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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?

Once outside, Aaran stretched his hands. Although he didn't stay long inside the hospital, he did not like the stuffy feeling it gave him.

"Your Highness, if you'll please," Donovan pointed at the carriage.

Unfortunately, he was being escorted to an even stuffier place: the headmaster's office.

Despite Amara's intervention, Igor wasn't interested in letting the kid rest. In his eyes, the three days he spent in the hospital were more than sufficient. Besides, he had questions he needed answers to.

The two of them got into the carriage, and off they went.

As they entered the room, Aaran noticed the strange hooded figures. He had thought Igor would interrogate him alone. That's why the priests being there came as a surprise to him.

"Don't mind them," Igor said, pointing at a chair. "Sit down."

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