FullMoon Necromancer

"Ugh, where is this?"

Mizar woke up in a rundown room with water dripping on his chest from a hole in the roof. The whole room felt like it was demolished in some kind of earthquake. There were wooden planks nailed on the window to prevent the chilling winds of the night. There was no furniture in this room. Only a tattered blanket with holes in it. His whole body was covered in bruises and a pool of dried blood is on the floor.

The last thing he remembered was a huge explosion with people running for their lives. When he recovered from the shock of the explosion, he saw his stepfather also running for his life. Mizar hated his stepfather very much. He was one culprit in killing his real blood father. On the surface, he used to show care and love for his father, but he was a hypocritical bastard. If Mizar had not seen him kill his father, he would never have believed that he was the killer.

At the moment of chaos, he killed his stepfather. But before he could feel the happiness for killing one of his father's killer, the explosion got to him.

"Damn. I couldn't get al- ugh"

Memories foreign to him kept pouring into his soul. He was in such a pain that it felt like someone was scratching his head from the inside. It went on for about 10 minutes before it finally stopped. Such intense pain for 10 minutes, not anyone could handle that. If he had only a little willpower and focus, he wouldn't be alive till the age of 21 with all the suppression and schemes from his stepfather.

"So I reincarnated into this Okha Continent, Well this is like my previous world filled with magic"

"I incarnated in the body of this boy named Kans. What a pitiful life this boy had lived. Sigh, at least incarnate me into the son of some rich guy. Although I had low aptitude in my previous life, it shouldn't be that low in this life." He tried to sense his aperture but couldn't sense it no matter what.

"So it was like this! People here don't store their mana in their aperture but directly absorb it from the surrounding. They don't have the technique to open their aperture at all. Or it can be that the previous owner of this body hadn't heard about this technique at all."

"Ouch. This Kans, what a pussy douchebag. Living like this even though he was the son of the previous clan head. He doesn't even have the guts to ask for some mana stones in the clan, afraid of someone bullying him. It's not even entirely his fault, everyone who had a grudge towards previous clan leader vents their anger on him but some help him too. But this douchebag tries to exploit everyone that tries to help him, so now no one tries to help him. Even servants bully him."

Mizar got up and walked towards a cracked mirror that is hanged on the wall opposite to where he was lying. On the mirror, he saw the face of a 17-year-old boy. The boy was average looking with dark like abyss eyes with slanted eyebrows and a short and slightly pointed nose.he had long hair that reached up to his shoulders and hinted grey colour when sunlight was dropped on it. He had a slightly thin waist and underdeveloped body for his age, which was probably because of his poverty-stricken life.

Suddenly, he heard a female A.I. voice in his head.

[System Criteria Fulfilled]

[Welcome user to FullMoon Necromancer System!]

"Wh-What is this?!" It was the first time Mizar had heard of anything like this and that too directly in his head. He thought it was some powerful mage communicating telepathically with him. Someone from the modern-day earth could recognize it as a system is seen in many novels. But Mizar was from the magic world. He had heard nothing like system or MMORPG game or anything.

[FullMoon Necromancer System is a system designed by an immortal mage to make you the No. 1 necromancer in the entire world."] The system A.I. replied in a cold voice.

"How can a voice in my head make me the No. 1 necromancer?"

[This system is not a voice in your head, but a meticulously designed technique by an immortal mage. The technique gives you certain tasks for corresponding rewards and experience points or exp which helps you in your journey of the necromancer.] The A.I voice replied in which seemed like a little angry voice.

"What are the experience points?"

...

"What are levels?"

...

"What are stats?"

...

"What is class?"

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"What is Inventory?"

...

Mizar was like a person who played his first MMORPG game. He kept on asking the questions.

"Say aloud or in your mind status window to view your status"

"Status window" A translucent window appeared in front of Mizar.

"Hey, can everybody see this?" Mizar asked in an anxious tone as he was worried that others might know everything about him.

[No. Only you can see it.] The system replied in a cold voice.

On the status window, different information could be seen with a mini Mizar.

Name: Mizar Level: 0

Strength: 6 Intelligence: 6

Agility: 7 Mana Points(MP): 3

Vitality:4 Health Points(HP): 14/60

Sense: 5

Class: Basic Necromancer (Default) (Locked)

Skills: Endurance (Lvl.1) [Passive]

{4% less loss in HP while getting hit}

Dagger Skills (Lvl.1) [Passive]

{10% more damage dealt when wielding dagger}

Title: The one who knows two worlds

{Mastery of skills is 25% faster}

Item Buffs: None

Stats Points: 0 Mastery Points: 0

[Remarks: Do some tasks you loser]

"Really! A loser? I just transmigrated into this world," Mizar complained to the system.

"Let me see what's in my inventory," He thought as he said in his mind "Inventory"

Inventory:

None

[Collect some items, you're a loser for nothing]

This time he ignored the comment after getting no reply earlier.

"Hey, who is this immortal mage that made the system?"

"You aren't authorized for this information," The system replied in a cold voice.

Before Mizar could say anything he heard footsteps coming his way.

BANG.

The door was sent flying by a kick.

"Even if no one helps him he is still the previous clan leader's so- you said he was dead, does this look dead to you?" The middle-aged man was standing in front of the broken door. The sunlight was coming from behind him so his whole body was dark, but you could still make out the red robe and scar on his face. He was Kans's Third Uncle who stood in opposition to Kan's father. You could see that he hadn't come for a friendly talk or something.

[High Hostile Intents Detected Towards Host ]

[ Task #1 - Eliminate the threats.]

[ Reward: Gain class related skill]

[Eliminated: 0

Remaining: 3]

"Perfect. Now let me try this FullMoon Necromancer System"