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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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Morne used Dark Pulse intermittently over the next two days.

Due to the limitations of his Chimh Well, he had to wait three hours between every fifty minutes of using the Spell, but with nothing else to do on the trip to the Opyek Empire, he sunk himself into this abstract form of training.

It took three sessions of deep introspection for the Spell to reach Eme, allowing him to use it as a Practitioner Spell, and with this advancement came the most important ability of this Spell: the manipulation of life force.

But his Well was still too small to sustain that for more than five minutes, even after it had expanded to a depth at the peak of Small Pond, so instead he spent several more hours familiarizing himself with his own body.

This sounded like something he should already have accomplished, but would someone know that they had kidneys or lungs if no one told them about these organs?