Arc The Necromancer: Chapter One

Arc is my name; I'm that kid at your high school or college that always wears black, has trust issues, looks okay, but personality is shit.

I hate people.

Then one day I wake up and become a dimension hopper.

What is that you might ask?

Ever watch a movie, an anime, or read a book? I can hop into them.

Any time-line, however only once; I don't have time powers.

If I leave and go to another universe, time stops and will continue if I go back as time is weird like that.

If I die, I get reborn in my 'queue'. I just think of a queue and say or think ' queue set-' list the worlds or universes, then bam! If I die in a world I can't go back as cosmic law bans me like a hacker in CS:GO.

I'm effectively immortal unless someone fades me from existence. Or destroys my soul etc. There were a bunch of other rules and stuff like cosmic laws and don't kill MCs but I just said fuck all that.

Like everyone says; "When God and Anime is on your side, nothing is impossible."

At first, I wanted to be a hero. I went to My Hero Academia as my first jump. A fun up-beat anime I like.

Turns out it was full of shit.

Stain and all them; they were right.

The show never really showed the bad part of heroes. Lots of arrogant bigots who thought themselves the next god-emperor of their city block.

Sure, there were good and cool heroes, but you can't ignore the bad. At that time, I had no clue and just for shits and giggles reincarnated myself into a fucking baby. I chose to be reborn as an orphan, I can choose some specifics to make my appearance more 'seamless'.

I didn't want a family, because then it shortens my list of quirks, I want something unique.

Don't want to just teleport into U.A and be like 'Make me a hero!' without them getting freaked out.

Plus, I needed a quirk.

I just spun the wheel, and hoped I got a useful quirk. I did. I was thinking of an offensive quirk and I got one. I wasn't into that Midoriya crap where I would kill myself in any fight.

Turns out I do kill myself when I use my quirk, and I did kill myself.

I have no idea what got me my quirk however it was exactly like an Overlord ability. The anime Overlord, not the game one.

It was the ability to control, store, and use negative energy. It was a one-way ticket to Lichdom.

When I found that out, I immediately wanted to get a blowjob. I was four.

Becoming an edgy skeleton was odd.

The matrons found it odd that I was becoming pale, and skinny. I ate well, I didn't have any sicknesses, I ran around because there was literally nothing else to do than shit yourself.

Doing so for one and a half years is humiliating and you want nothing more than independence.

Then flesh started to fall out. It started with my wee-wee. Poor wee. Then my lips, ears, and my face was starting to become gaunt.

They were worried. Understandable, however I just went to the bathroom and ripped my skin, and rotting flesh off, it didn't hurt, and flushed it all down the toilet.

Then I took a towel, and bleach and then bleached my skeleton. When I came out everyone screamed and ran around. I could oddly hear, speak, smell. Taste was gone. So was touching.

I would know when something was on me, but I no longer felt heat or cold, same with pain. It was humbling, scary, and awesome.

Another thing is that I gave no fucks.

In my previous life I was restrained by human laws, morals, and shit. Now I'm a skeleton with extremely little emotion, no way to show emotion, and am wanting to become a hero.

I was starting to lean to the villain side.

Then I decided I would give being a hero a shot and if they disappointed me, I would give them the middle finger and create an undead army somehow, and slaughter the entire school.

Now, I was a fully-fledged lich, I started to use Negative energy; after the whole pandemonium of the orphanage.

They listed it as a mutated quirk, or something, I didn't listen and just blew through their tests for any problems and acted like a child perfectly. Thank god for the drama class.

First test I had was Shikotsumyaku, or better known to you English fucks Dead Bone Pulse.

A Naruto Universe bloodline of Kimimaro. I had full control and the ability to shoot, reinforce, bend, and sharpen my bones.

Step one; learn martial arts.

Second test; if provided with a body; for example, a chicken carcass, I can resurrect them as my loyal and forever undead minions. Typical necromancer stuff.

All I needed was some genetic material and then I could grow perfect clones of skeleton chickens, It was exhausting as it required mental energy to bind and control them so I only got twenty until I got a headache.

I am so learning biology to see if I can create undead chimera.

Test number three; I went and bought a book; a nice, large, sturdy book. It had like two-thousand pages, and they were the thick kind.

If you ask where I got the money, I asked for an allowance, and as I was a five-year-old undead they felt pity for such an unfortunate soul, so they gave me money.

While I might be going for a hero gig, I also stole a bunch of money, as a pro pickpocket. It was easy, slip some negative energy in someone's head and they get distracted, shitty thoughts of work, girlfriend cheating on someone, the usual stuff.

Then I just slip my hand in and take a wallet.

I also got a robe; dark black vestments to hide my unholy body, I got one that shadowed my face perfectly, and if someone shines a light at my face, then I have a veil covering most of my face, only my eyes showed; speaking of them they glowed!

Time to clear the necromancers bad name. Using my newly dubbed 'Grimoire of The Cold Heart' I wrote all my spells and the formula to do them; Like the hand signs, yup I do hand seals like in Naruto and doing the Ram seal makes negative energy easier to control.

Time went on and I grew up, I went to school, martial arts classes; it was funny seeing the instructors when I dropped my robe; nice try fighting a mother fucking skeleton!

School was also funny, teachers asked me to drop the robes and I acted like it was a terrible mutation with my quirk; but you know teachers, stick-up the ass no jutsu, infamous jutsu of the Hyuuga and Uchiha clan.

So, when I dropped the robe to reveal a skeleton undead lich lord badass; I had Dead Bone Pulse to make my frame look like a demon skeleton; everyone freaked out.

If you are wondering what I looked like, I looked like a mini Ainz or Momonga; but with blue flames, not red, I also had an orb floating in my chest but no one knows that; for Momonga that was a world item, for me it was my literal heart.

I was so scary bullies never tried anything, who would bully a dead person; a sick fuck that's who.

The academic part of school was interesting. The reason was there was a skill in Overlord that Momonga had. It was called dark wisdom, and it allowed him to learn up to 750~ spells, I have something like it.

If you look at the Naruto Universe; all the Geniuses like Itachi or Shishu, even fucking Kakashi, all had a gloomy dark dreadful past. All the up-beat characters had, like Naruto, was hard work which made no sense, so I brood my way through school.

It's like hating a math problem or being so sad that the universe bends its will to give you the answer. It's not that dramatic but I just stare at a problem for three seconds and it becomes easy. Dark Wisdom = OP.

The Grimoire of Cold Heart was got saturated in negative energy it became an actual grimoire with semi-sentience.

We became like Dog and Man, the moment we found a way to communicate. Best buds through thick and thin, but he, as his designated gender, knows his place.

Of course, I knew he was using me, so I went and learned Kanji, Latin, and Norse Runes. I was planning to learn Dark Fuinjutus.

I took to it like a fish in water. More like a Uzumaki in a sea of ramen, but you get the point.

Dark Wisdom filled in the gaps and I became the first dark enchanter the world has ever seen.

I enchanted my book with magical amplifying runes, slave runes, and locking runes, and if someone tries to force it open, lets just say Tsukuyomi but amplified to the point the soul shatters.

Nobody but me can use my Grimoire, it's a slave and must answer and obey my will, and it's a magical artifact that acts as a secondary power source if I ever run out of what I now dub as Dark Mana, and it also amplifies Dark Mana to do two times what I was doing.

Like my basic spam spell Dark Bolt, a blast of Dark Mana at full force can crack concrete and snap trees like branches, if I use this it can warp steel and level entire buildings if fed enough. That's just a spam spell.

Speaking of my reserves, I have like ten-tailed jinchūriki levels.

Near endless because no-one in this world uses it as a energy, and cities are like festering grounds for negative emotions.

The next thing I needed was a staff.

I didn't have gems so I improvised and grabbed a good-sized branch.

Got a carving knife, I was thirteen then, plus I can Dead Bone Pulse myself into a suspicious man who wears black robes.

As I have no voice box, I can also modify my voice to suit my needs, to dark overlord, innocent child, and grown man.

I made it look like a staff, but the point where it is handled is curved into itself, making it spiral. It came up to about four and a half feet.

I could be any height, but I was going with my Momonga/Ainz Ooal Gown theme, so I stuck at around six-five when not in my child persona.

Moving on, I wanted to craft the perfect magical staff. I had the amplifier, now I needed the laser focus. No more hand seals!

Going into my 'room'. The matron found that if a couple wanted to adopt a skeleton boy then they were not strait in the head.

So, they got me my own room, and I edged it out. Darkness galore, candles, books on anatomy and biology, and a depressing and creepy atmosphere.

I went out to get a large sheet that was stuffed into a corner. It is the canvas for my Portable Dark Enchanting Table.

Draw a pentagram, some gravity seals for visual effects, tis and tat, then boom! A glorified dark mana infuser.

Put the staff inside the center, and start pumping mana while controlling it to draw seals inside the wood with mana.

If a fuinjutsu master saw what I'm doing they would scream at me for trying to nuke the place. Or open a gate to hell.

With all that energy if one thing leaks or something goes wrong then boom! We got a ghost city full of undead, spirts, and other abominations of nature.

However, I'm not such an amateur and did it correctly inscribing hundreds of runes on the wood and infusing it with dark mana turned the unassuming branch to a crooked dark warped staff.

It had hundreds of words in Kanji, Norse Rune, and Latin.

A masterpiece of enchanting.

I grabbed it and using a spell that I call 'Wraith Form' I turn into Voldemort as a cloud of dark gas consumes my form and I fly through the gaps under my door.

I leave the city, and go to a nice remote training ground I made my own.

It also has Dark Mana receivers, a stick with enchantments, so even if I am far away from a city, as long as these are up, I can have my Juubi level mana.

Without the city I am pretty weak, just a really damn good necromancer.

I picked this universe as a starter/tutorial setting. The strongest person around, who is All-Might and All for One.

If me and him fight in a city I would win, but if he knew my weakness I would get obliterated.

I have no fighting experience.

Sure I can aim, shoot and do cool magic.

I am effectively immortal as long as my heart core does not get crushed, while it looks like I have it in my chest cavity, it's a trap. It is located orbiting around earth, but I have a tracker and tether on it.

I can recall it at will no matter how far it is, but if it gets too far my reserves get smaller. I got the crazy idea to pull a Pein, and engraved my bones with something like a negative energy receiver, but with my life force.

So it is safe hovering over Japan.

Back to the point, while I would be immortal thanks to my heart not being in a feasible location, he would instantly see I am a newbie and crush me, and while I don't feel pain, nor do I have pride, and I can escape thanks to Wraith Mode, it would be against the point.

I have a plethora of nuke spells that could turn half the planet into a wasteland, but I don't want to use them yet. It would kill to point. This world is a step, a foothold.

It will be my first Necropolis, a world of the undead. Sure, if the heroes don't piss me off at first I will play hero. Then when I get bored, I will start my war. Necromancer Vs Humanity. The Blue flames in my eyes blaze in the glory of being a psychopath.

"It shall be fun... After all, like my good friend Joseph Stalin once said,' Death is the solution to all problems, no man? No problems.'" Evil cackles rang out into the night, all heroes in the entire world got a shiver down their spines. Once all 8 billion people are dead, it will not be a tragedy, it will be a statistic.