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Super Necromancer System

In a world full of caped superheroes, supervillains, and monsters, Aldrich is worthless. 95% of humanity has evolved to develop superpowers, but Aldrich is one of the rare few that has no powers at all. Because of his lack of powers, Aldrich suffers relentless bullying and discrimination. Society looks down on him as a burden. He is reminded everyday that he is better off dead than alive. Yet one day, at the height of his despair, after Aldrich is spat on, beaten, and broken, when it seems like everything is taken from him, a familiar screen appears in front of him: a screen from his favorite fantasy role playing game giving him the chance to wield the power he has only ever dreamed of. [Welcome, Host. Choose your Class:] [Class: Necromancer selected] Watch as Aldrich rises from weak to strong. From suffering to finding vengeance. From standing alone to commanding undead legions. From mere man to Lord of Death itself. ___ Feel free to hop into my discord to ask me questions about the story, get chapter updates, character images, and more! https://discord.gg/H7eb2CBPrB Chapter update schedule: 1 per day 5-7 Bonus chapters awarded over the week depending on powerstone and golden ticket rankings, up to a total of 14 chapters a week If you end up enjoying the book and want to give me a small tip, then here's my ko-fi! https://ko-fi.com/johndoever

John_Doever · Fantasie
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A Sudden Intrusion

"So, the price I have to pay in order to fight is my soul, huh?" said Alan. He looked over at Adan's giant and menacing figure, and though scared at first, took in a deep breath and nodded. "It's a price I'm willing to pay."

"Good. You have resolve. You're ready to fight." Aldrich nodded to Adan. "Forge a pact with him, one that ensures that his life immediately ends when he's forced to reveal information he knows is secretive about me."

Adan grunted. He towered over Alan and raised his Spirithook in the air, letting it dangle as he clutched it by its spectral chains.

Like this, the hook looked less like a weapon and more like a pendant, a holy artifact that a monk would clutch to find security in their faith.

The hook glowed green, and an aura of a similar shade manifested around Alan.

"You have heard the terms of the pact. Do you accept?" growled Adan.

"I do," said Alan.