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Necromancer Of The Shadows

"I should have stayed home and played video games." This was Ray's last thought before darkness engulfed him after he was hit by a car. But surprisingly, instead of finding himself before the gates of hell after dying, Ray found out he was transmigrated into another world. The world Ray was transmigrated to was called Arora World, a place where you can use different kinds of skills, magic, and even acquire powerful classes. Ray found himself in the body of a young boy named Evan, who was studying in a hunter academy after awakening his abilities at the age of fourteen. At first, Ray was happy that he was transmigrated into the body of someone who had awakened his abilities and could use the magic he always wanted to use. However, as Ray went through Evan's memories, he finally realized that everything was not as simple as he had expected. Evan had a unique physique that didn't allow him to increase his power like other people. Because of this useless unique physique, Evan was the weakest hunter in the entire academy. And that was not all; the more Ray looked at Evan's memories, the more he realized just how troublesome his situation was. "I know I entered this body without buying a ticket, but isn't this too much?" Ray said in a depressed voice after going through Evan's memories. Will Ray be able to survive in this new world? Is the physique of his new body really useless? Join Ray on his adventure to find out.

Zero_writer · 奇幻
分數不夠
1299 Chs

Aspasia

(A/N: Remember Chap- 366 before reading this chapter)

"Here... try this" Anastasia said, handing a bowl of soup to a man.

The man took the bowl and his eyes lit up slightly as he smelled the spicy aroma coming from the soup. He stirred the soup with the spoon and finally drank it.

"So, what do you think?" Anastasia asked in a prideful voice after seeing the satisfied expression on the man's face.

"It's good"

"Of course it's good. I was bored so I learned cooking techniques for five hundred years" Anastasia said with a smirk on her face and drank a large mouthful of soup from another bowl.

"You learned cooking for five hundred years. Doesn't it mean you are...."

"Yes, I am one of the best chefs in this entir_"

"Doesn't it mean you are an old hag?"

Pfff!

"What?" Anastasia spat out the soup she was drinking and looked at the man with her eyes wide open.