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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?

"To hear such crude words from a royal. It's a good thing I'm already dead."

Aaran rolled his eyes, looking at the surroundings. His goblins were wiped out, leaving Brute and one other to fight. As for Cerberus, it was in worse condition than he had thought. But it felt strange.

With the pom-poms supporting them, the goblins should have lasted longer. Yet it felt like they were wiped out instantly.

Brute immediately pointed upwards. He couldn't see Darius but knew his fatal cheering had played an important role in their downfall.

Aaran sighed and shook his head. Maybe he should stop strategizing for his fights. No matter what he planned, things always went sideways, so what was the point of going through all that trouble?

Aaran looked over at the cultists.

It's easy to deal with them.

Making Up The Losses (1)