A Curse Targeting the Soul

The High Priest's compromise had not been beyond Shien's expectations.

This necromancer might have had some skill, even managing to create something as unheard-of as the Death Great Spirit Body, but in Shien's eyes, the High Priest was not someone who required much caution.

Because, looking at everything she had done throughout her life, she had always sought shortcuts.

To pursue immortality, rather than steadily improving her own strength, breaking through the limits of life, and reaching transcendence, or wandering the world like others in search of legendary elixirs that could grant eternal life, she had turned herself into an undead creature that was neither human nor ghost.

To conquer the world, rather than developing her own forces, recruiting troops, conquering others with her own strength, and working to strengthen herself, she had directly transformed millions of lives into her undead army, ravaging everything with inhumane violence.

Finally, after witnessing the power of Anima, the Goddess of Life, and realizing the true influence of the Transcendent Class, rather than improving her own strength, she had created some Death Great Spirit Body that could naturally break through the limits of life, then transferred her own soul into it, doing something no different from body-snatching.

Those were all shortcuts the High Priest had pursued. Not a single one of her goals had been achieved through steady, step-by-step effort.

That was precisely why, after several thousand years, this necromancer was only level ninety-two.

If it had been someone else, with several thousand years at their disposal, so long as they were not as detached from worldly matters as the Elves, treating time as nothing and idling their days away, they definitely would not have remained at level ninety-two.

If the High Priest had not truly gathered an enormous amount of death energy over