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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 · Fantasy
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A Guess About The Death Of Shadow Monarch

Baphomet was sitting on a chair in a place that looked like a garden... or rather, in a place that looked like a demonic garden.

The grass in the garden was bright crimson in colour and gave off scorching heat, different colored bushes emitting miasma were growing everywhere, and small birds with three or four heads were chirping on the trees. There was a pool of lava in the middle of the garden and many fishes were swimming in it.

Baphomet took a sip of the demonic dew and admired the scenery around him.

"The sense of beauty of demons is indeed different from others." A tall man who was sitting in front of Baphomet said after taking a look around him. The man had two black horns on his head and his skin was light purple in colour.

"I'll take it as a compliment," Baphomet said, putting down the cup of demonic dew in his hand and resting his chin on his palm.