This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead. (Author: Huang Mo)

The descendants of time travelers—five genius girls—possess divine power. Winning over them would allow one to surpass humanity! However, they seem to have been dead for decades, making them impossible to win over?

"It's just a dead person. Just dig up the grave, pull them out of the coffin, and that's it. Sorry, but we necromancers really can do whatever we want." — Necromancer Abyss

Book One, Chapter One: The Necromancer Stole Something Important

"Roar!"

In the dark, dust-covered underground palace, a knight in armor, his body gleaming with magical runes, swung a massive hammer engulfed in raging flames of battle aura, slamming it down with tremendous force on a lightly armored woman wielding a sword and shield before him.

The woman let out a furious roar, raising her shield without hesitation and pressing it against the ground with all her might, her body engulfed in dazzling purple flames of battle aura. Behind her stood a young girl in a blue mage's robe, who swiftly brandished her wand, casting a thick magical shield around her.

"Boom!"

The giant hammer collided with the steel shield, even distorting and exploding the surrounding air. A faint sound of shattering crystal rang out; the magical shield shattered after only a moment. The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, her joints cracking, but her battle aura shone even brighter, as she withstood the armor's blow. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, and with a twist of her body, her sword instantly severed the knight's legs. Then, seizing the momentum, she delivered a thrust that pierced the armor's chest.

A dense crackling sound emanated from inside the armor, and large bursts of magical lightning gushed out from the pierced areas like a fountain, immediately scattering on the ground and turning into a pile of ordinary armor.

"Henna...we've arrived! The tomb of Saint Flora is just ahead!" the woman excitedly told the mage girl behind her. "As long as we get Saint Flora's personal pendant, 'Drawn Spring,' Her Highness will be saved! Saint Flora was the most powerful sorcerer in the history of the continent. Even her personal jewelry has powerful healing and calming effects. We'll be able to...wow!"

Before she could finish speaking, she coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked dejected.

"Captain!" Haina cried out in surprise.

"Cough... I'll open the gate for you. There should be more armored guards like this inside. I'll try my best to hold them off. Use the Pull spell to get the Spring of Sweet Water and run. Don't waste time because of me." The captain gave a bitter smile.

"Everyone else in the team is dead. Captain, you have to come back alive, otherwise how can I explain to everyone..." Haina's tears flowed down her cheeks.

"This is not the time for such talk! Obtain the Spring of Sweet Water, save Her Highness the Princess's life! Save our country!" the captain shouted in a hoarse voice. "We have broken into Saint Flora's Holy Tomb on our own. Even if we escape, the Holy See will not let me, the commander, off the hook. But as long as the Princess survives that indescribable monster that keeps appearing in our dreams, she can lead our people to restore our country! Reclaim our last hope! Cough cough... Get ready!"

The captain staggered forward, squeezing out a bit of strength from his exhaustion and pain, and struggled to open the heavy stone door of the tomb.

"Woo—" A deep roar suddenly rang in their ears.

They looked up simultaneously. Standing behind the stone gate were not the armored guards they had encountered along the way, but two enormous stone statues, each six people tall. Dazzling magical runes danced across their bodies, and a massive magical core spun and burned wildly in their chests. Just standing there, an aura of death gripped the captain and Heina's throats.

“The… the Supreme Golem…” The captain and Hena’s hearts sank at the same time.

The Supreme Golem is the world's most powerful magical servant, capable of reducing an incredibly strong eighth-tier warrior to dust with a single punch, and its magical waves are equivalent to a seventh-tier mage's spell. Even the captain, a powerful seventh-tier warrior, couldn't escape their presence. Why are there two of them in this tomb simultaneously? What kind of investment did the Holy See make in this tomb?

Now, let alone holding them off, the captain and Heina won't even survive a second.

"It's over..."

"Whoosh!!" The Supreme Golem roared, its enormous fist descending at a speed disproportionate to its size, instantly plunging the Captain and Hena's vision into darkness.

silence--

"Excuse me, could you two please?" Suddenly, a young boy's voice rang out from behind them.

The Supreme Golem's fist hovered a foot above their heads. They immediately turned around, and behind them stood a thin boy dressed in black cloth armor and a black cloak.

He had gray hair, turquoise blue-green eyes, pale skin, and a thin body. Each finger on both hands was adorned with rings of various colors, making him appear extremely eerie in the dark tomb.

"Are you a mage from the Holy See...?" The captain finally couldn't hold on any longer; her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. "We've failed..."

Hena also plopped down on the ground and began to sob uncontrollably.

“Wait, you’ve misunderstood. I don’t know anyone from the Holy See.” The boy suddenly waved his hand and said. His voice was deep but pleasant. “I’m just an ordinary wild mage who was passing by. When I came in, I saw that there were two other living people, so I just stopped by to chat.”

"Huh?" The captain's unfocused eyes suddenly regained a spark of light, and Haina stopped crying in surprise.

"You want the saintess's personal belongings, right?" The boy smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. "I don't like to stand by and watch someone die; that makes me seem useless. I'm just passing by anyway, and I don't need those things, so I'll give them to you. In return, just don't go around talking about it after you leave."

"Are you crazy? You can't possibly defeat him..." the captain questioned instinctively, but when he looked up, he found that the Supreme Golem seemed to be bound by some invisible force, trembling violently, but unable to move an inch.

"So it's a deal?" The young man nodded in satisfaction. "No one could refuse such a bargain, as worthwhile as the heart of a magic swordsman."

Before he finished speaking, he raised one hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Gahhhhh!!!" A green light burst out from the boy's robes and instantly condensed into a giant skull in mid-air. The skull let out a chilling, sharp roar, while its two eyes, burning with green flames, stared at the Supreme Golem in front of it like well-trained hunting dogs.

"I'll give you five seconds to take them down," the boy said calmly.

"Gah!" The green light on the skull suddenly intensified, and its eyes flashed with a light so bright that it was impossible to open them. The terrifying magical fluctuations made the captain and Heina's hearts almost stop beating.

The golem raised its head, opened its mouth, and spewed out a magical wave carrying terrifying heat.

At this moment, dazzling beams of light shot from the skull's eyes, colliding with the golem's magical waves.

The shockwave instantly pulverized large sections of the floor tiles, scattering debris from the walls. The captain and Heina were blown down and pressed firmly to the ground. The boy with green eyes stood leisurely in the very center of the explosion, his robes snapping and crackling in the strong wind.

Rumble!

The magical waves spewed by the golems melted away like snow in a raging fire before the beams of light from the skull. The two beams from the skull's eyes each struck a golem, and the golems, which had almost magic immunity, were blasted into white-hot fragments.

The deafening echo lingered in the underground palace for more than ten seconds before gradually fading away.

After doing all this, the boy walked through the stone gate that had been shattered by the aftershocks, strolled forward, kicked the earthenware burial urn next to the coffin, rummaged through it, and then threw a small object directly to the captain.

Sitting on the ground, still shaken, the captain grabbed what the boy had thrown at her, a tingling sensation spreading through her wounds. She looked closely and saw a teardrop-shaped moonstone pendant in her hand—the very "Spring of Sweet Dew" that her entire squad had risked their lives for?

"It's the Spring of Sweet Water!" When Haina saw the pendant in the captain's hand, she burst into tears of joy, and tears fell again.

The captain held the spring water tightly in his hand, biting his lower lip, and stared at the boy who seemed to be shopping in a mall.

Who exactly is he? His magic seems to be necromancy; could he be a necromancer?

Necromancers are the Church's number one enemy! The Church's divine magic naturally counters necromancy, and any necromancer with common sense would avoid the Church like the plague... So why is he here...? What is he planning to do?

The boy groped around on the coffin for a while, and then actually lifted the lid of the saintess's ornate coffin, which was decorated with various gems! And that wasn't all; he put his hands inside and started grabbing around in the coffin.

That was the remains of a saint! Compared to the sin of desecrating a saint's remains, the captain stealing a pendant is nothing!

In front of the captain and Hena, the boy's actions gradually became strange. He put one hand into the coffin, as if he had grabbed something, and then slowly pulled it out.

The captain and Hena almost popped their eyes out—from the coffin, a stunningly beautiful girl in a gorgeous dress, with her eyes closed and full of blonde hair, slowly sat up as the boy pulled her up.

"He...he..." Haina trembled with fear, "He'll be hunted down to the ends of the earth by the Holy See..."

The boy helped the saint's body, which had already sat up, slowly step out of the coffin and onto the ground. The saint's eyes were now open. Although her body had been blessed by the Church and remained unchanged from her life, her eyes were cloudy and unfocused, devoid of any expression. The underground palace was utterly silent, save for the rustling of the saint's clothes as she moved and the suppressed breathing of Captain Haina and her companion.

"What does he want the saintess's remains for..." The captain's expression shifted between light and shadow. Her premonition had been correct; he was a necromancer, and a very powerful one at that!

"Let's go," the boy said gently to the saintess's remains.

The saint's body obediently took a step forward, but her joints seemed a little stiff, and she almost fell over, but the boy caught her in time.

"Hmm...it seems we'll have to wait a while. How about this, I'll carry you away." The boy stroked his chin for a moment, then opened his arms to the saintess's remains.

The saint's body obediently opened its arms and somewhat clumsily nestled into the boy's embrace.

"Flora is so cute...?" The boy picked up the saintess in his arms, seemingly very happy. He chuckled softly and strode outside.

The captain and Hena were completely stunned.

As the boy passed by the two girls, he gave them a special reminder with a smile: "I've already removed all the remaining traps along the way. Don't tell anyone what I look like after you get out. It wouldn't make a difference, but if I did, I'd have to take down the Papacy. I hate chaos the most."

And so, this mysterious young man swaggered towards the exit, carrying the body of the most talented and respected saint in the history of the Holy See, as if he were strolling through a shopping mall.

"He! He's Lian Shi..."

The captain swiftly covered Haina's mouth with a hand gesture.

Chapter Two: The Collection of Undead Girls?

"A necromancer should treat every undead he summons with kindness."

The Abyss's master always kept this phrase in mind until he died two years ago from the plague after dissecting the zombies he had awakened.

Abyss gently helped the slightly dazed Flora to sit on a goatskin-covered chair. They were now in a warm little cabin. Although the wind howled outside, the fire in the fireplace warmed their skin and illuminated the room. A small iron pot hung in the fireplace, its contents bubbling with a strange aroma. He gently brushed the dust off the girl and smoothed her long hair with his fingers.

The Vatican has an extremely rigorous set of standards for selecting saintesses. This Saint Flora was not only the youngest and most promising shaman in the history of the Vatican, but also an unparalleled beauty. Her hair was full of smooth, slightly wavy golden hair, her features were as delicate as a porcelain doll's, her eyes were a dreamlike pale gold, and her fair skin was flawless. Even without color, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Abyss admired her for a while as if appreciating a work of art; he loved this quiet beauty.

"Flora Cicatia Saint Frossespin. By my command, obey my will, through endless cycles of reincarnation, may your soul return."

Abyss's long, slender fingers pressed against the girl's brow, and a string of obscure, ancient language floated from his lips. A flash of blue light appeared in the girl's eyes, then her dilated pupils began to shrink, and a glimmer of life began to spread in her previously lifeless eyes. Necromancy had summoned her soul back, and her consciousness was gradually returning to her body.

"Don't move. I'm going to give you some herbal medicine. Your vocal cords were damaged by poison before you died." Abis gently patted Flora's shoulder twice.

With that, he turned to grab the small pot from the fireplace. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin, pale arms, and, ignoring the heat of the flames, plunged them directly into the fire. His arms were covered in frost, and the intense heat didn't harm him at all. He grabbed the still-boiling pot, supporting the bottom, and the herbs inside immediately stopped boiling. By the time he placed the pot in front of Flora, the herbs had even stopped steaming.

“Come on, open your mouth and drink it.” Abis held the iron pot to Flora’s lips.

Still somewhat dazed, Flora didn't obediently open her mouth to drink the herb. Her eyes widened suddenly, and fear instantly crept onto her face. She groaned in a hoarse, almost imperceptible voice, refusing, turning her head to one side, her still stiff body instinctively shrinking back, and two tears immediately streamed from her beautiful golden eyes.

Abis frowned and remained silent for a long while, then sighed softly: "I'm sorry, it was my oversight."

He extended his left hand, and a soft blue light emanated from his palm, enveloping Flora, who quickly regained her composure.

Abyss still doesn't know where his talent comes from. From the age of one, when he could remember, he was taught necromancy under his master's care. By the age of three, he had mastered all the apprentice-level spells and was considered an advanced practitioner; by the age of eight, his master could no longer teach him any new spells. So, his master, who was then old and frail like a dry straw, took him on a journey around the world, visiting the homes and tombs of every famous necromancer, searching for all kinds of advanced or forbidden necromancy.

Three years ago, when the Abyss was thirteen, his master announced that he had mastered ninety-nine percent of the necromancy in the world and asked the Abyss to develop new spells on his own. However, a year later, he died in front of the Abyss because he was too weak and contracted the plague.

The Abyss didn't really care; to him, there was no difference between the dead and the living. It was only because his master had repeatedly instructed him before his death not to resurrect him that the Abyss refrained from casually lifting his master up. After his master's death, he quickly grasped the ultimate secrets of necromancy and was able to glimpse the realm of the gods—he wandered the divine realm for an entire day without the gods noticing him, not only confirming the existence of the gods worshipped in this world but also discovering that gods truly don't need to use the toilet.

The herbs in the pot were fed to Flora, who had calmed down. Flora's throat moved slightly as she drank all the herbs.

The herbs quickly took effect under the influence of magic. Abyss closed his left hand, the light disappeared, and Flora regained her senses.

"Who are you...where am I..." Her restored voice was very pleasant, but her tone was still full of panic and unease.

“My name is Abyss. Don’t worry, you’re no longer in the Vatican. You’re in a small cabin on the mountain.” Abyss looked at Flora with his soft, bluish-green eyes.

“So cold…” Flora suddenly shivered, her eyes widening as she looked around anxiously. “I… I remember them holding down my limbs and prying open my mouth… My stomach hurts so much, and then there was nothingness, a long, endless nothingness… Your Majesty, where is His Holiness the Pope?”

“You are dead, Flora.” Abyss shrugged. “You’ve been in your grave for forty years. Your pope died three days after you fell from a building and died. The current pope is the second one.”

Flora was startled by Abyss's words. She grabbed Abyss's wrist: "I'm already dead? You're a necromancer? I... yes... I should indeed be dead."

“That’s right. Logically speaking, I am your master now.” Abyss grasped Flora’s cold hand in return, smiling faintly as he stared intently into her eyes. “To put it another way, I am now the only person you can rely on—you can entrust me with fulfilling the wishes you didn’t complete in your previous life.”

Flora's mouth was slightly open, but she couldn't say anything.

“No matter what you think now, you can trust me completely as long as you need me.” Abyss pressed his face close to Flora’s. “I know what you went through in your final days, and I know who caused it all. From today onward, I am your new hope. Flora, I want you to belong to me, body and soul, one hundred percent. Will you follow me?”

Flora's heart, which had stopped beating for forty years, suddenly trembled.