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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?

One sentence destroyed Aaran's plan. He had placed his bets on the dungeon's reward, but now that he had found it, he was told he couldn't use it.

He sighed, fiddling with the flare Donovan gave him. With most goblins destroyed, it was his only hope to get out of there unharmed.

But calling for help would complicate things, and the magic tower would take the grimoire.

"I would be rewarded, but it won't be nearly as good as the grimoire."

[Give it up, boy. It's better to get what little you can.]

"…yeah, it's a shame to leave it here..." Aaran said, staring at the grimoire. "Let's get out of here."

No sooner had he taken a step than another notification flashed before him.

[The Goddess of Salvation looks at the user.]

Aaran smiled inwardly. He wasn't sure his acting would work on her, but it seemed he had underestimated his skills.

Hymn of Strength