Holding Sun and Moon, Plucking Stars from the Sky-None in This World Are Like Me (Part 1)

"At the final moment of my life and soul, Cai'er, would you be willing to call me Teacher?" When Elieks asked Cai'er this question, a faint sorrow unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Teacher, you..." Cai'er cried out almost instinctively. How could Elieks's story not have moved her and Long Haochen? Long Haochen was somewhat better off. Elieks was indeed pitiful, but the sins he had committed against humanity were simply too grave. Though Long Haochen sympathized with him, he would never forgive the crimes he had inflicted upon mankind.

But Cai'er was, after all, only a girl, and she had suffered such painful experiences in her childhood. She felt even more sympathy for Elieks than Long Haochen did. At this moment, she only felt that this once incomparably powerful necromancer was so pitiful. All she felt for his fate was sympathy.

"Good, good, good..." Merely hearing Cai'er call him Teacher caused violent Soul Fluctuations in Elieks.

"Good child. Though I am unworthy of being your teacher, hearing you call me that has finally brought some comfort to my heart. In my life, I, Elieks, have accomplished countless great deeds. Yet in the end, what makes me feel most honored is having a disciple like you. Don't worry. Teacher will leave you a grand gift. Once you return to the human world, no one will be able to bully you. So what if Long Haochen is the Child of Light? My disciple, Elieks's disciple, will never be inferior to him."

As he spoke, the pride that belonged to the Holy Necromancer God, the Necromancer Calamity, seemed to surge forth from Elieks once more. He raised his right hand and beckoned toward Cai'er, instantly drawing the Scythe of Death from her grasp. Strangely enough, the immensely powerful Scythe of Death, the nemesis