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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 · Fantasy
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201 Chs

Desire to Grow

But it was easy to tell at a glance that its grandeur was all it had going for it. It was the equivalent of a fancy car with all of the engine parts stripped of it, having no purpose besides looking nice.

Where was the power he had been promised? This was useless to him.

That was when Adrelhena's voice drifted into Morne's ears. "What you are seeing is an Ethereal Kernel," she whispered softly, so as not to disturb Morne's introspection. "With my help, you will transform it into something greater. Are you prepared?"

"Yes," Morne said instantly. There was no hesitation in his words, nor in his thoughts.

"Open your eyes. Behold the Mother Tree."

Morne's hazel eyes opened, pupils dilating and constricting as he readjusted to the light after hours of having them closed. The light… was brighter than he remembered. Almost too bright.

He blinked, his eyes watering. The light was starting to sting.