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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?

[OF COURSE I AM! You think I won't recognize myself?]

Aaran didn't want to question Dread's sanity, but how could it be possible? Lucien had told Aaran that he had hidden Dread's corpse in a secret location before sealing him in the orb.

His father wasn't one to half-ass such important stuff. That's why Aaran was shocked.

Who could've found Dread's resting place without raising an alarm?

[Boy, this might be selfish of me to ask. But recover my corpse… I beg you.]

Aaran nodded. He wasn't planning to let it go, either. At the moment, Dread was his strongest undead, but he was useless because he did not have a body.

If he were to get his original body… then Aaran could only imagine how much the legion would grow.

But how to get it? With one look, Aaran knew hypnotizing the abbot wouldn't work. He was too obsessed with the altar and the demon he served for his mind to think about anything else.

Go Ask Your God