Necromancers Have No Future

Blackstone Town, Town Hall.

"Wu Heng?"

Behind a desk piled high with documents, the stern-looking middle-aged woman glanced at the papers, then at the young man across from her.

Wu Heng nodded. "Yes!"

"A Necromancer?" The woman frowned slightly, her eyes full of confusion. Without waiting for his answer, she continued, "Although the kingdom permits the existence of Necromancers, no city welcomes a Necromancer appearing within its walls."

The moment those words were spoken, the previously noisy hall fell silent.

Everyone turned to look in this direction, their gazes filled with curiosity and bewilderment.

They seemed unable to understand why anyone would still choose a profession like Necromancer at a time like this.

Yet Wu Heng still said, "Thank you for the reminder, Lady Moira. I will abide by the laws and order of the kingdom and Blackstone Town."

The middle-aged woman carefully studied his expression.

But she said nothing more. Taking several documents from a drawer, she handed them over and said, "Read these carefully, then sign your name."

"Undead Restriction Act"

"Undead Retainer Registration Process"

"Corpse and Skeleton Protection Act"

"Black Magic Experiment Application Guidelines"

"Human Experimentation..."

"..."

As Wu Heng accepted the documents and saw their titles and contents, his eyes widened slightly.

The Yeke Kingdom allowed Necromancers to exist, yet it added new restrictions and laws targeting them year after year.

These included prohibiting the private conversion of skeletons, rotting corpses, and other Undead Creatures, as well as forbidding corpse experiments and Necromantic Magic experiments.

Stealing corpses and experimenting on them were both serious crimes here.

The future of a Necromancer who could not convert Undead Units or conduct magical research was easy to imagine.

Whether there was any future in academia aside, they were practically useless in battle already.

That was why everyone present had looked so shocked upon hearing the word Necromancer.

Wu Heng had known a little about it before, but he had not expected it to be even stricter than he had imagined.

He carefully read through everything, signed his name on each document, and handed them back.

After carefully checking them, the middle-aged woman instructed, "All right, the procedure is complete. Remember what these laws say. The next time I see you, I don't want it to be at the gallows."

"I'll remember your advice!" Wu Heng stood and gave a salute before walking outside.

After leaving the hall, he could still hear people discussing him behind his back.

No one could understand a black-haired, black-eyed young man choosing to become a Necromancer.

After leaving the hall, he ignored the discussions behind him.

He had no idea what terrible things Necromancers had done to be treated this way.

So many restrictions had been created specifically for a single profession.

Its development had basically been cut off entirely.

Just as Lady Moira had said, choosing to become a Necromancer meant putting shackles on yourself.

Unable to Summon the Dead, unable to experiment with magic—there was practically no future in it.

Yet Wu Heng had still chosen this profession.

Not only because it was the only spellcasting profession he could access, but more importantly, because he believed that in his hands, a Necromancer could develop far better.

After leaving the Town Hall, a thought crossed his mind, and a transparent panel visible only to him appeared before his eyes.

Name: Wu Heng

Class: Necromancer

Level: 1 (10/300)

Attributes: Strength 9, Agility 11, Constitution 12, Intelligence 14, Perception 10, Charisma 12.

Skill: Bone Manipulation Technique

This panel had appeared after Wu Heng changed classes.

It had classes, attributes, and skills, basically identical to the interface in an online game.

It allowed him to see his physical condition more clearly.

He left the Central District and entered a blacksmith shop on the commercial street.

The moment he stepped through the Main Gate, he caught the scent of Linseed Oil.

"Boss, I'm here to pick up the weapons I ordered this morning," Wu Heng said toward the counter.

The middle-aged owner set down the Iron Sword he had been wiping and looked up. "Oh, it's you. They're over there. Seven Silver Coins altogether."

Wu Heng checked the weapons he had bought.

An Iron Sword and a short Iron Spear.

Both had been selected that morning.

He counted out seven Silver Coins and placed them on the counter before the owner.

"What happened this morning?" The owner swept up the coins and casually asked.

When Wu Heng had come to buy weapons that morning, he had been taken away by the town guards right after making his selections.

The owner had thought he had committed some crime. He had not expected him to return before noon, looking completely unchanged.

"I just arrived in Blackstone Town. They had me go to the Town Hall to register, but I didn't know the procedure since I'm new here."

"Register? That needs registration too?" The owner frowned. He had never heard of such a thing.

There were plenty of outsiders in Blackstone Town. If all of them needed registration, the Town Hall would be busier than the market.

"They asked my name and told me to follow the rules and stuff. It made me pretty nervous too." Wu Heng smiled and scratched his head.

"Haha! Those guys have too much time on their hands. They stick their noses into everything, useful or useless. As long as you're fine." The owner laughed as well, offering reassurance.

Wu Heng smiled and nodded.

After wrapping up the weapons, he said goodbye to the owner and left the shop.

Rather than continue wandering around, he moved away from the commercial street and the crowds, heading for the Residential Area in the North City District.

After passing through a dark alley, he arrived at the place he had rented.

The room was not large, consisting of a living room and a bedroom.

Other than a table, chairs, and a Wooden Bed, there were no other furnishings.

The place was rather bare.

He set the Backpack and weapons aside, picked up the bread on the table, and filled his stomach a little.

He thought about Blackstone Town's attitude toward Necromancers.

It felt as though he were a criminal out on bail, with every action subject to scrutiny.

While I'm in town, I should keep a low profile and slowly improve myself.

He rolled the remaining bread into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

Getting back to his feet, he tucked the Iron Sword and Iron Spear under one arm. With his other hand, he removed the Bronze Key hanging around his neck, walked to the bedroom door, and gently turned it.

As the door opened, a curtain of light appeared within the doorway.

On the other side was not his familiar bedroom, but a scene like an image reflected in a mirror.

Wu Heng took a deep breath and stepped directly into the image, emerging on the other side.

The instant his senses returned, the air filled with a thick, rotten stench.

The familiar desk and Wooden Bed, the monitor and speakers.

A beastlike roar came from outside the window.

He was back—the familiar yet unfamiliar Modern World.

He walked to the window and looked outside.

A cluster of Zombies had gathered below. Beneath their torn clothes, protruding bones and exposed organs could be seen. They shoved and bumped into one another as they wandered aimlessly.

Among them, he could even spot a few familiar figures.

"It really is still like this."

A new book has begun. This one is a dual-world story. I hope everyone likes it.