Thewhitewalker

Norris, an ordinary man from Earth, unexpectedly transmigrates into a fantastical otherworld—a realm teeming with magic, mythical creatures, and ancient secrets. With his memories intact but his life turned upside down, Norris discovers that he must adapt quickly to survive in this new world. Coming from a lowly background and left with no other choice, Norris turns to the arcane arts and becomes a necromancer—a wielder of dark magic with the power to communicate with the dead and manipulate life and death.

Determined to avoid the pitfalls of involvement and the shackles of destiny, Norris decides to observe the world without becoming deeply entangled in its affairs. He believes that by maintaining a pragmatic and detached approach, he can navigate this enigmatic land without getting drawn into its complexities.

However, as he delves deeper into the otherworld, Norris begins to question whether his objective is truly attainable. Despite his efforts to remain detached, he finds himself drawn into a web of intrigue, power struggles, and moral dilemmas. The necromancer's path is fraught with challenges, and Norris's encounters with both allies and adversaries force him to confront his own beliefs and values.

As he traverses the otherworld, Norris grapples with the blurred line between observation and involvement. Can he truly remain an uninvolved observer, or is his detachment merely a delusion? The more he uncovers about the otherworld's secrets and its inhabitants, the more he realizes that his presence has consequences—both for himself and for the world around him.

"Necromancer Otherworld Directory" is a tale of self-discovery and the struggle to balance power with responsibility. As Norris navigates the complexities of his new existence, he must decide whether to uphold his desire for detachment or embrace the role that fate seems determined to bestow upon him. In a world where every action has ripple effects, Norris's journey will test the limits of his resolve and reveal the true nature of his destiny.

Necromancer's Otherworld Directory

As the carriage door swung open, a tall, imposing figure stepped down onto the manicured grounds of the duke's mansion. He stood at an impressive six feet, his handsome face but slightly pale apperance. However, the allure of his appearance was tempered by the faint aura of melancholy that surrounded him, drawing the attention of those nearby like a morbid fascination.

Dark eye shadow underscored his eyes, a telltale sign of prolonged sleeplessness. His attire, a blend of practicality and mysticism, consisted of worn, earth-toned robes that seemed to be a cross between a warrior's armor and a mage's traditional garb. The outfit appeared designed for flexibility, allowing him to shift seamlessly from combat to flight at a moment's notice. Yet, despite his readiness, his eyes seemed unfocused, lost in thought as if the weight of his own musings had temporarily disconnected him from the world around him.

As Edward approached him, he offered a courteous greeting, "Good day, Mr. Mage. I am Knight Commander Edward, here to escort you to the duke's manor." The mage nodded slightly, his eyes still distant, as he fell into step behind Edward. As they walked, Edward's hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of his sword, a habitual gesture that belied a sudden, foolish impulse to test the mage's reflexes. However, the moment his fingers made contact with the metal, the air around them seemed to thicken, becoming oppressively heavy. Edward's heart skipped a beat as he froze, his hand recoiling from the sword as if burned. Fear and awe warred for dominance on his face as he realized the mage had sensed his movement, despite being behind him. The crushing pressure emanating from the mage was unmistakable – a hallmark of a sublimated being. Edward's foolish notions were swiftly extinguished, replaced by a healthy dose of respect for the mage's formidable abilities.

The unsettling silence that followed was palpable, weighing heavily on Edward as he led the mage through the winding corridors of the manor. The mage's presence seemed to fill the space around them, his aura of quiet power making Edward acutely aware of his own mortality. The sound of their footsteps echoing off the stone walls was the only break in the silence, a stark reminder that they were not alone. As they walked, Edward couldn't help but steal glances at the mage, searching for some sign of emotion or weakness, but the mage's expression remained inscrutable. The silence continued, unbroken, until they finally arrived at the door to the duke's study.

Prologue