Novel & Cerita Necromancer Game

“I just need to sever the ancient evil’s hold on him.” The Necromancer chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “Oh, young one,” he murmured, tilting his head. “You still don’t understand, do you? That kind of bond—the one between him and the ancient evil—is not simply a curse.” His grin widened. “It’s possession. It’s fate. And it does not break so easily.” Rigel gritted his teeth. “Then tell me what will.” The Necromancer’s gaze darkened. “There is a ritual,” he admitted, voice dipping into something almost reverent. “An ancient one. A forbidden one.”

I was getting impatient, but I knew better than to rush her. “He is quite popular in the underworld,” she finally replied, “but be careful your highness, jojo is a trickster and everything has a price.” I spun around and walked away. He might be a trickster but I am not to be messed with. I hurried back to my home. I had to leave for the underworld now to find this jojo. He might just be the connection I need to find Vico. When I finally lay my claws on Vico, he would regret ever messing with me in the first place. And I will be sure to wipe out the entire Whitlock and the witch that is helping them.

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

In my groggy state, I could still feel the scorching gaze fixed intently on me, and I heard a muffled, indistinct voice whisper by my ear. "I'll keep you around for a few more days—for now." When I woke up again, it was the next day. My little pocket snake was somehow now coiled around the snake-man. He still wore that calm, indifferent expression, but I knew he was not as harmless and docile as he appeared. Who knew how many people he had eaten at this point? "All players, please take note. Congratulations! You've triggered the hidden stage. All players must immediately bring their host families and gather in the clearing by 2:00 pm."

One large display in the far corner cycled through round tags like a stock ticker: CYCLE 301: BLOOD ARENA – RATINGS STABLE CYCLE 302: AUTHOR GRAVEYARD – AUTHOR IMPACT: ELEVATED CYCLE 303: GAME CITY – KEY AUTHOR THREAT INDEX: RISING “Where’s the objective?” I asked, to no one and the room at large. My voice sounded small in the hum. The game usually loved telling us what it wanted. Now, for the first time, there was no big glowing card declaring [RUN] or [FIGHT] or [SURVIVE]. Just machines. And the pillar. The intercom crackled. For a second, I thought it might be broken. The sound that came out was warped, like someone dragging static across an old record.

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

"Did you really not have to kill anyone to gain your power? Like for Necromancers in general, not just you." His question caught me off guard. Why was he stuck on this killing thing? Did they all think we were a bunch of mindless killers? "John, Necromancy isn't something you can buy. It's something we're born with, and I've never heard of a Necromancer taking a life - at least, not outside of the war." He still had that calculating look in his eyes, but our time was up. I watched his dad and the other figures take aim, raising their arms and pointing in our direction.

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

Eric guy it's me onto one of the beds to give me a check up and Lucas put me down on it. However, my eyes are focused on Aliya, “So, why would a necromancer be in the forest? And why would he target you?” Aliya’s smile is cool, “When a necromancer killed something or he spreads his poison, he keeps drawing the dead energy from it. This is where witches and necromancers clash. Witches have the ability to purify the dead energy. Thus, robbing the necromancer of his source of power. When the necromancer kills, he's able to control those bodies. This goes against nature and witches are the most inherent part of nature which is why we cannot allow this to happen.”