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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?

"I can't interfere with the living for long."

Aaran sighed. It was the most annoying thing about using Darius. As a ghost, he couldn't constantly interfere in the world of the living. There were both time and action constraints.

Since Darius had physically harmed the abbot, he couldn't do much for long.

"Hold on for a couple more minutes," Aaran replied, looking at his vault interface. "I'm preparing something."

"I see… Is that why the marshmallow isn't talking?"

Aaran glared at him, but Darius laughed. The night kept getting better for him. However, Brute was not pleased after seeing Darius there and angrily pointed at him.

It looked like he wanted Darius gone. But as usual, Darius interpreted it as something else.

"Haha, hand me those shiny things again, little liege. It appears Brute can't wait for me to cheer."

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