Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel



As Karyk experienced so many lives, he did slowly start to learn the value of each life... In the past, other than his own life and his family, he didn't care about anyone. 

However, after going through hundreds of lives, it was as if all the lives were him, and he was in all those lives. He was a god who was everywhere, yet nowhere. His hands in real life were covered in the blood of so many people. And now, all those thoughts were like a demon, trying to swallow him whole. 

Amongst the lives he lived, some were taken by his own hands!

In one life, he lived as a weak father, trying to take care of his sick daughter. However, when he went out to buy medicine for his daughter, he was caught in a battle between Karyk and someone else, dying.

Not long after him, his daughter also died of sickness. However, Karyk didn't even know about it, until he lived that life himself. 

When he accidentally took lives, those lives didn't have a story. They didn't have a face. Those lives were insignificant for him. However, his inner demons were getting bigger slowly. 

He came out of the memory, holding his head tightly. The faces of the daughter, and all those people that he lost in those memories kept appearing before his eyes, making him feel as if his head was going to explode!

"Arghhh! Stop it!" He roared, raising his head, feeling as if he was going crazy. However, these were his own demons, who were in his mind and his memories...

He kept hitting the ground with his fist, making the ground tremble. However, wherever he looked, he only saw those strange memories and those faces. 

It was as if all these lives that he took, were coming back to haunt him. 

He was so busy fighting his invisible heart demons that he didn't have time to notice that his entire body was finally covered in the Element of Death! He had finally reached the threshold of complete control over death!

He had reached the threshold of a true demon. His body was slowly going through a change. His skin became even better. His eyes became brighter. His height increased, albeit by only a few inches. 

His physical strength had also increased, along with the quality of his blood becoming purer. His soul was already strong. However, it was also going through a change, awakening something that was buried deep inside all this time. 

Despite all the changes, Karyk didn't notice anything. He roared wildly, feeling his head thumping. There was no escaping it! Even someone like him was failing to control himself. 

He felt so much in pain, that he was willing to do anything for even the slightest of relief, even if it meant entering another memory. 

With his bloodshot eyes, he glanced at the next tombstone. His figure flickered, as he appeared a few meters ahead. 

He placed his hand on the tombstone, feeling his consciousness sucked inside. Finally, his mind felt at ease... Giving him some relief. 

However, the memory this time appeared to be different. This time, he wasn't born as a mortal. Instead, he found himself in a world much different. Just the aura around the world was different. It was even purer than the upper realm. 

The memories he was now accessing belonged to someone born in the Realm of Gods... The child of a real God!

Even in childhood, he was physically stronger than a mortal adult. When he was just five years old, he could already pick up more than 100kg with ease, like it was a toy. 

His father was also one of the stronger gods, but he was always busy. As a child, he rarely saw his father... 

Fortunately, he had friends to keep himself busy. His friends were similar to him, and were children of many prominent families. However, one day, he noticed his friends beating another young boy. 

The boy had a frail body, akin to a mortal. His hair was long and dark, yet there was something about him that Karyk found familiar. 

Since he was in the memories of another person, he couldn't change anything. The young boy whose memories he lived, simply just watched the dark haired man beaten. 

He stepped closer, asking his friend who that guy was. How was someone like that, who appeared to be so frail and weak, living in the Realm of Gods. Whose son was he?

However, when he heard the answer, he was frozen. The boy was said to be the son of one of the three strongest gods of his time. However, despite that, no one was trying to save him. 

Things became even more complicated when he heard what the name of the boy was. The person on the ground was known as Chaos. 

This was the first introduction between the person whose memories Karyk experienced, and Chaos. 

He still couldn't believe that the weak and frail person on the ground was the same person who was going to destroy half the Realm of God in the future. 

After thrashing Chaos, one of the boys kicked him away. 

Karyk didn't understand why these guys beat Chaos. He wanted to ask, but it was a memory in which this question wasn't asked. 

Throughout the next few years, it became clear. Chaos had a really bad reputation in the Realm of Gods. It was said that he didn't have the abilities of his father. He was no different than a mortal, with only a stronger Physique and nothing else. 

That's why almost everyone looked down on him. For some reason, even his own father didn't pay attention to him. Follow current s on ɴovelFɪre.net

On the contrary, Chaos had a younger brother, who wasn't unlucky like him. His younger brother was named Janus, who had inherited all the abilities of his father. 

Most of the time, Chaos didn't appear outside. Karyk almost never got to see him in these memories. 

However, when he was eighteen years old, it was time for the Inheritance Test of Gods.