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

Having grown up in the Papacy, she knew necromancers were cold-blooded and evil. Her instinct was to refuse, but the words stuck in her throat. After experiencing so much despair, this frail boy before her was like her last lifeline, making it difficult for Flora to let go.

On the day Abyss went to visit the realm of the gods, he originally planned to visit briefly and then return home. However, during his time in the realm of the gods, he discovered a secret unknown to the world.

People in this world worship nine gods, but they were originally just puppets with empty titles. Their true ruler is the creator god of this world.

The world inhabited by the Abyss is merely one of many worlds created by the Creator God. The Creator God does not care about the fate of this world; several major catastrophes in history actually originated from the Creator God's whims.

Three hundred years ago, to relieve his boredom, the Creator God played a crazy game. He summoned five "transmigrators" from another world and gave them a portion of divine power, called a "system." These five naturally achieved extraordinary things, and a hundred years later, with their passing, this divine power naturally disappeared.

Then the creator god messed things up.

Decades ago, the descendants of these time travelers suddenly awakened powers that should have vanished with their ancestors. These powers manifested as superhuman talents, quickly making these descendants legendary figures. However, when the Creator God learned of this, he did not want any geniuses outside his plans to emerge. So, he manipulated the threads of fate, secretly orchestrating various accidents that led to the tragic deaths of five young girls in the prime of their lives, severing the bloodline of the time travelers in this generation. Having done all this, the Creator God departed for other worlds to continue his games, but a logbook left in the divine realm recorded everything.

This might not be of much value to an ordinary mage, but it gave Abyss, who had thought he would live a peaceful life, a new goal—to steal the power of the gods.

So what if the five girls died? The necromancer cares least about life and death.

With the Creator God conveniently absent, this is an opportunity not to be missed. Supreme-level necromancy grants the caster the power of a familiar, which gradually increases from zero to one hundred percent based on the familiar's loyalty... What would happen if necromancy were used to resurrect these five girls possessing divine power, making them familiars of the Abyss?

Abis is very much looking forward to this.

As for how to maximize the loyalty of these five companions, according to the Abyss's experience, the best way is to fulfill their greatest wishes in life. Once the wishes of the deceased are fulfilled, it will be very easy to build a closer relationship with them.

After a period of investigation, the Abyss located the first of these geniuses: Flora, the Holy See's saint from forty years ago, who died at the age of seventeen. The Abyss's plan officially begins today.

Abyss glanced at Flora, who was sitting there looking a little dazed because she was still not quite clear-headed, and smiled happily.

Chapter Three: If You Love Her, Take Her to Dig Up a Grave

Flora was utterly bewildered after being resurrected by the Abyss. Necromancy was one of the "black magic" forbidden by the Church, and mages who used it were to be executed on the spot by paladins upon being reported or discovered. Necromancers and the Church were irreconcilable enemies. Flora, who had received her education from the Church since the age of two, officially became a saint at twelve, and worked until her death at seventeen, never imagined that she would become a necromancer's familiar after death.

What Flora found even more incomprehensible was that she hadn't been resurrected as an ordinary undead without free will. The boy in front of her, with his glowing green eyes, seemed to have resurrected her using the highest level of necromancy—which, while allowing her to fully retain her memories and thinking abilities, came at a great cost to the caster and offered no guarantee of loyalty.

She placed her hand on her chest and could no longer feel her heartbeat. She also couldn't feel her pulse when she pinched her wrist. She had truly become a spirit that still lingered in the world after death.

"Why use such advanced magic to resurrect me? You must have lost a lot of your life force, right?" Flora was silent for a while before asking Abyss, "I heard in class that necromancers have to pay a considerable price to resurrect the dead as high-ranking undead: a third of their life force, half of their magic power, and the high-ranking undead's followers will constantly absorb their life force, making their bodies weak and sickly."

Abyss sat in front of the fire, leisurely roasting a carrot on a twig. He smiled at Flora, then suddenly realized she was talking to him, looking somewhat surprised: "Hmm? Really? Such a high price? I didn't feel it."

"Why did you bring me out of the grave?" Flora asked anxiously. "Although I am a sorcerer, the undead cannot use sorcery."

"The fact that the undead can't use divine magic... I've already said it. I want you to be mine, body and soul, one hundred percent." Abyss smiled and pointed a finger at Flora. "That's my purpose. I'm not lying."

"What...what are you saying?!" Flora even felt her face getting hot...Do undead blush?

Flora stole a glance at Abyss, who was looking at her with blue-green eyes, his gaze as clear as a spring, sincere beyond words.

“I’m very powerful. Just tell me what you wish for,” Abyss said to Flora, sitting cross-legged on the ground while eating a roasted carrot. “I’ll grant your wish.”

"..." Flora lowered her head reluctantly. Having received the education of the Church since childhood, she still could not give herself to a necromancer who used evil magic, even though he was now her master.

Abis shrugged; he didn't seem to mind much.

Flora stretched out her hands, watching her fingers gradually regain their softness and pinkness. Her vision was no longer blurry, and her five senses were returning under the influence of high-level necromancy, even becoming more acute than when she was alive.

Suddenly, Flora heard the faint sounds of armor clanging and rapid footsteps coming from afar outside. She immediately looked up and stared at Abyss, who had just finished eating carrots, with a hint of confusion.

"Flora, I want to ask you, what do you think of the Holy Knights of the Church?" Abyss suddenly threw this seemingly random question at you.

Flora paused for a moment, then replied, “There are good and bad paladins. Most of them are just devout believers who follow the orders of their superiors. Only a few paladins are not loyal to their faith in God and will not treat other kind and innocent people fairly. I don’t like this part of the paladins. The saintess has a position but no power. I can’t change anything. I just hope that the paladins can become more pure.”

Abis raised an eyebrow, seemingly pleasantly surprised: "I thought you... would be more naive."

“Serving the gods requires purity, not naivety.” Flora placed her right hand earnestly on her chest. “This is what His Holiness the Pope taught me when I was a child.”

The footsteps outside grew closer, and the sounds of armor and swords clashing became clearer. Flora, whose hearing had become exceptionally sharp, began to tense up. She tried to stand up from her chair, but her knees were still a bit stiff, and she couldn't muster the strength for a moment.

"Outside……"

"boom!"

The wooden door of the cabin was kicked open by a foot wearing a steel boot, and a fully armed knight burst into the cabin with the cold wind outside. The flames in the hearth flickered, and the light in the room became chaotic.

"Ah!" Flora was startled. The ones who rushed in were paladins of the Holy See, and specifically, judgment knights who carried out executions. Although she had grown up in the Holy See, she still avoided these cold-blooded warriors like the plague.

"The necromancer who stole the saintess's body might be here. Search this place thoroughly! Leave not a single rat alive!" The knight who entered gave the order, and more knights followed in one after another. All of them drew their swords at the same time, and a bloody sense of oppression crept up Flora's chest.

The knights immediately began kicking over every piece of furniture in the room. Flora instinctively thought of finding a place to hide, but she quickly realized that the knights hadn't seen them at all, even though she and Abyss were sitting there openly.

Abyss gave Flora a mysterious smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't let the paladins drag you back to your grave."

Flora asked timidly, "Did you use an illusion?"

“In a way.” Abyss nodded, stood up from the ground, walked to Flora, put an arm around her, and helped her to her feet. “But this house is no longer habitable. These paladins are as savage as ghouls.”

Flora watched in disbelief as the menacing paladins marched past them, ransacking the house and even attempting to smash the floorboards.

"Your Excellency, there is no one in the room, and there is no secret passage!" a paladin suddenly reported loudly towards the door.

At the same time, an old man wearing a fur cloak and a magnificent feathered helmet slowly walked in.

"The necromancer may have used an illusion to seal off this house. I will use the Eye of Truth to search the house!" the priest calmly gave the order.

"Yes, sir!" The well-trained knights immediately guarded all possible exits from the hut.

"It's a high-ranking inquisitor!" Flora, disregarding the fact that Abyss was still holding her from behind, hurriedly tugged at Abyss's clothes. "We can't escape high-ranking divine magic!"

After the priest bowed his head and uttered a few words of prayer, two golden beams of light burst forth from his eyes. Flora immediately sensed an extremely powerful force sweeping across everything nearby. The Eye of Truth is a high-level divine spell, capable of directly scanning any "existing" object from the very source of the world, completely ignoring any illusions. Even a high-level priest must pay the price of being blinded for a week to use it once.

"What should we do!" Although Flora was once a saint, she knew that as an undead, she would also be an enemy of the Church. Once discovered, she would inevitably be "purified," meaning burned to ashes and then placed back in her tomb. The Abyss beside her, who seemed harmless, would certainly be cruelly burned to death in public as well.

The scan by the Eye of Truth was complete. The priest's eyes lost their light, and he closed them in pain. After a long silence, he turned his head toward Flora and the Abyss.

If Flora could still sweat, she would be drenched in sweat by now, overwhelmed by immense fear. She didn't want to die again; she didn't want to experience that sense of emptiness and the agonizing feeling of being powerless to change reality!

“They did stay here, but they must have teleported away using magic,” the priest said at this moment. “Immediately investigate all traces of teleportation portals nearby, retrieve and purify the saintess’s body as soon as possible, and end her humiliation after death. I need to rest for a bit.”

"Check for any traces of portals nearby!" The leading paladin immediately repeated the priest's order. "Drag all the residents of the nearby villages out of their beds and interrogate them using Truth Transmission!"

"Yes!" The disciplined paladins left the room in the blink of an eye without saying a word.

It took Flora a long time to react: "Even the power of the gods can't see you?"

“We’re not even in the same world as them, so of course they can’t see us.” Abis released Flora’s hand. “Watch closely.”

With a snap of his fingers, everything around him changed. The fire in the stove went out, and the house was plunged into darkness. Flora's dark vision, now that she was undead, allowed her to see that the house was full of dust and cobwebs. She could hear the paladins walking away in the snow, and the footprints of the paladins who had just entered were still clearly visible—they had simply ransacked and smashed things in an abandoned house.

With another snap of his fingers, the fire in the stove was reignited, the house was warm again, and the dust and cobwebs disappeared.

“I discovered this during my experiments last year. It’s a parallel universe that overlaps with our world, and I call it the Dark Realm. Events here don’t affect the real world, and it can be quickly restored if it’s damaged. Many of my experiments were conducted here,” Abyss said with a hint of pride. “Those two idiots who broke into the highest-level holy tomb of the Holy See to save the princess have probably escaped safely. Let’s go too; we still have things to do. By the way, just tell me your wish whenever you’ve made up your mind.”

"What are you planning to do?" Flora asked hesitantly.

“After offending the Papacy, I also plan to offend the royal family of the most powerful empire on the continent.” Abyss stretched out a hand to Flora, revealing her snow-white teeth as she smiled. “It’ll be interesting, the two of us go and dig up the grave of the Western Empire’s princess.”

"Digging...digging up a grave!?" Flora looked at Abyss with a complicated expression.

Chapter Four: He is the Monarch of the Dead

The city was bustling with noise. Abyss took Flora's hand and helped her jump down from a translucent warhorse that glowed with a bluish light. He then reached out his hand to the horse, which neighed and turned into a wisp of bluish smoke that disappeared into one of the rings on Abyss's hand.

Then, he snapped his fingers lightly, and the two of them were released from the Underworld.

Flora was no longer wearing the magnificent burial gown she had donned; instead, she wore a simple white dress typical of commoners, and the makeup she had applied before the burial had been removed that evening. As a former saint of the Holy See, Flora was still very beautiful even without makeup. To avoid trouble, Flora lowered her head slightly, approached the Abyss, and whispered, "Are we just going to appear like this on the street?"

“Don’t worry, we didn’t just appear out of nowhere in other people’s eyes. No one will notice anything unusual about us; they just won’t be able to recall how we got here.” Abyss shrugged. He had also taken off his cloak, revealing himself to be wearing only inconspicuous cloth armor. His full head of gray hair, while uncommon, wasn’t extremely rare either; many humans with elven blood had this hair color.

“Aren’t the rings on your hands too conspicuous?” Flora was still worried, pointing at the Abyss. “Wearing so many rings will make us seem suspicious, especially if the Vatican finds out…”

“Oh, no one else can see it.” Abyss waved his hand at Flora. “I really used an illusion this time. Now the ring on my hand is like an ogre’s brain, impossible to find.”

"Do you always have to use internal organs as a metaphor...?"

“…Sorry, I’m used to talking like this.” Abyss stuck out half of his tongue.

This city of the Western Empire is not far from Flora's tomb. The Western Empire can be said to be the most powerful empire on the continent, with a developed economy. The headquarters of the Holy See is also located in the Western Empire. As a neighbor of the highest-level holy tomb, the city is naturally not small.

The Abyss led Flora out of the tomb just as night fell. They stayed in the hut until midnight before setting off this way. Riding their summoned undead warhorses, they arrived at sunrise. After daybreak, Flora realized just how advanced the necromancy the Abyss had used on her truly was: while high-level necromancy could preserve the memories and thoughts of the dead, the awakened dead still suffered from the common ailment of the undead—a fear of sunlight. However, Flora followed the Abyss through the streets without even an umbrella, feeling no harm from the sunlight; in fact, the warmth of the sun made her feel quite comfortable.

The boy beside her became increasingly mysterious to Flora. According to him, he was only sixteen years old, even a year younger than Flora herself when she died, yet he knew such advanced necromancy.

Necromantic spells are extremely difficult to learn. Each necromancy spell is not a simple spell, but a combination of multiple spells, and the more advanced the spell, the more intricate it becomes. The reason why necromancers are rare on the continent is not only due to the Holy See's suppression, but also because the entry barrier for necromancy itself is too high.

“We’re going to the Vatican’s library.” Abis pulled Flora’s hand as they weaved through the crowd. “The location of the Vatican’s Holy Sepulchre is not a secret, but the location of the Imperial Princess’s tomb is strictly confidential. We must check the records in the history books.”

Although Flora wasn't keen on going with the Abyss to dig up the royal tomb, she still asked curiously, "Can we find the location of the princess's tomb in the history books?"

“Of course not.” Abyss glanced back at Flora. “But we can gradually deduce where the people who participated in the princess’s burial are. The princess we’re going to dig out is the illegitimate daughter of the previous emperor of the Western Empire, Princess Leona. She died forty-two years ago. I suppose many of the people who participated in the funeral arrangements are already dead—I love dead people the most.”

Flora felt a chill run down her spine. She saw that Abyss's eyes were clear and his expression was serious. It was clear that he wasn't joking; he really liked dead people.

“Princess Leona… I’ve heard of her. She was the illegitimate daughter of the emperor and a noblewoman. It seems she awakened her battle aura at the age of one, and her strength steadily increased from then on, reaching the highest level of ninth-rank battle aura by the age of ten.” Flora searched her memories. “Later, she continued to grow stronger, but the standard on the continent only went up to the ninth rank, so she couldn’t advance any further. It’s just a pity that she died shortly after coming of age from the backlash caused by the turbulent flow of her battle aura…”

“She died from a vicious curse.” Abyss suddenly stopped and stared intently at Flora. “Princess Leona’s true cause of death was a curse.”

"Huh?" Flora was stunned.

“No undead can lie to me, so I know a lot of the truth.” Abyss smiled slightly, then took Flora’s hand in a somewhat domineering manner and continued walking. “The living are not under my control, but once they lose their lives, they have only one path left: to submit to me.”

Flora blinked her beautiful eyes, remaining silent. She distinctly sensed the Abyss's unwavering confidence and a subtle air of regal authority in his voice—an aura she had only ever witnessed in emperors and popes—the pride and composure of a true ruler surveying all living beings. The emperor was the sovereign of the people, the pope the sovereign of the believers, but the Abyss… was the sovereign of the dead!

……

"Without the Vatican's blue badge and without thirty Imperial coins, you can't enter the library." The librarian at the door glanced sideways at the two people in front of him.

The deceased monarch was blocked at the door by the librarian because he couldn't pay.

“I forgot that the Vatican’s library charges admission, and it’s very expensive.” Abyss turned to Flora, looking embarrassed. “I used the last of my money to buy you a dress.”

"I...I'm sorry." Flora hadn't expected that a powerhouse like Abyss wouldn't be able to come up with a single penny, and she instinctively lowered her head.

“No, I don’t want your apology. It’s just that I’m as poor as a werewolf right now.” Abyss scratched his head. “How about this, let’s go and earn some money first.”

"How am I supposed to make money?" Flora looked at Abyss's empty hands with embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I don't know anything except divine magic and singing... and even divine magic..."

“Let’s go to the mercenary guild in the city. They should have enough quests for us to go to the library.” Abyss waved his hand. “Anyway, it’s just running errands, no problem at all.”

"Ah... a mercenary guild..." Flora remembered that such an organization did exist on the continent, but it wasn't exactly a powerful force. It was just a group of mercenaries who came together to facilitate taking on commissions and making deals. They were basically present in every major city. The Holy See had the utmost contempt for these mercenaries who would do anything for money, living a life of constant danger. As a saintess, Flora had naturally been taught not to associate with them. She never expected that today she would actually be going to the mercenary guild herself to take on a commission.

However, Flora did not feel humiliated; on the contrary, she felt curious and a little excited.