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The Black Necromancer

Leon Cromwell was hit by a truck and died. He thought he would never open his eyes again, but when he did, it was not what he expected. "What? Black bones?! What's going on? Where am I?!" He had been reincarnated into a world of magic and war! With his new situation, Leon had to find a way to get strong quickly and be able to hold his ground against the countless enemies that will come his way! Follow the black skeleton, Leon, as he explores this new world, makes friends, finds love, and gets down to the bottom of his sudden death. - Please don't forget to vote as you read. Every single vote matters, and they really do make a difference! It's an effortless way to show your appreciation for my efforts. Also, if you're enjoying my work, please share it with your friends and family. It's a great way to support me too! Join my Discord server at: https://discord.gg/uDRMqp562H - Power Stone Goals: Every 100 PS - 1 bonus chapter. Every 100 GT - 1 bonus chapter. Every Super Gift - 1 bonus chapter. Note that the bonus chapters will only be delivered at the end of the week.

Nilo_A · Fantasy
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Rodius felt his spine shiver and his blood run cold. The hair on the back of his neck and arms stood on end as he heard the pained, hopeless screeches of the monsters on the other side of the stone dome that Leon had erected to separate the boss from the monsters outside.

Thud!

The sound of the boss of the floor falling to the floor, dead, turned his attention to the dark haired mage. Jet landed beside the corpse of the boss with an audible sound. His breath was ragged and sweat ran down the side of his face, but the look on his face was one of confusion.

This was the boss, right? Then why did it feel like the real fight was going on outside the dome? The fight had been intense and the boss was very tough. He had only managed to kill it through pure skill and intense bombardments of his special spatial bombs. It had drained his mana levels like water leaking through a basket, but he had managed. Even still, he did not feel fulfilled.