Prologue

Hi there my name is Trent welcome to whats essentially my diary yeah don't judge me. Its not girly or anything, just a dude writing about his thoughts. So let me set the scene for you, summer of 2019 lonely little 15 year old who just got his drivers permit is driving home for the first time when the event known as the "Soul Swap" happened.

In our beautiful technology filled world we had over 8 million people and out of nowhere on June 13th of 2019 all human souls were transferred to another planet much different from ours. Our souls were swapped with the souls from previous inhabitants of the planet. Yeah we were swapped with the previous humans that lived on the planet. Your soul would be placed in a body who had a similar personality as you and also similar age.

So in this fashion human souls were transferred to the beautiful yet gruesome world of magic. This world was like a chaotic game of Dungeon and Dragons. We were put in a planet that had countless conflicts between races. Death was always present in the war between races, there was no escape. In this world we were not above all else like before. We were inferior, weak, suppressed. These races were not idiots without reasoning though. All magical creatures would gain intelligence rivaling humans. The only thing humans had above others was our unity and our determination.

In this new planet humans couldn't thrive, we were weak and suppressed. With the suppression from other races there was 3 million humans. There was not enough people for all the people on earth to swap with. So when souls were being transferred from one to the next some souls were lost, by lost I mean they had nowhere to go and could only exist without a body. Gods guided the lost souls to the afterlife. The way of choosing which souls would stay and which would be sent into the afterlife is still unknown. The only guess we have is the best host stayed. In this new world you wouldn't be placed with the parents from earth, you would just be placed where you would fit. We had no way to even know if our families were alive. Until the gods gave us the ability to tell which of our family members stayed and which were sent into the afterlife.

In this tale of mine I do not get some godly system. I do not gain some godly knowledge. I do not get the favor of gods like others. I am however the unluckiest man on the new planet. For when all others were grieving and crying about the losses of family. I sat there laughing like a mad man. I was put in the body of an orphan. My family weren't on this planet. I didn't have anyone to look after me. I laughed because I found my rotten luck truly laughable. I laughed till my voice died and there was no air left in my lungs. At least that was when it started, but soon I received something beautiful. Welcome to the tale of the Necromancer System and its host.