Necromancer's Evolutionary Traits Chapter 46 Novels & Stories

She said…I didn’t even held the qualification to wash her clothes for her…. And I had congenital heart disease after all, I was even feebler than a new born baby. She took away my medicine for me and I died from an heart attack. That’s why I feel very sad and depressed when being abandoned… That’s why I feel very disappointed in those people who betrays me… If I can’t live freely, what’s the use of living… So, I decided that I will live myself properly…even if it means destroying the worlds. I will destroy those beasts into thousand pieces who betrayed me and those who abandoned me...” Yu Meng said, her face filled with determination and undisguised resentment flashed through her phoenix-nar

Thе profound transformation that had ovеrtakеn him had еvidеntly bееn orchеstratеd by Nathan to protеct thosе in thе room from harm. Gwеn, still trying to makе sеnsе of thе incrеdiblе еvеnts unfolding bеforе hеr, watchеd in awе as Nathan workеd his inеxplicablе magic. Thе sеnsе of drеad that had pеrmеatеd thе room bеgan to dissipatе as Nathan еnsurеd that thе toxicity had vanishеd along with thе еldеr's transformation.

Lily asked, glaring at him. “None of my creations are monsters, but the next step of evolution and I have created this evolutionary step because dear Lily, Andrew and most of the pack are a bunch of slobbering idiots. Andrew has no right being alpha! I should’ve been alpha, but they denied my right to challenge him when his father died. The elder council laughed at my request. They laughed at me! Said it would be a waste of time for me to challenge him. Of course, I could never beat him with brute physical strength, but I had intelligence on my side,” Xavier explained with a passionate, crazed look in his eyes.

“This uprising is no mere thirst for dominion. At its heart, it is a rebellion against the complacency that has eroded our strength. The world beyond these walls advances with each passing century; we cannot linger in antiquated rituals while mankind forges new weapons, new technologies. We must adapt, or we perish.” From the shadows at the rear, Marcel Bellamy's voice cut in, rich and cautious. “Evolution is a double-edged blade,” he warned. “Our enemies do not slumber. The neko families—swift, cunning, half-blooded descendants of ancient shapeshifters—have sensed the change. Their feline reflexes and uncanny attunement to the mortal realm give them leverage we once dismissed. They prowl ou

Just as I was about to struggle, those strange lines of text appeared again in front of me. [Wait, what am I even reading? Is this supposed to be a tragic historical romance or something way messier?] [To be fair, the setting did mention that the Aphrodisiac Curse can be cured with a blood transfusion, but the person giving the blood has to die.] [Why not have the villainess do it for our girl? If she dies, she can go back to the modern world anyway.]

The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor. My breath actually caught in my throat, and I leaned so close to the screen that my nose almost brushed the cold glass. The terminal had finally found a perfect match, but the result defied every logical law of the modern world. The energy signature didn't belong to a human, and it certainly didn't belong to a dormant shifter or a lost witch. The jagged, erratic pulse matched a dead frequency from the very dawn of magic, pulled straight from a dialect that no living creature even knew how to speak anymore.

She looked nothing like the jolly, old Maymunah who had been talking to them a few minutes ago. "Kuring nelepon ka anjeun ... OH, angin kuat QYEPOE, datang ka abdi nulungan, niup ka tungtung jagat raya sarta manggihan kuring jawaban anu kuring pilari." In all truth, Killian expected some spectacular sight… like books lifting off shelves off their own volition… or at least something in that sense, But there was nothing. The white light in Maymunah’s eyes vanished, but she was still nowhere near normal. With a flick of her hand, the book of spells flew back to its shelf, only to be replaced by another.

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

The ritual bowl at her feet pulsed gently, reminiscent of a heartbeat. The blood within no longer flowed like a liquid. It was beginning to stir. She murmured the ancient words, from a tongue older than any scripture, and the blood began to take shape—first a circle, then the mark of flame. A name ignited in her mind. Adrianna. The final soul. The daughter of Giovanni Moretti.

It all came back to her, but what she didn't understand was why he was here? Nara trying to ask as she felt herself and her witches growing weaker, "why are you here? What do you want?". The necromancer bent down to her level smiling evily, "you see I'll tell you, my powers have a little issue, I'm still strong but I need a little enhancement witch. And your nephew is the perfect sacrifice for this", as he said that Nara grunted trying to get him but couldn't, the necromancer laughed standing up straight and moving around.