Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate

When I first met Lux, I thought of him as just a filthy low-lander, who was only good enough to grovel on my feet and ask for my mercy and generosity.

Truth be told, I was one of the Dragon Borns who had a very big secret that I tried to hide from everyone.

And that big secret was that I had an inferiority complex.

Growing up, I could only watch as my brothers, sisters, friends, and acquaintances became stronger, leaving me behind.

Many teased and even bullied me because of this, which further made me look down upon myself, further developing my inferiority complex.

Fortunately, my two Grandmas, Grandma Faustina and Grandma Augustina, stood behind me, making those who treated me like trash no longer dare to say it in my face.

Perhaps because they spoiled me silly, I felt like I could use their influence to get back at those people who had once looked down on me.

Sure, they were many times stronger than me and even better than me, but their fathers, mothers, grandmas, and grandfathers weren't as strong as the two Dragon Borns who always had my back.

This made me arrogant, and I started to use my position and influence to bully others and force my weight in certain circles.

Everyone endured and tolerated my haughtiness despite being my better because of my two grandmothers who had decided to turn a blind eye to my spoiled actions.

The two of them probably thought that I would change with time, but I probably wouldn't have, at least if I never met Lux.

"How ironic," I muttered as I drank a bitter ale that was handed to me by one of the most annoying green-haired Half-Elfs in existence, which was none other than Gerhart.

"What is ironic?" Gerhart asked as he looked at me with a confused look on his face. "It's ironic that a side character like you managed to appear before this story ended."

"Huh? What side character are you talking about? You better watch your back later because cannon fodders like you are the first to die in large-scale battles like this."

"Oh, please. I've already come this far. How can I possibly kick the bucket?" I asked with a look of disdain on my face. I mean, my character arc had been great so far, so it would be a shame if I died in this battle, right? Right?!

Just as I was thinking this, the green-haired bastard snorted and sat on the chair in front of me. "Acting so smug when you are just a Cethus," Gerhart said in contempt. I rolled my eyes at the side character who didn't know his place. I then shifted my attention to the Half-Orc who was seated beside me, and was also drinking a bitter ale while looking calmly into the distance.

"What's this, Flamma?" I asked. "You haven't appeared for hundreds of chapters, and you look like you're getting cold feet already. Do you want me to hold your hand when the fighting starts?"

Flamma, who had been staring at the endless Void glanced at me before taking a sip of the bitter ale in his mug.

"Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can't see," Flamma said, talking to no one in particular.

I was just about to tell him that such was just common sense, and how can one possibly see something when they closed their eyes?

But before I could say that, the Half-Orc continued to speak.

"My mother always used to say, the older you get, the better you get, unless you're a Cethus," Flamma said in a serious tone, which made Gerhart start to laugh out loud. What the f*ck is this dumb Half-Orc saying? Was he implying that I'm stupid?

Just as I was about to give the bastard a piece of my mind, two Dwarf girls approached me, carrying trays that contained glasses of the bitter ale that I'd been drinking until a while ago.

"Do you want more, Flamma?" Colette asked.

"I'm good," Flamma replied. "I already had two mugs. I'll just get one later when I feel like it."

"How about you, Cethus?" Colette asked in an innocent tone.

"That's SIR Cethus to you, Pipsqueak," I replied in an arrogant tone.

"… I'll tell my sister that you are bullying me," Colette said with a dead-pan look on her face.

"Sorry, I was just joking," I hurriedly corrected myself. "I'll take one of those mugs, please."

"Here you go then."

"Thank you."

I watched as Colette, and her friend, Helen, who was a cleric, continued their rounds to give the other Guild Members of Heaven's Gate some bitter ale, which helped improve their concentration and kept them wide awake.

Although I had become stronger and could now back up my arrogance, there were still some people that I couldn't cross.

One of them was Colette, whose older sister was Aina, Lux's fiance.

I didn't want to be devoured by Blackfire, who had the habit of taking the corpses of powerful creatures to add them to Lux's Undead Legion.

I mean, I am strong, but becoming that Half-Elf's direct subordinate was something that I didn't plan on happening to me.

Just as I was thinking about this thought, a black coffin suddenly appeared in front of me, making my body stiffen.

Rows of text appeared on its surface, almost making me choke on the ale that I had just drunk.

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< Sorry, but I have standards. I don't eat trash. >

Those were the words that Blackfire dropped before it disappeared to go who knows where.

I pretended to not have read the words it directed to me because there was no way that it could read my thoughts, okay?

Maybe it was referring to this green-haired idiot, Gerhart, or this dumb Half-Orc, Flamma.

If I were in Blackfire's shoes, I would not bother to revive these two deadweights, who would not contribute anything during the final battle.

I mean, they are just side characters, unlike me, right?

In the distance, I looked at another Dwarf, who was also carrying a tray of mugs in his hands.

He was none other than the simp, Matty, who didn't have the balls to confess to Colette about his feelings.

Like duh, everyone already knows that he liked her very much, including Colette who seemed to just be waiting for him to make his move.

"Too bad he is a simp," I muttered before drinking from my mug. "Maybe I should teach him some of my moves on how to seduce girls."

While I was drinking my ale, I noticed that Gerhart and Flamma were both looking at me in disdain.

I returned their disdainful stare with a disdainful stare of my own. They dared to look at me in disdain? They are a hundred years too early to look down on someone like me.

"This is why the two of you are still virgins," I said arrogantly. "All you know how to do is fight. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves? Even Keane managed to get a cute fiance. Bunch of puss*es."

I laughed in contempt at the two bastards who put down their mugs at the same time. It seemed that my words hit a nerve. Well, what can I say? But the truth hurts, B*tches!

But before the two of them could say anything, someone, who had been busy doing lewd hand-holding with his fiance, approached us from behind. "I heard my name," Keane said. "Are you guys talking about me?"

"We are," Cethus replied. "Go ahead and teach these two doofuses how to get their own mates. Being with them makes me look bad."

Keane blinked in confusion as he looked at Gerhart and Flamma, who had both stood up at the same time.

"Two against one?" I asked while the corner of my lips rose to a smirk. "Fine. I want a warm-up before this whole fighting starts."

I, too, stood up and was prepared to duke it out with these two pansies, who could only play with their dongers in private.

But as I looked at them, I noticed that they weren't looking at me, but looking behind me.

Even Keane, who had just arrived, was staring behind my back, which gave me a bad premonition.

Slowly turning my head, I looked at the farthest point that my eyes could see.

There, I saw them.

Just across the horizon, a long golden line, similar to the light of the sunrise, was slowly but surely expanding.

I gripped the black spear in my hand, with my heart wildly beating inside my chest.

"The time has finally come," I muttered, and the bastards whom I both hated and trusted with my life, all nodded their heads as they stood beside me.

One by one, the members of our Guild slowly stood up, their gazes looking at the same scenery that was reflected in my eyes.

At that exact moment, I subconsciously spoke the words inside of my head out loud. "I hope Lux revives me if I ever die in this battle," I said softly. "If he survives, that is."

That was my genuine thought as I gazed at the enemies that we would be facing very soon. My comrades also nodded their heads at the same time because they also felt the same way I did.

There, in the distance, was the Abyssal Army led by Daniel, and appearing above this mighty army was a gigantic silhouette, whose size was bigger than several planets combined.

It was none other than the Outer God, Azathoth, whom Lux had faced in the past, causing him to nearly cease to exist.

I didn't know how I regained my memory of him, but after waking up a day ago, I finally remembered the person, who had faced this same monstrous God, who was responsible for almost destroying the Half-Elf's home world, Solais.

"Prepare for battle."

At that moment, Lux's voice reverberated across the entirety of the Alliance.

Even in the face of such an enemy, the Half-Elf's voice was firm and didn't contain a trace of fear.

This made me and those who heard it, especially my Guild Members, feel their blood boil inside their bodies as they prepared to face the forces of the Abyss and fight with their lives hanging by a thin thread.

'I knew I should have stayed home,' I thought as everyone around me started to move. The horns of war sounded, informing everyone that the greatest battle of our lives was about to begin.