the riddle to get to it.

More often than not, Aaran had to perform a sacrifice to get the reward. He hoped it wasn't the case this time, as he had no one to sacrifice.

I got those cultists, but dragging them here would be a pain.

He walked deeper under the tree. The red soil had absorbed the mana and was illuminating his path like a guide. But eventually, Aaran hit a dead end. The tree roots held a massive rock tablet with something written on it.

Grimoire