Chapter 1: Necromancer
The early morning sun shines through the window onto the black marble floor. A breeze blows, ruffling the hand-woven hollow curtains. The fragrance of flowers wanders through the house in the breeze, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Deya Cavendish stood in front of a floor-length mirror, looking at himself now through the mirror.

The tall and straight figure, clean black hair, elegant aristocratic temperament and gentle smile on the corners of his mouth are sure to attract young aristocratic girls and thirsty ladies.

“Interesting souls are not easily noticed, and people’s first impression is always based on others’ appearance.

Keep smiling and pay attention to etiquette, so that you can be more trustworthy and more deceptive. "

Remember, you are the man who will become the Lich King!"

Deya patted his face gently, his eyes became slightly empty, as if he was looking at an unreal place.

A panel appeared in front of Deya.

【Name: Deya Cavendish】

[Level: 10 (0st level)]

[Experience value: 5120/5120]

[Occupation: Mage]

[School: Necromancer]

[Spells: Reading Magic (Lv.MAX), Touch of Fatigue (Lv.MAX), Increase Resistance (Lv.MAX), Message Book (Lv.MAX), other magic omitted]

[Expertise: None]

[Field: None]

[Mythical Power: None]

[Public Experience Value: 0]

This is the game world that Deya was playing before he traveled through time, called "Eternal World".

He had already traveled to this game world for a few days, and the panel in front of him was exactly the one he had just opened.

Eternal World is a...

Forget it, this is a work that stitches together many classic game contents and settings.

It was criticized because there were too many stitches, but because it was very playable and had enough stitches, it was loved by many people.

'It's just that after traveling through time, the profession and school are fixed and can no longer be changed. That's all. Why think so much? This is a good opportunity to try out the Undead Scourge style that I was thinking about playing.'

Deya straightened his collar, took a step forward, pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.

A young man in his twenties was standing at the door of the bedroom, leaning against the wall of the corridor in a nonchalant manner.

When he saw Deya coming out, he stood up straight and saluted exaggeratedly:
"Master Deya, good day. You are still as dazzling as the sun in the sky today. All the women in the Kingdom of Susetani should scream for you!"

The man has elven blood, and his ears look pointier than those of ordinary people.

He was wearing appropriate upper-class clothes, but he had no corresponding temperament at all. He looked like a monkey in human clothing, which was quite ridiculous.

Deya nodded slightly at him, strolled in the corridor, and asked: "Camille, how is that woman? Has she eaten in the past two days?"

Half-elf Camille followed Deya and shrugged, saying, "I followed your request and just tied her up in the basement. I didn't abuse her or talk to her, and I only brought her food at a fixed time.

She has been eating normally these past two days and has not resisted, but she always wants me to kill her, which is a bit strange. If she wants to die, why not just starve herself to death? "

Deya nodded slightly when he heard this, and said with a smile: "That's because she can never commit suicide."

Camille smiled obscenely: "Master Deya, are you going to play with that woman?

My vocabulary is limited and I cannot describe how beautiful she is, but that woman is really beautiful. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in all my years.

You see, I used to hang around in some gray areas and knew some crooked alchemists who could get you some drugs.

Just let that woman take the medicine, believe me, Lord Deya, she will make you enjoy extreme pleasure!"

Deya shook his head slightly: "That woman is a real witch, ordinary medicine has no effect on her.

These witches who are worshipped and pursued by the "Witch Cult" possess extraordinary powers. Who knows if there is any terrible curse buried in their bodies.

I don’t want to end my life here just for a moment of pleasure.”

"Witch?!"

Camille let out a low cry, with fear flashing in his eyes, which showed that he didn't know the true identity of the woman who was locked in the basement by Deya.

"Master Deya, if that woman is really a witch, I'm afraid we will be targeted by the 'Witch Cult'."

Camille was afraid that Deya didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, so he spoke seriously.

Deya said calmly: "She came to kill me. Should I let her go because I'm afraid of the 'Witch Cult'?"

Camille said hurriedly: “Of course not, Master Deya, I mean, we can kill her.

If you are worried about the body, you can give it to me. I know a good place to bury it where the people who keep the Witch Cult will not find it. "

Deya still shook his head and warned, "Give up this idea of ​​yours. You can't kill her. That witch has incredible abilities. If you kill her, you will get into big trouble."

Deya knew clearly that the witch possessed the ability of [Return after Death]. If he killed her, she would go back to a few days ago, and it would be difficult to catch her then.

Seeing that Deya was speaking so seriously, Camille stopped persuading him.

"Has today's shipment arrived?"

Deya asked at this time.

Camille came back to his senses and replied, "It has been delivered. It is at the usual place."

This large three-story villa was very empty inside. There was neither a butler nor a maid, only deathly silence.

The two men soon came to the hall on the first floor, where a man was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied, his mouth blocked and his face bruised.

After seeing Deya and Camille, he struggled hard and made a 'woohoo' sound.

“Master Deya, this man molested a young girl, he has been physically castrated and sentenced to death by the Kingdom Court.

Although his soul is a little dirty, it is still a good material for sacrifice."

Camille laughed evilly, and the man tied to the ground struggled even harder when he heard the word "sacrifice".

"Take him and me to see the teacher."

Deya gave an order and turned away.

"Yes, Master Deya."

Camille responded respectfully. He walked up to the man, grabbed the rope on his body, and dragged him forward on the ground.

Deya walked down the stairs and came to a basement in the villa. The basement was empty except for a strange stone door on the wall.

There are many mysterious magic symbols engraved on the stone gate. This is a magic door!

Standing in front of the door, Deya calmed himself down and then walked in.

There were ripples on the stone door, and the next moment, Deya's nose smelled a strong smell of formaldehyde.

In addition to this smell, if your nose is sharp enough, you can even smell waves of concealed stench.

This magic laboratory is much larger than imagined, even larger than the area of ​​this villa. Deya suspects that this laboratory is actually a small demiplane opened up by the teacher.

In the middle of the laboratory is a huge energy pool, where the forces of life and death are constantly surging, supplying the entire laboratory with sufficient energy.

In the laboratory, there are glass coffin-like containers filled with biological specimens of various races and monsters, including but not limited to: humans, elves, dwarves, winter wolves, owl bears, phase spiders, etc.

The most amazing thing is one of the vessels, which contains countless fine silk threads, like tentacles. These are actually completely peeled human nerves, which shows the exquisite skills of the person who did this.

"Leave him here and you can get out."

Deya said to Camille who followed him in.

Camille hurriedly put down the prisoner sentenced to death and left the laboratory without daring to stay for a moment.

Back in the basement of the villa, Camille patted his chest with lingering fear.

That kind of terrifying existence makes people tremble just by standing in front of him.

"teacher!"

Deya respectfully greeted a tall figure in a black robe in the laboratory.

As the tall figure turned around, the prisoner, who was already trembling with fear from the strange atmosphere here, almost fainted.

It was a skeleton that was over two meters tall. There was not a trace of flesh and blood on his body, only a pale skeleton. Green flames were jumping in his deep eye sockets.

He is Irving Aldridge, the 'Lord of the Black Tower' of the secret society [Nine Rings Tower].

The [Nine Rings Tower] is the most powerful and mysterious wizard organization in the game. It can even be said that all powerful wizards are related to the [Nine Rings Tower].

In addition, he has another identity, which is the final BOSS of the fourth version of "Eternal World".

He was known as the 'Grand Necromancer' and the 'Undead King'. He once destroyed a kingdom with his powerful magic and brought great disaster to the land.

At the end of the fourth version, the player must defeat him and save the kingdom.

The reason why this "Immortal King" caused the disaster was because his disciple Dea Cavendish was killed in the war between the Kingdom of Anglo-Saxon and the Kingdom of Sussettani, and he wanted to avenge his disciple.

That’s right, Deya was the disciple who was killed. He was just a weak dungeon boss in the second version of the game.

After the player defeated him in this villa, he rescued the "witch" who had been imprisoned by him for many years, which triggered the next plot.

Whether this witch, one of the important characters, has been used as a "meat dumpster" by Deyad for many years has been a hot topic among players online.

However, players have great respect for the great wizard Irving. As a lich and a great necromancer, he is so sentimental that he started a war to destroy a country because of the death of a disciple.

Deya looked at the tall skeleton in front of him and sighed in his heart: It turns out that the righteous path is all hypocritical, and only we in the evil path are true to our nature.

I can't let my teacher down and must become a giant in the magic world!
Master Irving looked at the prisoner who was almost frightened to death, and a tearing voice like bones rubbing came out of his mouth:
"I remember I said yesterday that I no longer need a soul."

When the prisoner heard this, hope suddenly rose in his heart.

Deya smiled and said, "Sorry, teacher, this matter is operated by my father, and I haven't told him that 'you no longer need a soul'.

However, now that you are here, even if you no longer need the soul, it is good to throw it into the energy pool to add some negative energy."

Irwin nodded without comment. He said to Deya, "Are you ready?"

Deya took a deep breath and said with a serious face: "I'm ready, teacher."

"Sit there."

Following Master Irving's instructions, Deya sat on a chair made of bones.

The lich, whose fleshless body had pale bones, made a magical gesture, and the energy pool in the center of the laboratory boiled instantly.

The forces of life and death overlapped more and more intensely in the laboratory, and around the bone chair where Deya sat, magical runes rose up.

Irving walked in front of Deya, and his thumb and index finger were like sharp blades. He slowly raised them and stretched them towards Deya's left eye.

Seeing those two bony fingers approaching his eyes, even though he was prepared, Deya couldn't suppress the fear that rose from the bottom of his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but he was imprisoned by magic and couldn't even move his eyelids.

Two bony fingers slowly and firmly inserted into Deya's eye sockets like a knife cutting through tofu.

"what------"

The intense pain made Deya scream. It was like a red-hot blade cutting his nerves, or like two burning sticks stabbing directly into his body.

"Tear--"

The sound of flesh and blood being separated came from the eye socket. Master Irvin calmly dug out Deya's left eye, which was connected to the nerves and flesh, from his eye socket with his fingers.

At this time, Deya found himself sweating profusely. He was slightly bent over and breathing heavily as if he had just run ten kilometers.

His hand was able to move and he covered his left eye.

There was no blood flowing out of the left eye socket, only a creepy hole.

After a while, the severe pain gradually subsided and he could already bear that little bit of pain.

“Do you feel the fear and the pain?”

Irving's metallic friction sound rang out again.

Deya nodded gently: "Yes, teacher, I feel fear and pain."

Irving said: "The human body is such an inconvenient thing. Fear and pain will only affect your thinking. You should abandon these useless desires. Only truth and knowledge are the eternal pursuit."

Deya understood that the teacher was persuading him to give up his body and transform into a lich, but he didn't want to give up his great treasure so quickly!

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Teacher, I understand what you mean, but I may not be ready yet..."

After saying this, Deya felt a little guilty again. He was afraid that the teacher would be angry with him for his lack of ambition.

Irving opened the mouth of the skull, as if he was laughing. He didn't say anything else, but just placed Deya's left eyeball on the spell rune on the test bench in front of him.

Irving took out all the materials that Deya knew or didn't know about in the game, such as the Eternal Stone, the Sand of Time, and the Elemental Gems.

Among them, there is even a giant dragon soul imprisoned in a gem, wailing and howling.

Irwin lit a candle of the dead. Under the irrigation of the energy pool in the laboratory, the gray flame evaporated and melted all the materials.

An ethereal hand appeared in mid-air, and the Undead Mage manipulated the mage's hand like a highly skilled surgeon, drawing complex magic runes on Deya's eyeballs.

Time passed by minute by minute, and no one knew how long it had been. After completing all this, even the lich who had no sense of fatigue seemed a little exhausted.

The flame went out and the eyeball was suspended in the air. Irvin picked up the eyeball, walked back to Deya, and stuffed it into Deya's eye socket again.

Waves of cold feeling spread throughout the body from the eye sockets, and the nerves and flesh connected with the lost eyeballs again, making Deya almost moan with comfort.

[You have permanently fixed the eighth-ring necromancy spell 'Black Fire' (use it once every seven days)]

Deya was looking at the prompt on his panel when Irving suddenly raised his pale bony finger and pointed at the prisoner who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

[Irwin used the eighth-level spell 'Black Fire']

"what------"

The eardrum-painful screams echoed in the laboratory. The prisoner raised his head, and raging black flames gushed out of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.

Deya could see that there seemed to be some kind of substance surging in the dark flames. He knew that it was the man's soul, and the screams came from that soul.

When the soul was burned out, black fire flowed from the prisoner's seven orifices like magma, wrapping around his body. In just a blink of an eye, only a pile of ashes was left in front of Deya, which was blown away by the wind.

Deya licked his lips and covered his left eye with his hand.

Have I activated my Mangekyō Sharingan? Teacher, can I also use my right eye to cast a powerful illusion?

(End of this chapter)