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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!"

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Compass, Part 4

"Shit!" Essenla swore, but Morne could hardly hear her as the entire cavern started to shake and shudder.

Those strange door-flaps on the building-sized mushrooms behind them flew open as hundreds of confused goblins streamed out. They looked around fearfully as the floor shook under their feet, but their bewilderment was soon drowned out by rage as they laid eyes on Morne and Essenla.

They screeched incomprehensible gibberish and pointed their fingers at the two humans, but perhaps because they were afraid of the quaking earth below their feet, they made no move to attack.

But something told Morne that wouldn't last forever.

"Whatever you did, it better wrap up fast," Essenla said, gripping her sword tightly. "We can't take on all of them."

Even as she spoke, the first goblin took a tentative step forward, and when it realized that it could move forward so long as it was careful, a sharp-tooth grin appeared on its face as informed the others of its discovery.