Lucius, a sickly orphan, dies after the world was plunged into World War 3, and suddenly finds himself in the Middle Ages—summoned by the Heresy Cult as Lord Mors, the embodiment of death. In this Dark Age, humanity has not yet advanced in technology, but he soon discovers the strange and supernatural realities that were never recorded in history. Worst of all, as the new leader of the Heresy Cult, he must now become the enemy of the world and lead mankind out of the current era of chaos. This leads him down the path of atrocities and abominations… marking his grim existence as the Lord Of The Dead. Tags: Transmigration. Reincarnation. Historical Fantasy. Action. Adventure. Magic. Villain. WeaktoStrong. Overpowered. Romance. Dark. Superpowers. KingdomBuilding.
"It's time for the Report."
Lucius sat on his prestigious chair; one almost akin to a throne based on its appearance and overall functuonality.
It firmly stood within the new Headquarters building, having an obsidian blackness that shone like diamonds.
The chair was apparently made using wood, stone and a few other materials, but was created using a particular Spell.
That was what gave it such an appearance as well as the comfort that accompanied it. The seat was warm and soft to the touch.
It was something anyone could spend an eternity seated on.
This was the current throne that Lucius occupied as Lord Mors, and before him were his loyal subjects—or more specifically, the subjects in his inner circle.
It was similar to the way the church had Priests and Apostles, and the Cathars had their Deacons and Bishops.
The only difference was that this was an unofficial position simply given to strategic members of the Heresy Cult.