Okoron

Jeremy Romano woke up in another world and have to fight for his life to stay alive. 
Well, at least he has super OP skills, so he's safe.
Follow the path of the Negromancer and expect everything. 
Like an OP character, he has a broken sense of humor.
Give this novel a try, it's fast, easy to read and funny. At least to write.

This is my very first time trying to write a book and I'm both excited and scared, so I will accept any tips from u all!!

Necromancer of Uniqueness

The wind howled through the silent streets of the dead city. Every building seemed carved from shadow itself, the walls black as coal, skeletons of a forgotten civilization.

Jeremy wiped his forehead, still sweating from the battle against the Hungering One. The air here was strange—not just cold, but devoid of life.

The Archivist moved beside him, its thin legs barely touching the ground. Its many eyes observed everything, as if it could see beyond the veil of reality.

"This place was once the heart of a civilization..."

"Yes." The spider tilted its body slightly. "But the past never truly dies."

A sense of unease settled in Jeremy's chest.

Mordis walked a little ahead, his silent steps on the dark pavement. The lack of light in the city didn't bother him—he was the shadow.

Jeremy clenched his fists. "What is it?"

Mordis slowly turned. His blue eyes burned intensely.

Jeremy felt a chill run down his spine.

From the cracks in the buildings, from the narrow alleys, from the collapsed rooftops—figures emerged.

Skeletons. But not ordinary undead.

Their bodies were wrapped in a violet mist, their flesh black as obsidian, and in their hands, they held impossible weapons.

Some wielded broken spears, others great swords, and others still had claws of darkness.

"Turn back… turn back… turn back…"

Jeremy swallowed hard. "Archivist. What the hell are these things?"

The spider didn't look away. "Void Guardians. Remnants of those who saw too much."

Jeremy gritted his teeth. "Great."

Voracious Darkness: Drains life energy with every strike.

Spectral Step: Can move through shadows, avoiding direct attacks.

Whispers of the Void: Those who listen for too long lose their sanity.

Jeremy felt a shiver crawl down his back.

"They're level 22. As tough as Mordis. This won't be easy."

Mordis twirled his blades between his fingers. "Good."

Jeremy smirked. "Alright. Archivist, trap them. Mordis—cut them to pieces."

The first Guardian lunged forward, its spear thrusting at insane speed.

Jeremy barely dodged, feeling the air whistle past his face.

He appeared behind the Guardian. His sword sliced through it—but the body reformed instantly.

Jeremy clenched his teeth. "Damn it!"

Another Guardian appeared at his side, its claw of darkness slashing toward him.

The air around the Guardian twisted, and its body began to corrode.

His attack struck twice in the same instant.

The Guardian screamed without sound. Its body crumbled into nothing.

The Archivist moved its legs, and a web of energy stretched across the street.

The Guardians slowed down, their movements becoming unnatural.

Black energy exploded from his body.

Mordis slashed from the shadows, erasing enemies before they could react.

The Archivist trapped them in time itself, preventing them from reforming.

Jeremy unleashed waves of death, draining what remained of them.

Jeremy was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Yes. But the worst is yet to come."

Jeremy turned toward the center of the city.

One building stood above all the others.

A black tower, with a symbol carved into the door.

A skeletal hand holding an open eye.

"Inside that place… we'll find the answers."

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