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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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Job's Done

The ground split apart, cracks racing across the soil and revealing a massive web of white spiderweb-like stuff that started spouting sickly yellow spores once exposed.

The elves shouted in surprise and rushed back, leaving their captives in the middle of the village, but they weren't fast enough to avoid the spores. As they breathed them in, their lungs started to burn and their eyes watered.

The peaceful elven village quickly became a nightmare.

In moments, they could hardly breathe, and they collapsed on their knees or sides and grasped at their throats as their minds were filled with panic and fear. None of them were spared.

Throughout it all, Gregen cackled like a madman. Although he could not see what was happening, he could hear the elves' pitiful choking sounds and could smell the spores in the air.