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

Jeremy stood at the foot of the towering structure, its surface impossibly dark, swallowing the faint light of the cursed city. The skeletal hand holding the open eye carved into the massive doors seemed almost alive, watching him, waiting.

The Archivist stepped forward, its many glowing eyes reflecting ancient knowledge. "This place is older than you can comprehend," it whispered.

Mordis remained silent, his blackened bones tense, twin weapons at the ready.

Jeremy exhaled. "Let's see what's inside."

The door groaned open at his touch, revealing a void of darkness.

Then, something whispered from within.

Jeremy took a cautious step forward, feeling the weight of the unnatural silence pressing down on him. The walls pulsed faintly, as if they were breathing.

The air was thick, filled with an unseen presence, something ancient and watching.

A low wail echoed through the darkness.

Jeremy's pulse quickened. "Something's here."

Mordis took a step ahead, his movements silent, deadly.

The Archivist shifted uneasily. "No… something is awakening."

From the shadows, figures emerged.

Echo of Despair: Causes all who hear their whispers to hallucinate.

Shadow Step: Moves through darkness instantly.

Life Reversal: Each wound inflicted weakens the victim and strengthens the Servant.

Jeremy staggered, gripping his head.

Turn back… turn back… see what lies beyond…

He lunged forward, vanishing into the shadows.

His sword struck deep into the Servant's chest—

Instead, its body twisted as if it had no bones, and its eyes locked onto Mordis.

Black claws pierced through Mordis' chest.

The Archivist moved instantly, a barrier of webbing shielding Mordis.

The Servant hissed, recoiling from the touch of the magic.

Mordis stumbled back, his body shaking.

The shadows trembled. The Servants flinched.

From the darkness, black chains erupted, wrapping around the creatures, crushing them under their weight.

His sword tore through the first Servant.

The Archivist unleashed a wave of energy.

Jeremy exhaled as the last Servant collapsed into dust.

The silence returned, but now it felt heavier.

Jeremy looked at Mordis. "Are you alright?"

The skeleton warrior nodded, but his hands were still shaking.

Jeremy's jaw tightened. Even Mordis was affected by those whispers.

The Archivist moved forward. "This tower… it was built to contain knowledge that should not exist."

Jeremy followed, scanning the dark hallways. The deeper they went, the worse the atmosphere became.

Strange symbols lined the walls, pulsing faintly.

Then, at the end of the corridor, they saw it.

A massive book, floating in the center of a vast chamber.

Jeremy stepped forward. "This is it, isn't it?"

The Archivist clicked its mandibles. "Yes. The Book of the End."

A low, guttural growl reverberated through the tower.

The shadows coalesced into a monstrous form.

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