Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Today!

　Awakening from his slumber once more, Moros projected his consciousness back into the orb of light in his mind.

　He has repeated this operation more than once in the past month.

　Each time, Moros could feel his consciousness getting closer and closer to actually making contact with the sphere of light.

　According to his estimation, this time, he would be able to touch the radiant orb that shone brightly in his mind.

　Then I'll be able to find out the true nature of the cheat system.

　With this thought in mind, Moros's consciousness touched the shimmering orb of light.

　At that very moment, a massive amount of information surged out from the sphere of light, completely overwhelming Moros's consciousness.

　It took a whole day for Moros to wake up again.

　So that's what my time travel was all about...

　Recalling the information that surged from the sphere of light, Moros understood why he had traveled to this world.

　In the end of his previous life, he made a deal with a great being, exchanging his name for time travel and a cheat-like ability.

　This is why his cheat ability wasn't truly activated until he regained his name.

　So, let me see what kind of cheat code I got by trading my old name for.

　Thinking this, Moros touched the ball of light again with his mind.

　This time, the sphere of light did not unleash another torrent of information, but Moros's consciousness experienced a dizzying sensation.

　When his consciousness returned, Moros was surprised to find himself hundreds of meters in the air.

　Help! ! !

　Terrified, Moros instinctively screamed and desperately closed his eyes, unwilling to witness the moment he was smashed to pieces.

　But after waiting for a long time, I didn't feel any severe pain.

　Am I not dead?

　Blinking, Moros realized that he was suspended high in the air, with no sign of falling.

　Right, I am currently a consciousness, not a physical entity.

　After calming down, Moros began to take in everything around him.

　From Morros's current perspective, he can see the ruins of a city directly below him.

　Amidst the ruins of the city, a building that exudes solemnity and mystery stands tall.

　This is a tall, stone spire-like building with a pointed roof and thick stone walls. The most striking feature is the huge scarlet band of light on the building.

　Just as Moros's attention was focused on the scarlet light band, a stream of information surged out from it and poured into his consciousness.

　Having learned from his previous experience, Moros did not lose consciousness this time.

　Shaking his dizzy head, Moros's mind raced.

　The next moment, his perspective plummeted downwards, and the city ruins on the ground rapidly magnified.

　In the blink of an eye, Moros's consciousness entered a gray-black palace.

　Is this the interior of that stone spire...?

　After surveying his surroundings and finding nothing of interest, Moros followed the guidance from the information he had just received and headed towards the heart of the stone spire—the throne room.

　As Moros stepped into the throne room, a dazzling crystal that had been floating in the center of the hall descended.

　As he caught the falling crystal, Moros's eyes seemed to light up.

　Lord's Heart!

　This is the core of the golden finger he acquired through the trade.

　【Lord's Heart】: Use it to become a lord and gain hero status.

　Without the slightest hesitation, Moros's consciousness opened its mouth and swallowed the crystal.

　[Lord's Heart successfully used. Checking user status...]

　[Users are human; Bulwark, Outpost, Swamp, Elemental, and Hell factions are closed...]

　Users can choose from factions such as Sanctuary, Academy, Cemetery, and Dungeon...

　As the information from the Lord's Heart surfaced, descriptions of the four selectable factions also appeared in Moros's mind.

　After weighing the pros and cons of these four camps, Moros made his choice.

　Although the Academy camp is the best choice from a livability perspective.

　But Moros, who was just an ordinary person in his previous life, knew that his leadership skills were probably insufficient to manage those camps with particularly strong initiative.

　Therefore, Moros only has one choice.

　Choose the cemetery faction!

　As Moros made his choice, streaks of light shot out from the Lord's Heart, merging him into the ruins of the city.

　It took Moros most of the day to regain consciousness.

　Village Hall: Allows you to build structures and provides 500 gold coins daily.

　Looking at the semi-transparent panel that appeared in front of him, Moros let out a hearty laugh.

　"Ha, haha, hahaha..."

　He knew that from this day forward, he was a cemetery lord.

Chapter 3 Heroes and Cemeteries

　It took Moros a long time to calm himself down after laughing for a while.

　Then, on a whim, he activated his hero attributes.

　【Moros】

　[Level: 0 (Can be promoted after choosing a profession)]

　[Race: Human]

　[Template: Standard]

　[Occupation: Not selected]

　[Racial Talent: Learning (Experience Gain Efficiency +5%)]

　[Hero Specialty: Necropolis Lord (Attack and Defense +1 every 5 levels when commanding Necropolis units)]

　[Attack: 0] (Affects the attack power of the unit in a cumulative manner)

　[Defense: 0] (Affects the unit's defense in a cumulative manner)

　[Spell Power: 0] (Affects the effectiveness of the hero's own spells)

　[Knowledge: 1] (Affects a hero's maximum mana and mana regeneration)

　Although he knew from the start that his hero attributes would be terrible, Moros still felt dizzy when the hero panel provided by the graveyard actually appeared in front of him.

　In his previous life, he would never have chosen such a hero.

　But now that this is his own heroic attribute, Moros still feels he has to try to salvage it.

　To save yourself, the first thing to do is to choose a profession and raise your level to 1.

　The Necropolis faction only offers lords two class options.

　A physical damage-focused team, with the Death Knight as the main damage dealer.

　A magic-based mage, specifically a necromancer focusing on spell power and knowledge.

　Given the choice, Moros naturally chose the Necromancer as his profession.

　Moros hadn't forgotten that the previous job descriptions had already explained the origins of the Necropolis faction.

　The Necropolis faction was established by necromancers after they were expelled from the Academy faction.

　The Death Knight, on the other hand, was created by necromancers to assist them in managing their undead armies.

　Therefore, as long as Moros's intelligence doesn't drop below a certain threshold, he wouldn't be able to make any choice other than the [Necromancer].

　Reality isn't a game; there's no such thing as class balance.

　If you can be a mage, who would want to be a miserable kitchen knife squad member?

　As Moros made his choice, information about the legacy of the Necromancer appeared in his mind.

　[Level Up...]

　[Experience points unlocked...]

　[Curse Power +1]

　[Gained Class Skill: Necromancy]

　Necromancy (Basic): Drives 20% of fallen enemies into undead.

　With his eyes closed, Moros carefully considered the information brought by becoming a [Necromancer], and a surprised smile appeared on his face.

　Upon successfully becoming a Necromancer, Moros not only gains access to the class skills available through the hero panel, but also acquires all related knowledge.

　In other words, once he learns and masters this profound magical knowledge, Moros can even detach himself from the hero panel and cast the corresponding skills on his own.

　This is equivalent to soldiers using firearms and engineers manufacturing firearms.

　In the early stages, soldiers' combat effectiveness is no less than that of engineers, but in terms of potential, engineers can leave soldiers far behind.

　After closing the hero panel, Moros opened his eyes again.

　At this moment, his eyes blazed with the fire of burning ambition.

　With such a good start, I will surely stand in the heavens in this life!

　Having made up his mind, Moros walked toward the enormous bone throne in the center of the throne room.

　Although he could access the territory management panel anytime, anywhere as long as he was in the ruins of the city, Moros felt it was more appropriate to manage his territory from the bone throne in the town council hall.

　Life should always have a little bit of ritual!

　As a conscious being, Moros could not actually feel what it was like to sit on the bone throne.

　Even with the physical sensations, Moros probably wouldn't care about the feeling in his buttocks now.

　The moment he brought up the territory management panel, a massive flow of information surged into Moros's consciousness.

　This caused him to collapse directly onto the Bone Throne.

　In other words, Moros had already completed his inauguration and embarked on a path beyond that of ordinary people; otherwise, this flood of information would have been enough to make him fall into a coma.

　Once he regained his composure, Moros began to analyze the information carried by the information flow.

　So that's how it is. My territory is located in a small demiplane...

　Moros extracted a lot of useful information from this jumbled mess.

　First, there is the location of his territory.

　The ruins of this city were originally located in a prime material plane.

　However, under the immense power of the great being with whom he had made a deal before his transmigration, the ruins of this city, along with the entire surrounding area, were all sent into a demiplane.

　What is a demiplane?

　A demiplane is a small, finite hyperspace with its own unique laws.

　Even though it is only a small demiplane, its area is no less than that of a province on Earth.

　Under the power of that unknown great being, this small demiplane has been completely bound to Moros's soul, and he can freely enter and exit the demiplane with just a thought.

　Not only Moros himself, but if he wanted, he could also open a demiplane portal, allowing beings from the demiplane to enter his own world.

　Of course, the reverse is also true.

　A world the size of a province still belongs to Moros alone.

　This is another part of the golden finger he gained by exchanging his own name.

　After sorting through the information in his mind, Moros began to examine the resources that came with this cemetery territory.