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Necromancy System: Leveling in the Wizard World

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"Darkness took my wife, now I will become the darkness." When Lucian Blackvein lost his wife, he swore to defy the gods themselves. In a world ruled by light and shadow, he discovers an ancient System tied to forbidden necromancy granting him skills and quests. Every spell he casts grants experience… but also corruption. He can raise the dead, bend souls, and even shift his own form, but each level brings him closer to losing what’s left of his humanity. Hunted by the Light Council and the Dark Assembly alike, Lucian must evolve faster than his enemies, master death itself, and drown the world that stole his wife in an army of his undead.
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Chapter 1 - Skill Unlocked: Necromancy

In the center of the dim, silent house, surrounded by empty whiskey bottles, sat a man, Lucian Blackvein.

Tonight was a special night for him.

It was the first anniversary of his wife Lumi's death.

The only light in the room came from the weak flickering of the fireplace. Shadows stretched across the walls, and the amber glow washed over Lucian's pale face. 

His eyes, dull and bloodshot, stared blankly into nothingness, as if, at any moment, the shape of his beloved Lumi would step out from that same darkness.

Their world was ruled by magic. For centuries, the Council of Light and the Council of Darkness had divided power between them, maintaining a fragile balance that dictated the fate of every living soul. Lumi had once served the Light, a witch devoted to purity and order, radiant and untouchable.

Her death, however, had been ordered by the Dark Council.

Lucian could still remember that night, the echoing screams, the flare of spells bursting through the dark, and the sharp, suffocating scent of burnt flesh. Those memories had never faded.

He was a mortal, at least for now.

Ever since losing her, his life had stopped. Sleep meant nothing, food turned tasteless, and sunlight burned rather than warmed. Everything human inside him had been hollowed out, leaving behind only one thought.

Bring Lumi back.

For one entire year, he had refused to burn her body. He hadn't buried her, hadn't released her to the soil.

Her coffin still lay beneath the house, sealed away in the cold cellar. What remained inside was little more than decayed flesh and a stench so sharp it clung to the air like smoke.

But to Lucian, it didn't matter. In his mind, she was still there, waiting for him to find the way.

He had traveled across lands, knocking on the doors of mages and hermits, learning from anyone who would teach him. Forbidden texts, ancient dialects, and rituals whispered only in tombs, he devoured them all.

His wand, the one he had found in the Yorlin Hush Forest, was still by his side. Old, imposing, and faintly humming with power.

That wand was a curse in itself. The crystal at its tip glowed on its own some nights, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat, sometimes even syncing perfectly with his own pulse.

And yet, despite everything he learned, his spells remained weak. He could conjure light, summon small shadows, and listen to faint echoes of the dead, but nothing close to resurrection.

Still, he refused to give up.

In the oppressive silence of his home, Lucian gripped his bottle tighter. His fingers trembled. His gaze drifted toward the bookshelf that lined the far wall. Every time his eyes met that shelf, pain twisted inside his chest, because for a full year, he had believed what he sought most must be hidden there: Lumi's journal.

He had heard rumors about it, whispers that her death had something to do with that very book.

Lucian had torn the house apart searching for it, flipped over every rug, checked behind every shelf, and read through every volume in his collection.

But the journal was never found.

Anger surged within him. He threw the whiskey bottle toward the shelves. Glass shattered with a loud crack, scattering fragments across the floor. Lucian dropped to his knees. His tears mixed with spilled liquor as they hit the wooden planks below.

Grief, guilt, and hatred carved deep wounds through his soul.

After a long, trembling breath, he forced himself up. Carefully avoiding the shards, he began gathering the fallen books one by one.

When his hand reached the top shelf, his fingertips brushed against something different, the texture was not paper but coarse leather, rough and cold.

Hidden between two thick volumes, almost invisible in the shadows, lay a black leather-bound book.

Lucian's heart began to race. He slid the book free, his breath shallow. There was no title, no markings, only a silver seal engraved with a single letter: B. The mark of the Blackvein family.

He untied the cord and slowly lifted the cover. The hinges groaned softly, like an old door opening after decades.

As he turned the first page, a faint, icy wind swept through the room. A small cloud of dust rose into the air, and from within it, a voice whispered in his ears, soft, distant, and ancient:

"If you are worthy to read, then blood must be spilled and the name spoken."

Lucian froze, though not out of fear. His heart pounded violently, but his expression stayed cold.

He knew this spell. He had heard it countless times from Lumi's lips, it was a protection incantation, the kind used on personal grimoires.

This could only mean one thing, it was Lumi's journal.

Lucian crouched, picked up a shard of broken glass from the floor, and drew it across his palm. Blood welled up instantly.

He let the crimson drops fall onto the page and whispered under his breath.

"Lumi Blackvein."

The dust cloud vanished in an instant. The silver seal shimmered faintly before fading.

And then, ink began to spread across the parchment, forming words.

"This book belongs to House Blackvein. Anyone else who reads it shall be cursed."

Lucian's hands trembled as he flipped the pages. The handwriting was strange and uneven but unmistakably Lumi's.

And then his eyes caught on a single word written at the top of a page.

"NecroThesis."

Beneath the title, a complex series of glyphs and runes twisted into a formation.

At the bottom, a note scrawled in Lumi's familiar script.

"The body. The first step."

Below it, in another language, one Lucian didn't recognize, was a line filled with exclamation marks and strange sigils. He ignored it completely.

Lucian's breath quickened. The world seemed to go silent. Every sound and every flicker of the fire faded away, leaving only his heartbeat and the pulse of the wand in his hand. He knew those ingredients, the list written below the spell matched everything stored in his cellar.

Without hesitation, he turned and bolted down the stairs. His boots thudded against the stone floor as he entered the underground chamber.

Shelves lined the walls, filled with jars of powders, dried herbs, crushed bones, and candle wax, remnants of every forbidden art he'd studied. He gathered them all in one frantic sweep, his hands shaking with a strange, wild anticipation.

Then he climbed back upstairs to the coffin.

He paused for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling open the lid. The stench hit him like a wave. 

Inside lay what was left of Lumi. Flesh darkened and shriveled, her once-bright hair now a dull silver tangle. Yet, to Lucian, none of that mattered.

In his eyes, she was still beautiful.

He could still see her smile behind the ruin of decay.

He placed the ingredients around her, drew the ritual sigils on the floor, and grasped his wand.

The crystal tip pulsed once, a heartbeat in the silence.

Lucian raised it high and began to chant.

"Obal'eth nār; veyra keth illum; ashrel vor, keth'anul mar.

Thanix vel, aevum seir; mortis bindrel, anima voss,

nyra-loom ascend, veiltide open…"

The air thickened instantly. The ground began to tremble.

The flames in the fireplace bent backward, drawn toward the coffin.

A dense black smoke erupted from within it, swirling violently. Lucian took a step back, tightening his grip on the wand as its crystal blazed a brilliant violet.

The light spread across the walls, crawling like veins of magic.

The smoke coiled around Lumi's body. Wisps of light moved along her limbs, climbing slowly toward her face.

Lucian's heartbeat thundered in his ears.

A soft crack echoed, followed by another as bones shifted and muscles twitched, and then Lumi's fingers began to move while Lucian stood frozen.

A blinding pulse of purple light burst overhead.

A shimmering blue panel flickered into existence in midair, glowing letters etched across its surface.

[Skill Unlocked] Necromancy Lv.1 Resurrection (Minor)

Lucian's eyes widened. He could hardly breathe. The spell… had worked.

He stared, his whole body trembling as the floating text slowly faded away. When his gaze returned to the coffin, her hand twitched again, faint and almost alive.

"Lumi…" he whispered.

The word left his lips like a prayer. For the first time in a year, hope and something darker had awakened inside him.