"The necromancer should treat every undead he raises with kindness," as Abis's master used to say, until two years ago when he passed away from the infection of the plague that he himself had awakened in the dissected zombie.
Supporting the slightly blank-looking Flora, Abis gently sat her down on the goat-skin covered chair. Now they were inside a warm wooden cabin, despite the cold winds outside, the flames in the fireplace warmed their skins, illuminating everything in the room. Inside the fireplace, a small iron pot hung, and the herbs inside emitted a strange fragrance. Abis lightly brushed off the dust from the girl's body and used his fingers to neatly comb her long hair.
The process of selecting a saint by the Holy See was extremely strict, and this Flora saint was not only the youngest and most promising Spirits practitioner in the history of the Holy See but also an absolute beauty. Her long, golden hair was soft and slightly curled, her features delicate like a doll, her eyes a dreamy pale gold, her fair skin flawless, breathtakingly beautiful even without any sign of vitality. Abis admired her like a piece of artwork, enjoying this quiet beauty.
"Flora Cicatia Saint Frolsez-pleen. In my name, I command thee, to be reincarnated, soul returns," Abis's slender fingers pressed on the girl's forehead, a string of ancient, obscure and difficult-to-pronounce language floated from his mouth. The bluish light in the girl's eyes flashed and disappeared, as her dilated pupils started to gradually contract. In her lifeless eyes, a glimmer of life began to spread. Necromancy had called back her soul, and her consciousness was gradually returning to her body.
"Don't move yet, I'm going to give you some herbs to drink. Your vocal cords were damaged by poison in your previous life," Abis lightly patted Flora's shoulder.
Saying so, he turned around to take the small pot from inside the fireplace. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender and fair arms, completely ignoring the heat of the flames as he directly reached into the fire. A layer of white frost covered his arm, the scorching flame did not harm him in the slightest, and he directly grabbed the still boiling iron pot, holding the bottom of the pot, and the herbs inside immediately stopped boiling. By the time he brought the iron pot in front of Flora, the herbs no longer emitted any heat.
"Come, open your mouth and drink it down." Abis held the iron pot to Flora's lips.
Still not fully conscious, Flora did not obediently open her mouth to drink the herbs. Her eyes suddenly widened, fear instantly climbed up her face. She hummed with a hoarse and almost inaudible voice, expressing her refusal. Her head turned to the side, and her still rigid body instinctively moved backward. Two tears instantly flowed out of her beautiful golden eyes.
Abis frowned and remained silent for a while, then he sighed gently, "Sorry, I neglected."
He reached out his left hand, and a soft green light emerged from his palm, enveloping Flora, quickly calming her down.
Until now, Abis still didn't know where his talent came from. From the age of one, he had been studying necromancy under the care of his master. By the age of three, he had already learned all the apprentice-level spells and had become a master. At the age of eight, his master couldn't teach him any new spells anymore. So, the old and weak master, who was already as feeble as a straw, took him on a journey to visit the homes or tombs of famous necromancers, searching for advanced or forbidden necromantic spells.
Three years ago, when Abis was thirteen, his master announced that he had learned ninety-nine percent of the world's necromantic spells and asked Abis to develop new spells on his own. A year later, his master passed away in front of Abis, due to his weak body being infected by the plague.
Abis didn't really care, as dead or alive made no difference to him. It was just that before his master passed away, he repeatedly entrusted Abis not to resurrect him, so Abis didn't casually raise him. After his master's death, he quickly grasped the ultimate secret of necromancy and even got a glimpse of the domain of the gods - he wandered around the divine realm for a whole day, undetected by the gods. Not only did he confirm the existence of the gods that were believed in this world, but he also discovered that the gods didn't even need to use the toilet.
Feeding the herbs from the pot to the now peaceful Flora, Flora's throat moved slightly, as she swallowed all the herbs.
Under the effect of the magic, the herbs quickly took effect. Abis closed his left hand, the light disappeared, and Flora regained her consciousness once again."Who are you... where am I..." Her repaired voice was very pleasant to hear, but there was still panic and unease in her tone.
"I'm Abis, don't worry, you are no longer in the Vatican, you are in a small cabin on the mountain," Abis looked at Flora with his soft green eyes.
"It's so cold..." Flora suddenly shivered, she opened her eyes wide and anxiously looked around, "I... I remember them holding down my limbs, prying open my mouth... my stomach hurts so much, and then it was emptiness, endless emptiness... Where is His Majesty, the Pope?"
"You have already died, Flora," Abis shrugged, "you are in the grave... lying there for forty years, and the Pope of that time also fell from upstairs to his death three days after you died. Now there is a new Pope in office for the second term."
Flora was shocked by Abis' words, she grabbed Abis' wrist, "I am already dead? Are you a necromancer? I... yes... I should be dead."
"That's right, technically speaking, I am now your master," Abis tightened his grip on Flora's cold hand, smiled faintly, and stared at her eyes, "in other words, I am now the only person you can rely on – your unfinished wishes in life, you can entrust them to me to fulfill."
Flora opened her small mouth slightly, and struggled to say something.
"No matter what you think now, as long as you need me, you can trust me completely," Abis leaned his face closer to Flora's, "I know what you went through in your final days, and I also know who caused all of this. From today onwards, I will be your new hope. Flora, I want you to belong to me, body and soul, 100% mine. Will you be willing to follow me?"
Flora, whose heart had stopped beating for forty years, suddenly trembled.
Having grown up in the Vatican, she knew that necromancers were cold-blooded and evil. Instinctively, she wanted to refuse, but the words of refusal got stuck in her throat. After experiencing so much despair, the frail boy in front of her was like the last straw that could save her life. Flora found it difficult to make up her mind to let go.
On the day Abis went to play in the Divine Realm, he had originally planned to take a look and then return home. However, during his time in the Divine Realm, he discovered a secret unknown to the world.
In this world, people believed in nine deities, but they were merely puppets with no actual power. The true ruler of this world was The Creator.
The world that Abis lived in was just one of the many worlds created by The Creator. The Creator didn't care about the fate of this world. It turned out that several major disasters in history were caused by The Creator's whims.
Three hundred years ago, The Creator played a crazy game out of boredom. He summoned five "transmigrators" from other worlds and bestowed upon them a portion of divine power called the "system". These five individuals naturally achieved great accomplishments. However, a hundred years later, as they passed away, the divine powers they possessed disappeared.
Then The Creator went too far with his game.
Several decades ago, the descendants of these transmigrators suddenly awakened the powers that were supposed to disappear along with their ancestors. These powers manifested as exceptional talents, making these descendants quickly become legendary figures. However, when The Creator learned about this, he did not want any geniuses to appear outside of his plans. Therefore, he manipulated the threads of fate, secretly causing various accidents that led to the tragic deaths of the five adolescent girls, thus cutting off the bloodline of the transmigrators in this generation. After accomplishing this, The Creator left for other worlds to continue his game, but a diary left in the Divine Realm recorded everything.
For ordinary magicians, this might not hold much value, but for Abis, who had thought that his life would pass by peacefully, it gave him a new purpose in life – to steal the power of the gods.
So what if the five girls died? Necromancers cared the least about life and death.
The Creator happened to be away, and this was an opportunity that could not be missed. Supreme-level necromancy could grant the practitioner the power of their retainer, and this power would gradually increase from zero to one hundred percent depending on the loyalty of the retainer... if Abis used necromancy to resurrect all five girls who possessed the power of the gods, making them his retainers, what kind of outcome would there be?Abis was very much looking forward to this.
As for how to win the loyalty of these five dependents, according to Abis's experience, it was certainly by fulfilling their greatest wishes before they passed away. Once their dying wishes were granted, it would be very easy to establish a close relationship.
After a period of investigation, Abis also found the first genius among them – Flora, the saint of the Church forty years ago who died at the age of seventeen. Abis's plan was officially launching today.
Glancing at Flora, who was sitting there looking a bit sluggish due to her mind still not being completely clear, Abis couldn't help but show a hint of a happy smile.
