Necromancer, But Civilization Before the Collapse Chapter 2

It's today!

Once again awakening from his slumber, Moros projected his consciousness into 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 getting closer to truly touching the orb of light.

By his estimation, this time, he would be able to touch the orb of light that shone brightly in his mind.

At that moment, I'll finally know the true nature of my Golden Finger.

With this thought, Moros's consciousness touched the shining orb of light.

It was at this very moment that a massive amount of information surged out from the orb of light, completely drowning Moros's consciousness.

It took Moros a full day to awaken again.

So this is how my transmigration happened...

Recalling the information that had surged from the orb of light, Moros understood the reason for his transmigration to this world.

At the end of his previous life, he had made a deal with a great existence, trading his name for transmigration and a Golden Finger.

This was also why the Golden Finger had only truly activated once he had a name again.

Now, let me see what this Golden Finger I traded my past name for actually is.

Thinking this, Moros once again touched the orb of light with his mind.

This time, the orb of light did not unleash another torrent of information, but Moros's consciousness felt a dizzying sensation.

When his consciousness cleared again, Moros was astonished to find himself suspended hundreds of meters in the air.

Help!!!

Stunned by the shock, Moros instinctively screamed, closing his eyes in despair, unwilling to witness the moment he would be smashed into pulp.

But after waiting for a long time, he felt no sharp pain.

I'm not dead?

Blinking his eyes, Moros then realized that he was suspended in the air, with no intention of falling.

Right, I'm just a consciousness now, I don't have a physical body.

After calming down, Moros began to survey his surroundings.

From Moros's current perspective, he could see the ruins of a city directly below him.

Amidst the rubble and ruins of the city, a building exuding an aura of solemnity and mystery stood tall.

It was a tall, stone-like spire with a pointed roof and thick stone walls. Most striking was the massive crimson band of light on the structure.

The moment Moros's attention focused on the crimson band of light, a stream of information surged forth, pouring into his consciousness.

Thanks to his previous experience, Moros did not lose consciousness this time.

Shaking his slightly dizzy head, Moros's thoughts raced.

The next moment, his perspective plummeted rapidly, and the city ruins on the ground magnified at an alarming rate.

In the blink of an eye, Moros's consciousness entered a gray and black palace.

Is this the interior of that stone spire...?

After surveying the surrounding environment and finding nothing noteworthy, Moros followed the guidance from the information stream he had just received, heading towards the core of the stone spire—the Throne Hall.

As Moros stepped into the Throne Hall, a brilliant crystal suspended in the center of the hall floated down.

Catching the falling crystal, Moros's eyes seemed to gleam.

Heart of the Lord!

This was the core of the Golden Finger he had traded for.

[Heart of the Lord]: Upon use, become a Lord and gain a Heroic Identity.

Without a hint of hesitation, Moros's consciousness opened its mouth and swallowed the crystal.

[Heart of the Lord used successfully, detecting user status...]

[User is Human, Barrier, Stronghold, Swamp, Elemental, Hell factions are closed...]

[User can choose between Holy See, Academy, Graveyard, Dungeon factions...]

As the information accompanying the [Heart of the Lord] appeared, descriptions of the four selectable factions also materialized in Moros's mind.

After weighing the pros and cons of these four factions, Moros made his choice.

Although the Academy faction would be the best choice in terms of habitability.

Moros, who had been an ordinary person in his past life, knew that his leadership abilities were likely insufficient to control factions with such strong subjective initiative.

Therefore, only one option remained for Moros.

Choose the Graveyard faction!

As Moros made his selection, beams of light erupted from the Heart of the Lord, merging him with the city ruins.

Moros regained consciousness after a good half-day.

[Village Hall]: Allows you to build structures, provides 500 gold coins daily.

Seeing the semi-transparent panel floating before him, Moros let out a hearty laugh.

"Ha, haha, hahahaha..."

He knew that from today onwards, he was a Graveyard Lord.

Chapter 3 Heroes and Graveyards

After laughing for a long time, Moros finally calmed his emotions.

Then, with a thought, he brought up his hero attributes.

[Moros]

[Level: 0 (Can be promoted after choosing a class)]

[Race: Human]

[Template: Normal]

[Class: Unchosen]

[Racial Talent: Learning (Experience acquisition efficiency +5%)]

[Hero Specialty: Graveyard Lord (When commanding Graveyard faction troops, Attack and Defense +1 every five levels)]

[Attack: 0](Affects troop attack power in a stacking manner)

[Defense: 0](Affects troop defense power in a stacking manner)

[Spell Power: 0](Affects the effect of spells cast by the hero itself)

[Knowledge: 1](Affects the hero's magic point cap and recovery)

Although he had known his hero attributes would be terrible for a long time, when the hero panel provided by the Graveyard truly appeared before his eyes, Moros still felt a wave of dizziness.

If this were his previous life, he would never have chosen such a hero.

But now, since these were his hero attributes, Moros felt he had to salvage his situation.

And to salvage his situation, the first step was to choose a class and level up to 1.

The Graveyard faction offered only two classes for the lord to choose from.

The physical melee class, focusing on Attack and Defense attributes: [Death Knight].

The magical caster class, focusing on Spell Power and Knowledge: [Necromancer].

Given the choice, Moros naturally chose [Necromancer] as his class.

Moros hadn't forgotten that the previous class introduction had already explained the origin of the Graveyard faction.

The Graveyard faction was established by Necromancers after being expelled by the Academy faction.

And [Death Knights] were created by the Necromancers to assist them in managing the undead armies.

Therefore, as long as Moros's intelligence wasn't offline, he wouldn't make any choice other than [Necromancer].

Reality isn't a game; there's no such thing as class balance.

Who would choose to be a struggling melee fighter when they could be a powerful caster?

As Moros made his choice, the relevant inheritance information for [Necromancer] appeared in his mind.

[Level promotion...]

[Experience points unlocked...]

[Spell Power +1]

[Acquired Class Skill: Necromancy]

Necromancy (Novice): Enslaves 20% of fallen enemies as undead.

Closing his eyes and savoring the information gained from becoming a [Necromancer], Moros's face broke into a smile of pleasant surprise.

Not only could the class skill obtained from successfully becoming a [Necromancer] be released through the hero panel, but Moros also gained all related knowledge.

In other words, as long as he studied and mastered these profound magical principles, Moros could even cast corresponding skills independently without relying on the hero panel.

This was akin to a soldier using a firearm versus an engineer manufacturing firearms.

In the early stages, a soldier's combat power was no less than an engineer's, but in terms of potential, the engineer could leave the soldier far behind.

After closing the hero panel, Moros opened his eyes again.

At this moment, his eyes flickered with the burning flames of ambition.

With such a great start, in this life, I will surely stand at the pinnacle!

Having made up his mind, Moros walked towards 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 it was more appropriate to manage his territory while sitting on the bone throne in the Village Hall.

Life always needs a touch of ritual!

As a being of consciousness, Moros couldn't actually feel what it was like to sit on a bone throne.

However, even if he had received physical feedback, Moros probably wouldn't have been able to pay attention to the sensation in his backside right now.

The moment he brought up the territory management panel, a massive stream of information flooded into Moros's consciousness.

It caused him to slump directly onto the bone throne.

If Moros hadn't already completed his job change and embarked on a path beyond mortal limits, this influx of information would have been enough to send him into a coma.

After regaining his composure, Moros began to sort through the information carried by the data stream.

So that's it, my territory is located in a small demiplane...

From this jumbled information, Moros extracted a lot of useful details.

First and foremost was the location of his territory.

This ruined city was originally located in a prime material plane.

But under the power of the great being who had traded with him before his transmigration, the ruined city and the entire area it occupied had been sent into a demiplane.

What is a demiplane?

A demiplane is a small, limited-size hyperspace 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.

Under the power of that unknown great being, this small demiplane had been completely bound to Moros's soul. With just a thought, he could freely enter and exit the demiplane.

It wasn't just Moros himself; as long as he wished, he could also open a demiplane portal, allowing beings within the demiplane to enter his own world.

Of course, the reverse was also true.

A world the size of an entire province, and it belonged entirely to Moros.

This was the other part of the Golden Finger he had obtained in exchange for his name.

After sorting through the information in his consciousness, Moros began to examine the resources that came with his Graveyard territory.