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Heretic Mage: Rise of the Dark God’s Necromancer

Death. Servitude. Submission. That was all Morne had known for the past eight years. Everything he had known and loved had been taken from him, and it was his fate to be a slave, passed around from master to master like a disgusting disease no one wanted but everyone received. Soon after, a demon with a tantalizing promise appeared. "I’m here to Anoint you," the demon whispered. "My lord, Jiklok, has deemed you a mortal worth keeping an eye on. And I have another offer as well." The demon offered Morne a path to the power he had lacked in life, a way to seize his own destiny. Necromancy. The things he asked for in exchange seemed... small in comparison. Using his newfound necromantic powers, Morne would inflict on those who did him wrong all he had suffered and more. Those who had destroyed his village would be slaughtered beneath waves of undead, those masters who had sold and traded him like cheap wares would be forever bound to Morne's service, just as they had bound him. He would be his own master. Death. Servitude. Submission. ...... No MC harems are to be found here. If you need that kind of stuff in a story, you won't like this. Currently dropped. If you like this book, consider checking out my other ongoing book. It's called "Crown of Nightmares: Banished to Hell For My Bloodline!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantasy
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Aun-Schools

The guard stopped Morne and ran him through the same questions he went through at Untelneb before waving him in.

Morne went into the first tavern he saw and asked the barkeep where he could hire a carriage to take him to the Opyek Empire.

"South side of the city," the woman said, not taking her eyes off of the cocktail she was mixing. "It'll be expensive considering how far we are from the border. Now if you aren't going to buy anything, I have customers to attend to."

Morne nodded and left, following her directions.

On the way, he spotted a contingent of men dressed all in black, with swords at their hips and grim expressions like they were marching off to war. He tried to go around them, but was stopped by one of them.

"You there," the man said, looking Morne up and down with furrowed brows. "You look familiar."

"Can I help you?" Morne asked.