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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!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantasia
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An Understanding

Sensing one's life force was a novel experience.

Unlike Chimh, which was as free-flowing as water, life force felt more like sap with how viscous and stiff it was.

And it was everywhere.

His blood, his bones, his skin and brain, even his nails and teeth, it was in all of these. But to keep things simple, he first started in his hand, casting his senses within.

He relied on his gut and the vague feelings and stimuli he received as he mentally poked and prodded at the source of his vitality, feeling the life force in his muscles and skin and slowly picking out the differences between the two.

The longer he observed, the better he became at differentiating the distinct "flavors" of the different types of life force. Within ten minutes, he could tell blood from bone and skin from muscle with just a prod.

He didn't know if this was impressive or not, but he doubted it was. Feeling these differences in his own life force felt as instinctual as a deer learning how to walk.