Necromancer's Second-Original Chat Group

The Necromancer's Second-Generation Chat Group Host 69

Velding: "I am your Sichen, so do you want to run away?"

Skadi: "What happened to our promise to be deep-sea hunters for life?"

Xia Die: "There is no boundary between death and death, as you yourself have said."

Kyliman: "The Empire is already in two halves, we must form a second Empire!"

Necromancer Wanqi: "My initial wish was really just to escape from that prison."

1999 → Arknights → Honkai Impact 3rd → Warhammer 40K (Cute Sister Regent Version)

This is a light and enjoyable story (thumbs up).

Section 1: Prisoners of the Red Sea

(Hi hi hi, I'm back again (?一▽一)?)

Red Sea, that's the name Wanqi gave this place.

Boundless, it seemed like the sea, yet it wasn't. As far as the eye could see, there was only a deep red. The boundary between the sky and the sea was incredibly blurred, or perhaps there was no boundary at all. In such a world, the only unique color was Wan Qi himself.

But it seems meaningless, truly meaningless. As the only living being here, Wan Qi has been immersed in this crimson for a very, very long time, so long that he has forgotten the time, and some memories have even become blurred. But he is also very certain that he has gone mad more than once.

He didn't know why he was in this place, nor could he understand why he had traveled to this place, and he couldn't find anyone to answer his questions.

All I have is myself and a world of deep red.

This place is so cruel that even suicide is not allowed. The deep red liquid cannot drown a person. When Wan Qi tries to dive in and explore deeper, the surrounding liquid will gently envelop him, and he will fall into a lazy sleep. The time is uncertain, and when he wakes up again, he will definitely be floating on the surface of the water.

Perhaps, I've been inexplicably sealed here.

Holy crap, what the hell did I break to deserve this torture?!

The world fell silent; no one could answer Wan Qi's questions, and all his emotions were insignificant to this world.

Until one day, something appeared in this world.

It was something that looked like a person, well, just like a person. Its outline resembled a person, but when Wan Qi rushed over with excitement, the thing shattered completely, and then some knowledge appeared in his mind.

That was a necromancer's memory.

The memories were incomplete, mostly fragmented, but they still filled Wan Qi with immense joy.

He discovered that he could cast necromancy in this world. No matter what it was like, with it he had something to do and he would never be bored again!

As for the materials used in the experiment, simple, aren't you the materials yourself?

If you die, wouldn't that be a relief?

However, Wan Qi soon discovered that although he would leave behind a corpse after his death, he would still not die. It was as if his soul was anchored by this deep red color, not allowed to leave, and refusing to die.

This is utterly absurd! How can such a magical place exist in the world where even the Grim Reaper would get slapped twice and be sent packing?

Oh well, it doesn't matter. At least I'm not bored anymore. The incomplete necromancy is the best toy for relieving my boredom.

Summoning skeletons, interesting. Suicide, let's try it with our own corpses.

Hate stitching, interesting, suicide, piecing together one's own corpse.

Lich training, interesting. Suicide... Oh, this doesn't require your own corpse, but since I've already committed suicide once, I shouldn't waste the materials; I can taste them to see if they're salty enough.

To be honest, Wan Qi was quite certain that his beautiful mental state was very abnormal, but in order to live as a human being as much as possible, he could only do his best.

"Hmm, today's lunch is steamed pork leg. I never realized before that I'm actually quite tasty."

Wan Qi lay on a huge skeletal warship, which he had pieced together to resemble the Type 055 destroyer. The skeleton and flesh were all produced and consumed by him.

Insufficient materials?

As long as you attempt suicide enough times, you'll always have more material than problems.

He now owns quite a bit of wealth in this Red Ocean, all of which he produces and sells himself.

The famous human-centered game Lobotomy Corporation once told us that people are also a resource.

The human body is composed of approximately 60 elements, among which the most abundant elements, accounting for about 96% of the total mass of the human body, are oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, and nitrogen, which form the basis of water and organic matter.

Following closely behind are the macrominerals, including calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, and magnesium, which together account for about 3.5% of body weight and are crucial for bones, teeth, electrolyte balance, and numerous physiological functions. The remaining 0.5% consists of dozens of trace elements, among which iron, zinc, iodine, selenium, copper, fluorine, iridium, molybdenum, chromium, and cobalt are essential for maintaining enzyme activity, hormone synthesis, immune defense, and other vital activities. Although each is present in extremely small amounts, they are indispensable and require a dynamic balance.

In short, the more times Wan Qi dies, the more corpses he will have, like the players in Miyazaki's games, filling every corner of the game and piling up enough to stun and kill the BOSS.

Do the ancient gods reborn from Bloodborne need flesh and blood? I'll provide an unlimited supply, provided you come and collect it yourself, hahaha!

Necromancy is a special kind of alchemy; you could even call it biomass alchemy. So Wan Qi has almost mastered the art of manipulating his own corpse. It's no exaggeration to say that no one understands his own body better than him. He has a completely open and honest relationship with himself, making full use of every single atom.

Wan Qi has even tried human transmutation in necromancy thousands of times, and has developed his own unique necromancy—microbial manipulation.

After all, necromancy requires souls, but I only have enough biomass here.

After hundreds of experiments, Wan Qi cultivated a special type of necromancy bacteria. By charging and programming these bacteria, he could remotely control the necromancy under his command, making them move and look just like real necromancy.

Considering that low-level undead units are basically a bunch of idiots, these undead creatures remotely controlled by undead bacteria are actually more threatening. Although their potential is limited, their potential is much higher.

In short, according to that necromancer's memories, I am now considered an excellent necromancer.

"I'm almost completely absorbed by this world."

Wan Qi raised his hand, and a ball of deep red flame flickered in his palm. But upon closer inspection, it became clear that this was not a flame at all, but an energy structure made of "water" that was exactly the same as the Red Sea. It just looked a bit like fire because of its active posture, and it could indeed turn into fire according to Wan Qi's wishes.

When can we leave here?

Wan Qi lay on the deck of Skeleton 055, gazing at the sky with utter boredom. In this world where there was no day or night, he had even forgotten his fatigue.

Oh no, something fell on the deck.

Wan Qi quickly got up and walked over with curiosity.

"cell phone?"

Wan Qi used his magic to pick up the object, and after careful examination, he confirmed that it was indeed a mobile phone.

It's still a tri-fold screen, which is cool, but it's not from Huawei. Moreover, when unfolded, the screen isn't a flexible screen, but a rigid spliced ​​screen that fits together seamlessly and leaves no trace no matter how you touch it. In other words, when unfolded, this tri-fold phone feels no different from a tablet.

"Wow, this is high-tech! To fall into a place like this, their technical skills must be pretty high. It can turn on...it's on! It's on! It's on! This can be turned on!"

Wan Qi excitedly rolled around on the ground—literally rolled around on the ground!

He didn't care at all about where the thing came from; even if it was just to relieve his boredom, he was still incredibly happy.

However, after opening the app on the phone, there was only one app on it called "Help for Difficulties".

Who cares, let's click and see!

"If you're in trouble, come to Trouble Helper. If you need help across dimensions, come to Trouble Helper. Trouble Helper will help you get through your difficulties."

The boot animation was exhausting, but Wan Qi was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

"Waaaah, after so many years, I finally hear a voice other than my own! You are my god!"

Upon entering the system interface, my heart pounded with excitement, my hands trembled—perhaps this was my only hope of escaping this predicament.

"Whether there are gods or not, and which kind of gods they are, whatever gets me out of here is Warhammer... but forget about that, just help me, God of Tri-fold Phones!"

Regardless of what kind of prayer this is that has more flaws than all the immoral things the US has done, Wan Qi is very sincere now.

Just then, a line of text appeared on the unfolded tri-fold phone screen: A petite figure lost in the downpour, she longs to meet someone to weather the storm with her. Are you...?

Wan Qi didn't even read it all, just said "Yes, Yes, Yes".

Damn it, I'd rather leave this godforsaken place and settle down to face Horus, who will fight the Emperor!

The next second, the scene before him transformed into an abstract picture composed of countless oil paints, and the surrounding noises brought his long-dormant memories to life.

This was a downpour, a downpour where raindrops flew upwards.

No matter how abstract this matter may seem, Wan Qi was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

I've finally left that awful place.

"Hahahaha! I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! I'm out of that awful place! Hahahaha! Waaaaah!"

In the eerie downpour, Wan Qi's smile was so excited it was distorted, so distorted it was manic. He didn't care at all that the surrounding environment was undergoing inexplicable changes.

Even if I die, it doesn't matter. Dying will end everything, and it's a sure win!

However, these strange phenomena completely bypassed him; his location was not affected at all. On the contrary, the strange raindrops seemed to be afraid of him and frantically moved away from him.

As the torrential rain gradually subsided, a beautiful female voice, brimming with surprise, rang in his ears.

"You...were not washed away by the torrential rain!"

Wan Qi's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped. He turned his head and saw a beautiful young woman dressed in a men's suit. Her pure, emerald-green eyes revealed shock, doubt, and a growing sense of joy.

Just then, the Helper notification appeared: "Request for help has been found. The world anchor point has been locked. Please complete the task to unlock world teleportation permissions."

Just then, the girl cried out in pain. A cell phone, identical to the tri-fold one in Wan Qi's hand, hit her hat, knocking off the top hat that had been covering half her face and revealing a delicate face.

If the most perfect human face is that of a doll, then this girl has achieved that.

Wan Qi was stunned for a second, then activated his Mage's Hand, picked up the phone and hat, and handed them to the girl himself.

"Hello, I'm Wan Qi from Zhen Dan. What's your name?"

I never thought that my CET-6 English, which I struggled with so much back then, would come in handy. Tsk tsk tsk.

However, after speaking, Wan Qi discovered that his spoken English was very precise. Of course, this is also a characteristic of Aurora people; after learning English, their spoken English is as clear as a standard formula.

But he quickly figured out the reason: learning magic naturally develops the brain and improves memory. Necromancers are also magicians, so this aspect would definitely be enhanced. For magicians, photographic memory is a basic skill. Combined with powerful mental retrieval capabilities, the goal is to turn their brains into supercomputers.

In fact, Wan Qi has a wet computing array in the Red Sea that is entirely pieced together from the still usable brain tissue on his own corpse, so he is now essentially carrying multiple super brains with him.

Even after arriving in another world, Wan Qi could still feel that his connection with the Red Sea remained strong, and the pull from there had never disappeared; on the contrary, it was constantly increasing.

Once the intensity exceeds a certain threshold, I should be forced to return to the city.

But that's for later; right now, I'm a free person!

Just then, the girl spoke up: "Hello, Wan Qi, my name is Wilting."

[Photo: Virtin]

Section 2: The Day the Dream Begins

(That's right, this is the second update! (—一▽一)—Does everyone have any votes? (**3*))

“Hello, Wanqi, my name is Wilting,” the girl replied, taking her hat and the strange prop from Wanqi’s hands.

"A very nice name."

Wan Qi smiled and nodded. Now he felt incredibly happy about everything he saw, and being able to talk to people made him even happier.

"Thank you." After expressing his gratitude, Virtin held up the tri-fold folded paper and asked, "Excuse me, do you know what this is?"

"A cell phone? You don't know that?"

"A cell phone? What's that?" Virtue's puzzled expression didn't seem feigned.

"Smartphone? How come you... never mind, judging from your clothes, you don't seem to live in the 21st century. Or is retro style popular here? But you are definitely speaking English. By the way, what year is it now?"

"Wait, wait, what did you just say? The 21st century!?"

Virtue's expression changed from surprise to shock, as if he would bombard Wan Qi with countless questions at any moment.

However, the latter hasn't communicated with anyone for too long, so he's now in a complete chatterbox mode. As long as someone is willing to chat with him, he doesn't mind shifting the topic from why India can't invade the United States to when the United States will become India.

"Yes, the 21st century, what's wrong with that? So what year is it now?"

Virtue took out a pocket watch, whose unique energy fluctuations attracted Wan Qi's mental energy.

It's like magic, but slightly different; it must be a unique, extraordinary power specific to the local area.

So this is actually a fictional Victorian era?

“It is 1929 now,” Wilding replied.

"Oh, the Great Depression is coming soon, what a good time."

“Yes, and then there was World War II,” Wilding said.

"Indeed... wait a minute, how do you, someone who lived in 1929, know about World War II?"