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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Idiot Innkeeper

The sharpened bone flew forward with the speed of an arrow, rocketing toward a shadowy figure dressed all in black.

With a snort, the figure's dagger flashed, deflecting the projectile. It burrowed into the wall beside them as the figure stepped forward.

"Big mistake," said the masked figure in a woman's voice.

She wore thick black clothes that hid her womanly figure and had a cloth mask covering her mouth and a hood over her head, leaving only bright green eyes visible. To her back, a flickering ball of fire hovered, producing the light that illuminated the room.

"Who are you?" Morne demanded, squaring his shoulders as he prepared to cast Bone Bullet again. "Why are you here?"

"You weren't supposed to be here," the woman replied, spinning her dagger around her gloved fingers. "This room was supposed to be empty. Be sure to thank that idiot innkeeper for your death."

"I have no quarrel with you," Morne warned, "but I'll kill you if need be."