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Necromancer Of The Shadows

"I should have stayed home and played video games." This was Ray's last thought before darkness engulfed him after he was hit by a car. But surprisingly, instead of finding himself before the gates of hell after dying, Ray found out he was transmigrated into another world. The world Ray was transmigrated to was called Arora World, a place where you can use different kinds of skills, magic, and even acquire powerful classes. Ray found himself in the body of a young boy named Evan, who was studying in a hunter academy after awakening his abilities at the age of fourteen. At first, Ray was happy that he was transmigrated into the body of someone who had awakened his abilities and could use the magic he always wanted to use. However, as Ray went through Evan's memories, he finally realized that everything was not as simple as he had expected. Evan had a unique physique that didn't allow him to increase his power like other people. Because of this useless unique physique, Evan was the weakest hunter in the entire academy. And that was not all; the more Ray looked at Evan's memories, the more he realized just how troublesome his situation was. "I know I entered this body without buying a ticket, but isn't this too much?" Ray said in a depressed voice after going through Evan's memories. Will Ray be able to survive in this new world? Is the physique of his new body really useless? Join Ray on his adventure to find out.

Zero_writer · Fantasy
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Leaving The Tomb (Part 3)

Evan entered in black smoke and noticed that the area covered in smoke was an altar, similar to the one from which the half-golden and half-black pillar of light was emanating.

The floor of the altar was made of the same stones, and the only difference he could see between the two altars was the runes engraved on them.

Unlike the altar from which the black and golden pillar of light was coming out, this altar looked more complex, with its entire floor covered in runes.

"What kind of altar is this?" Evan muttered in a low voice as he examined the multitude of runes that covered the hard floor of the altar.

Evan was paying close attention to his shadow undeads, who had entered the altar before him and was using his shadow senses to check on them from time to time.