Necromancy System

Unlike the previous space that Tim was in, the particular space that he was in currently was the complete opposite of the previous space.

The room was space was pure white and it was completely visible to Tim. At the center of the space Tim was in was a podium. At the Top of the podium was a floating status.

Tim recognized the type of status it was and hurriedly ran to the podium.

Getting to the center of the podium, Tim saw clearly the status that was displayed. He knew that this was his saving grace in this messed up world that he was in.

He looked closely at the Status and read what was written on it.

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SHATTERED NECROMANCY SYSTEM

Live has not been fair on thy soul.

If it is justice that you seek then it is that same justice that you shall get.

But the justice shall not come at the hand of the living. It shall come from the hand of the dead.

Oh poor soul, thy live cannot seem to find peace.

Fret not, because of the unique condition that you are in. The Undead state.

You have unlocked this old forsaken blessing of fate.

A blessing that was torn and destroyed thousands of years ago, but was restored partially into a different blessing.

Now it is time for you to climb the tower and own the mysterious power behind this blessing.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCEPT THIS BLESSING FOR YOUR ASCENSION?

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Tim literally got chills has he read what was written on the status screen that was hovering over the podium.

Was this some kind of joke?

A shattered necromancy system. Tim had an idea of what necromancy was, but obviously was not comfortable with having one.

The necromancy that he always read about was mostly about summoning the dead and controlling them, but even that had an obvious weakness.

The weakness was that the hero of the story or just anybody with a brain would ignore the undead that was summoned and immediately go and attack the summoner.

The necromancy summoner was mostly defenseless and weak individually most of the times, so attacking the summoner was the way to go.

Moreover, Tim was someone that wanted to feel the thrill of a battle. He did not want some dead and brainless skeleton to fight his battles while he stood motionless or he his.

He wanted to get into the battle physically, he wanted to take blows, dish out blows and all, but with this system that was presented to him. it seemed that all those dreams were about to be shattered.

'Tch. A necromancy system. A shattered on for that matter. This is not good.' Tim thought.

He checked around the room to see if there was an exit out of the room, but there was none.

He really wanted to run out of the room and check if the other entrances were still open. He was already starting to regret the choice that he picked.

'Should I have picked that enhanced entrance that that voice offered?.... No, I made my choice, I would have to bear the consequences of my decision.' He thought.

His eyes refocused on the part of the screen that said he was in an undead state.

'Wait, what does that mean. Does it mean that I am Undead? But I am alive right now.

Or is it because I was killed by that unknown entity? Wait I am undead? I thought I was revived.

Or wait maybe it is my definition of things, yes, I am undead. I was previously dead but now I am not.

I have been made undead by this mysterious power or should I say fate.' Tim thought, rambling on in his mind on the definition of an undead.

He looked at the screen again. He was still sceptical about accepting such a system. At least this time he was given a choice to select the system rather than it being forced on him.

He sighed. It was either he chooses the skill or go back into that world that he transmigrated to powerless. He wasn't even sure that he would return back to the supposed world if he did not accept the blessing.

"At least I am getting a new functional system unlike the one I currently have.

I ACCEPT!" he said, as he stretched his hand and made contact with the screen that was hovering over the podium.

Immediately, the screen turned into dark cloud of smoke and drilled itself forcefully into Tim's head. It was an unimaginable level of pain that Tim's soul faced.

For each black cloud that drilled into Tim's soul, a white corresponding smoke was forced out of Tim.

It was something that he had never witnessed or read about back in his comic and fantasy reading days.

Although he was in severe pain from the amount of pain that he was battling with at the moment, he instinctively knew what was happening.

It was sort of obvious to him. The black smoke represented the Shattered necromancy system while the white smoke represented the system that was suppressed by the unknown being that brought him into this world.

The Shattered necromancy system seemed to be flushing away every single instance of the unknown system that he had.

In pain he smiled deeply. Although it was not the type of start he wanted in a fantasy world, it was a better start than the one he previously had.

This was the second chance that he had. The Shattered necromancy system was the second chance, he could not waste his second chance.

He knew that there was not going to be a third chance. If he died anymore time, then it would mean actual death.

No more revive, no more help. He had to live this his second chance life carefully, but at the same time dangerously. He would never pass up the opportunity to have dangerous fun in this new world.

It did not take long for Tim to eventually loose consciousness from the intense level of pain that he was facing.