Godless_

Ian Night’s life was a joke—until it wasn’t.

Betrayed, discarded, and left with nothing, he welcomed death when it came. But fate had other plans.

Reborn in chains, Ian awakens as a slave in a world where power is dictated by bloodlines and magic. 

While others wield fire and lightning, he is given dominion over something far more absolute: Death.

With every slain foe, every stolen soul, and every corpse bound to his will, Ian will carve his way from servitude to supremacy.

He will rise from the dirt. He will shatter his chains. And those who once cast him aside will learn what it means to fear the dead.

[Ability Unlocked: Soulbind – Bind the fallen to your will.]
[Absorb strength of fallen soul?]
[New Trait Acquired: Gravewalker – The dead whisper, and you listen.]

Kingdoms will tremble.
The weak will kneel.
And Ian Night will never be a failure again.

Or, like most in this cursed world, he’ll die trying.

Rebirth: Necromancer's Ascenscion

The door creaked shut behind Ian, the cold air slicing skin. For a moment, the room was silent—tense and uncertain.

"This a sign," one of them muttered. A hunched brute with scarred knuckles and rotted teeth. "Shouldn't have let this bastard walk outta here anyhow…"

He pointed at Ian, thinking the gold has been hidden in his clothing somehow.

"If we all split that there gold he's holding," the brute continued, voice gaining momentum, "we'd all have more money than our entire generations. No more piss jobs. No more sleeping in muck!"

Weapons emerged from beneath cloaks and tattered coats—shortswords, clubs, old axes, broken spears.

That intoxicating promise of coin and a better life clouded all good sense.

"Nothing wrong with dying ambitious," he muttered.

The Crimson Price