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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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Although Morne had hoped that the mushrooms had survived the death of the Runner, as he was certain that these were the source of its incredible speed, he hadn't expected them to still be so full of life.

Willow was still folding and shaping the life force within the circuits as normal, but as it did that, the previously still blood within its veins roared to life, pumping with vitality and sinking into the flesh of the Runner.

Thin tendrils of life force stretched outward from the bones of the mutant, anchoring themselves to its muscles and brain to later establish a chain of command to allow the Runner to move.

But as if the mushrooms weren't satisfied with this, the stuff running through its veins pulsed, the circulatory system of the Runner bulging underneath its skin like coiling snakes.