It was today!
Upon waking from his slumber once again, Moros cast his consciousness toward the orb of light in his mind.
Over the past month, he had repeated this action more than once.
Each time, Moros could feel his consciousness drawing ever closer to truly touching the orb of light.
By his estimation, this time, he would be able to touch the radiant orb shining within his mind.
Then I'll finally learn the true nature of my Golden Finger.
With that thought in mind, Moros's consciousness touched the shining orb.
At that instant, an immense flood of information surged from the orb, completely drowning Moros's consciousness.
It was not until an entire day later that Moros woke again.
So this was how I came to this world...
Recalling the information that had poured from the orb, Moros understood why he had transmigrated into this world.
At the end of his previous life, he had made a deal with a great existence, exchanging his name for transmigration and a Golden Finger.
That was why the Golden Finger had only truly activated after he possessed a name once more.
Then let me see exactly what kind of Golden Finger I traded my former name for.
Thinking so, Moros touched the orb again with his mind.
This time, the orb did not release another torrent of information, but Moros's consciousness felt the world spin around him.
When his consciousness regained clarity, Moros was shocked to discover that he was more than a hundred meters in the air.
Help!!!
Terrified out of his wits, Moros instinctively screamed and shut his eyes in despair, unwilling to witness the moment he splattered into pulp.
Yet after waiting for quite some time, he felt no excruciating pain.
I'm not dead?
Blinking, Moros finally realized that he was floating high in the air, with no sign of falling.
Right, I'm a consciousness now. I don't have a physical body.
After calming down, Moros began examining everything before him.
From his current perspective, Moros could see the ruins of a city directly beneath him.
Amid the broken walls and collapsed structures stood a building that exuded solemnity and mystery.
It was a towering Stone Spire with a pointed roof and thick stone walls. Most striking of all was the enormous crimson band of light wrapped around it.
The instant Moros focused on the crimson band of light, a stream of information surged from it and poured into his consciousness.
Thanks to his earlier experience, Moros did not lose consciousness this time.
Shaking his woozy head, Moros willed it.
The next moment, his viewpoint rapidly descended, and the city ruins below swiftly enlarged.
In the blink of an eye, Moros's consciousness had entered a gray-black palace.
So this was the inside of that Stone Spire...
After looking around and finding nothing worth noting, Moros followed the guidance contained in the information stream he had just received and headed toward the Stone Spire's core—the Throne Hall.
As Moros stepped into the Throne Hall, a dazzling crystal floating in the center of the hall drifted down.
Catching the descending crystal, Moros's eyes seemed ready to shine.
Heart of the Lord!
This was the core of the Golden Finger he had gained through the deal.
Heart of the Lord: After use, become a lord and gain Hero status.
Without the slightest hesitation, Moros's consciousness opened its mouth and swallowed the crystal.
Heart of the Lord successfully used. Detecting user status... User is human. Rampart, Stronghold, Swamp, Elemental, and Inferno factions unavailable... User may choose from the Haven, Academy, Graveyard, and Dungeon factions...
As the information carried by the Heart of the Lord appeared, introductions to the four available factions also emerged in Moros's mind.
After weighing the advantages and disadvantages of the four factions, Moros made his choice.
In terms of livability, the Academy faction was undoubtedly the best choice.
However, Moros, who had only been an ordinary person in his previous life, knew that his leadership abilities were probably insufficient to control factions with such strong initiative.
Therefore, only one choice remained before Moros.
Choose the Graveyard faction!
With Moros's choice, streams of light burst from the Heart of the Lord, merging him with the city ruins.
It took more than half a day before Moros regained consciousness.
Village Hall: Allows you to construct buildings. Provides 500 gold coins per day.
Looking at the translucent panel floating before him, Moros burst into delighted laughter.
"Ha, hahaha, hahahaha..."
He knew that from this day onward, he was a Graveyard Lord.
Heroes and Graveyard
It took Moros quite a while to calm himself down from laughing.
Then, with a thought, he summoned his Hero attributes.
Moros Level: 0 (Can advance after choosing a profession) Race: Human Template: Ordinary Profession: Unselected Racial Talent: Learning (Experience gain efficiency +5%) Hero Specialty: Graveyard Lord (When commanding Graveyard faction units, Attack and Defense +1 every five levels) Attack: 0 (Affects unit attack power additively) Defense: 0 (Affects unit defense power additively) Mana: 0 (Affects the effects of magic cast by the Hero) Knowledge: 1 (Affects the Hero's maximum mana and recovery)
Although he had known from the start that his Hero attributes would be terrible, Moros still felt dizzy when the Hero Panel provided by the Graveyard appeared before him.
If this had been his previous life, he would never have chosen such a Hero.
But now, since these were his own Hero attributes, Moros felt that he had to try to salvage himself.
And to salvage himself, he first had to choose a profession and raise his level to 1.
The Graveyard faction only offered lords two professions to choose from.
The Death Knight, a physical damage dealer focused on Attack and Defense.
The Necromancer, a magic-focused caster emphasizing Mana and Knowledge.
Since he could choose freely, Moros naturally chose Necromancer as his profession.
Moros had not forgotten that the earlier profession description had already explained the origins of the Graveyard faction.
The Graveyard faction had been founded by Necromancers after they were expelled by the Academy faction.
Death Knights, meanwhile, had been created by Necromancers to assist them in managing their undead armies.
Therefore, as long as Moros had not lost his mind, he could not possibly choose anything other than Necromancer.
Reality was not a game. There was no such thing as class balance.
If one could be a mage, who would want to be a miserable physical damage dealer?
As Moros made his choice, the inheritance information related to Necromancers appeared in his mind.
Level increased... Experience unlocked... Mana +1 Profession skill acquired: Necromancy Necromancy (Basic): Converts 20% of fallen enemies into undead under your command.
Closing his eyes, Moros carefully savored the information brought by becoming a Necromancer, a delighted smile appearing on his face.
The profession skill he gained from successfully becoming a Necromancer could not only be cast through the Hero Panel—Moros had also gained all the relevant knowledge.
In other words, as long as he studied and mastered that profound magic knowledge, Moros could even cast the corresponding skills himself without relying on the Hero Panel.
It was like the difference between a soldier who used firearms and an engineer who built them.
In the early stages, a soldier's combat strength was no lower than an engineer's, but when it came to potential, an engineer could leave a soldier miles behind.
After closing the Hero Panel, Moros opened his eyes again.
At that moment, a blazing fire of ambition burned in his eyes.
With such an excellent start, I will stand above all others in this life!
Having made up his mind, Moros walked toward the massive bone throne in the center of the Throne Hall.
Although he could access the territory management panel anytime and anywhere within the city ruins, Moros felt that managing his territory while seated upon the Village Hall's bone throne was more fitting.
Life needed a little sense of ceremony!
As a consciousness, Moros could not actually feel what it was like to sit on the bone throne.
But even if he could feel his body now, Moros probably would not have had the attention to spare for how his backside felt.
The moment he summoned the territory management panel, an enormous stream of information poured into Moros's consciousness.
It made him collapse directly onto the bone throne.
Fortunately, Moros had already completed his profession change and embarked on the path beyond mortals. Otherwise, the torrent of information would have been enough to knock him unconscious.
After recovering, Moros began sorting through the information contained in the stream.
I see. My territory is located inside a small Demiplane...
From the chaotic information, Moros extracted a great deal of useful knowledge.
The first was the location of his territory.
These city ruins had originally been located within a Prime Material Plane.
But through the power of the great existence that had traded with him before his transmigration, the city ruins and the entire surrounding region had been sent wholesale into a Demiplane.
What was a Demiplane?
A Demiplane was a small, limited extradimensional space with its own unique laws.
Even though it was only a small Demiplane, its area was no less than that of a province on Earth.
Through the power of that unknown great existence, this small Demiplane had been completely bound to Moros's soul. With a single thought, he could freely enter and leave it.
Not only Moros himself—so long as he wished, he could also open a passage to the Demiplane and allow the beings within it to enter the world where he was.
Naturally, the reverse was true as well.
A world as large as an entire province belonged to Moros alone.
This was another part of the Golden Finger he had exchanged his name for.
After sorting through the information in his consciousness, Moros began inspecting the resources that came with this Graveyard territory.
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