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The Chosen One: Necromancer with the Strongest Trait

That day was supposed to be mediocre. I woke up thinking it was finally my time to carve out my own life. I didn’t wish for anything godly or broken, just something good enough to live a comfortable and honest life. I never expected to awaken anything remarkable, certainly nothing that could compare to the gifts of geniuses from noble or influential families. After all, I was just an orphan, a nobody with nothing to show. I went to the Awakening Ceremony fully prepared to receive a mediocre profession. As for awakening a Trait… I never even considered it possible for someone like me. That’s how it should have been. I stood before the Awakening Crystal, my palm resting lightly against its cool surface. The moment I touched it, a surge of spiritual energy rushed through my body, making my heart pound and my thoughts blur. The sensation was surreal, almost euphoric. And then, a voice echoed within me: [You called to the forgotten souls, and their whispering chorus answered.] [The dead shall heed your call, and the silence of souls shall respond to your will.] [The fallen shall rise once again.] [You have awakened the Unique Profession: Necromancer.] That was the day all my beliefs came crashing down. The day that marked the beginning of my unstoppable rise toward invincibility. The day I took my first step toward domination, for I would trample any and all beneath my unattainable and absolute power. For I possessed the strongest Trait of all. The stronger I became, the more truths of the universe I unveiled, truths about who I was and what I was meant to become. And with every step, it grew clearer. I wasn't a Human. I wasn't a villain and certainly not a hero. I was something superior. I was the Chosen One.
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