Seeing the exact content of what I rembered in my head, I was speechless.
I had just been summoned to this strange world, free from the threat of RPG bazookas.
I had a good al of fresh at.
Then I would be told that I'd be in even more danger in this world.
Almost all creatures were hostile to undead creatures like .
Whether it was powerful dragons, weak goblins, the powerful Church of Light, or even the weak farrs...
They were all my enemies!
If I weren't careful, then I might be discovered.
I would then be captured, tied to the execution platform, and then burned alive just like those witches in the Middle Ages.
...
Was life finally going to deal with a little zombie like ?
The feeling of having enemies all over the world was nearly enough to crush a weak zombie like .
However, I was still young, and my zombie career had just begun. I didn't want to die yet!
In order to find a way to save myself, I had to will my consciousness to delve into my mories once again.
[ My Affair with the Holy Maiden of Light ]
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I put my mind back into the mories I had recalled and saw...
The Holy Maiden lying on the bed, her face flushed red...
? ? ? ! ! !
Damn it, it was a pornographic book.
I thought it was so secret past about the Church of Light, okay?
I turned around and stared at the remains of the necromancer.
This old fool actually saved the pornographic book into the depths of my mory!
...
At last, after searching for a while, I finally found this sentence in my mory.
'In the Nolan continent, strength begets respect, and the strong reigns supre'
Looking at such a plain sentence, I was a little speechless.
It turned out that this world was the sa as my previous world, believing in the most simple laws.
The strong got everything, while the weak lost everything!
It's just that in my previous life, the most formidable were those with power, and this world was filled with all kinds of extraordinary powers.
In this world filled with all kinds of strange things, there were even legends.
Not only could the most powerful mage in the Mage Tower live forever but could even stand shoulder to shoulder with a true god.
Although I did not really believe such legends, the aning behind them was very clear.
As long as one was strong enough, even a true god wouldn't be able to do anything to you, let alone an ordinary church organization.
Looking at the description in the necromancer's mories, I thought of the cultivation thod I had seen in the necromancer's mind.
I felt a little complicated.
Immortality?!
To be as strong as a living creature?
This was probably the wish of all living creatures in the world, right?
However, those who desire to live forever wanted to obtain great power.
There were so many of them in this world, but how many people had succeeded up until now?
Moreover, such a powerful organization like the Church of Light still existed even after thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
It would be hard to believe that there weren't many hidden experts there.
And it was very possible to have a few popes or bishops who were on par with true gods.
...
The outside world was simply too dangerous.
My current identity was an undead creature, and my strength was so weak; I better not go out.
This place was close to the Battlefield of Gods, which was a famous forbidden area on the continent.
There were all kinds of magical beasts and strange creatures in the forbidden area. Normally, no one would take the risk to co here.
I could hide here during my wretched developnt.
I would think of a way to get out when I had enough strength.
After making up my mind, I began to look through my harvest.
[ Necromancer, Training Notes ]
[ Necromancer Magic, Research Notes ]
[ Undead Creatures, Creation Manual and Conjectures ]
...
These were the training and research notes left behind by the necromancer, and they were all used to enhance his own strength.
However, I rembered the necromancer from before, who was even weaker than a weak zombie like .
I started to have so doubts about his training thod. I even started to have doubts about the power of the necromancer in his mories.
But I still quickly opened the training notes in my mories.
Why?
It was very simple.
Because right now, I had no other choice but to practice the cultivation thod in front of .
If I wanted to obtain a more powerful cultivation thod, I would have to take the risk of going to a place where humans or other species lived.
However, my identity as a zombie...
Perhaps, as soon as I appeared in human society, I would be killed on the spot or captured and used to hold a bonfire party.
So training was better than nothing.
Perhaps, because I was a zombie, would it be more powerful and appropriate for to train necromancy techniques?
I had no choice. Since I couldn't find any other training thods, I could only comfort myself in this way.
I opened the [ Necromancy, Training Notes ] in my mind...
Just like the beginning of the notes, a writing brush was used for the annotations.
'Necromancy isn't just about the pursuit of formidable power. It also ans continuously exploring the mysteries of the human body. It allows weak humans to have the power of dragons, the agility of elves, and the creation of goblins... and, most importantly, exploring the true aning of life.'
'Our highest goal is to rise from the dead!'
'...'
Looking at the various annotations on the page, my heart didn't waver at all, and I even felt like laughing.
I expressionlessly flipped to the next page.
'Necromancy is a supre magic. If you want to beco a noble necromancer, you must possess your own undead creature... ! ! #% #@...'
The content of the first page was very short.
It was to precisely inform everyone who wanted to learn necromancy that necromancy was a noble magic and that there exists a threshold.
Only when one had an undead creature that belonged to them could one be considered a necromancer.
This was because only when one had an undead creature that belonged to them could one sense and absorb the power of death in the air.
There were also records on how one could obtain their own undead creature.
One, make your own using the materials at hand (the limbs of various animals).
To make corpse-eating beasts: materials...
How to make...
Two, to summon. Use the materials as offerings. Summon undead creatures from the underworld. After the summoning is successful, the contract will be automatically ford. (It will cost a lot of money.)
After reading this, I finally understood why the guy from before had summoned .
It turns out that Regulus, the guy who claid to be a necromancer, wasn't qualified to be called a necromancer.
He never had an undead creature that truly belonged to him.
Moreover, according to the records, creating the first undead creature that belonged to him was extrely difficult and ti-consuming.
It was likely that he had wanted to beco a true necromancer in haste.
He chose to use the sacrifices and summon one directly.
However, he didn't expect that the summoning would create so problems and summoned , a zombie.
Not only did he fail to form a contract with , I even ate him.
I quickly finished reading the thods to beco a necromancer.
Just as I was about to turn to the next page, I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I was unable to see the next page.
However, after searching through my mories, I discovered that there was still a lot of content behind this notebook.
I tried for a long ti, and I tried many thods.
All of a sudden, I thought of sothing.
That Regulus from before wasn't even a necromancer, so how could he have written down a cultivation notebook!
The owner of this notebook was soone else!
The reason why I couldn't flip through the notebook was because I wasn't qualified!
If I wasn't a true necromancer, then I wasn't qualified to flip through the contents below!
The true owner of this notebook had placed a restriction on it!
Thinking about it, how could I still not understand? Inheriting the notes was absolutely not a trivial matter.
Even if I wasn't a native of this world, I could deduce that the person who had the ability to plant such a trendous restriction was absolutely and extraordinarily powerful!
Furthermore, based on the words written on it, the notebook was probably in existence for more than a thousand years.
However, the restriction on the notebook was still there, and there wasn't even the slightest sign of weakening.
Could it be that the person who wrote this notebook didn't die?
This...
Looking at the notebook inside my mind, my eyes began to heat up.
There was even a faint, bloodthirsty-red glow emanating from them.
I wanted to practice such powerful cultivation technique!
I also wanted to beco a necromancer!
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