After the gentlemen departed, Qin Jun prepared to deal with the little necromancer. After all, the man had kept him company for hours, demonstrating his necromancy—utterly pathetic as it was.

The necromancer looked utterly bewildered. He was certain he hadn’t offended this supreme powerhouse, yet the way the man stared at him felt… strange. Like he was examining a curious trinket.

He heard the powerhouse ask coldly, “Who are you? Why haven’t you left yet?”

The necromancer forced a nervous grin. “I was just about to go, milord. But there’s one person here I must take with me.” He scanned the area for Qin Jun—only to find the spot where he’d hidden completely empty. *Did he flee long ago? Hmph. I’ll drag him back eventually.*

Qin Jun’s expression turned stern. “What person? Are you mocking me?”

“No! Never!” The necromancer bowed hastily. “I’ll leave at once.” He turned to escape this cursed place.

Ice walls shot up, blocking his path. “Leaving?” Qin Jun’s chuckle was icy. “Too late. I just remembered something. That Abyssal Troll—you summoned it?”

The necromancer nodded. “Yes, milord. I summoned it.”

“So you practice necromancy? It’s a creature from the Netherworld.”

“Indeed,” the necromancer admitted. “Though now it serves you. I wouldn’t dare reclaim it.”

Qin Jun burst into laughter. “Don’t flatter yourself. You lack the qualifications. That Troll manifested only because your ‘necromancy’ is a crude imitation. A fatal flaw.”

*He knows true necromancy?* The necromancer’s heart raced. *Even a scrap of that knowledge would be priceless.*

Qin Jun baited him deliberately. Let the fool hang himself. True high-tier necromancy was forbidden—a taboo not to be trifled with.

“Milord,” the necromancer pleaded, “could you… tell me what *real* necromancy is like? This humble one would be eternally grateful.”

“Oh?” Qin Jun grinned. “You wish to *learn*?”

“If milord would teach me,” the necromancer feigned modesty, “I’d follow your every command.”

“Very well,” Qin Jun nodded. “Once you master my necromancy, you’ll spread my legend. Remember my title: Great Demon King of Another World. Address me as ‘Demon Lord’ from now on.”

A mere title. The necromancer would’ve called him “Father” or “Master” without hesitation—words meant nothing, easily discarded. “Demon Lord,” he intoned.

Qin Jun seemed pleased. “Good. I’ll teach you one spell. Watch closely.” He slashed his hand through the air. A rune circle materialized before the necromancer—eerie, pulsing with a trace of black light.

The necromancer’s breath hitched. He felt its immense power. *What Netherworld beast could this summon?* “Demon Lord,” he blurted, “may I see what it calls forth? Such power…”

Qin Jun’s smile deepened. “Do you truly wish to see?”

“If it troubles you, milord, no need—”

“No trouble at all.” Qin Jun waved a hand. “But I require your… assistance. This ritual demands multiple casters. You must channel mana beside it. Only then will you grasp its principles. To learn, you must participate. Don’t you agree?”

“Of course!” The necromancer nodded eagerly. “Such power *should* require many hands.”

“Study the circle’s structure,” Qin Jun instructed. “Then pour your mana into it.”

The necromancer obeyed, standing at the circle’s edge. At first, the runes resonated with his magic. But gradually, unease crept in—a wrongness he couldn’t name. From the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Jun motionless.

“Demon Lord,” he stammered, “why aren’t you casting?”

Qin Jun chuckled. “Why should I? I lied. This spell needs only one caster. But it has a prerequisite.”

The necromancer paled. “What prerequisite?”

“Living sacrifices.” Qin Jun’s voice turned glacial. “The more lives offered, the stronger the summon. That’s why ancients sacrificed entire villages, whole cities—to call forth unstoppable entities bound to their will. And you, my friend, are today’s offering. Surprised?”

The necromancer’s face turned ashen. He tried to wrench free—but his body refused to move. “You beast! You dare deceive me?!”

Qin Jun remained cheerful. “Consider it payment. You taught me much about necromancy. Now I fulfill your dream—letting you witness the *true* art. Isn’t that kind?”

“You’re that boy!” the necromancer screamed. “Impossible! He was barely level twenty! No way—”

“Impossible?” Qin Jun’s armor dissolved, revealing his youthful face. “What if his strength far surpassed yours? So much you couldn’t even sense his level?”

The necromancer’s hope died. “Then… I have no words.”

“Rest easy,” Qin Jun said gently. “At least you’ll die knowing true necromancy. Stop killing and puppeteering corpses—it’s so ‘low’.”

“‘Low’?”

“You wouldn’t understand. Go in peace. You amused me today. Thank you.”

The necromancer laughed bitterly. “I don’t fear death. I’ve killed too many to fear it. I only regret not seeing this world’s end. Even you, Demon Lord, will perish then.”

“Oh?” Qin Jun tilted his head. “You think beings stronger than me exist? How much stronger? Say I’m level ninety-nine.”

“Ninety-nine?” The necromancer sneered. “A mere beginning. I’ve seen our Dark Sanctum’s junior elder reach level one hundred twenty. Rumor says our leader is level one hundred fifty. At such heights, each level is a quantum leap. I once saw the junior elder blast half a mountain to dust with one spell.”

“You killed a Dark Sanctum disciple. My face will be transmitted to them. Prepare for endless pursuit.”

Qin Jun clapped his hands slowly. “How terrifying. Since you mentioned it—I’ll show you magic that dwarfs them all. To me, they’re mere ants. Playthings.” He removed the limiter on his wrist.

A wave of power erupted. Monstrous Beasts cowered. Every powerhouse across the world felt it—a brazen challenge. They scoured their surroundings, finding nothing. The pressure vanished as quickly as it came. Annoyed, they dismissed it.

But the necromancer saw divinity. Before his eyes, the youth pointed at the clear sky. Thunder roared. Storm clouds gathered. Torrential rain drowned the earth.

The young man stood radiant, rain streaming down his face. “How do I compare to your ‘strongest’?”

The necromancer’s voice cracked. “Not… one percent of your might.”

*Not even a fraction.* The Dark Sanctum’s dream of world domination? Ash. This man alone could erase them. *May they flee when they see his face.* But the transmission only carried his killer’s visage—nothing more. *May they abandon their vengeance after tasting his power.*

Qin Jun retracted his power the moment he heard the praise. “Remember that. Send my face to your Dark Sanctum. I’m bored anyway.”

The necromancer smiled faintly. “I’m dying… May I ask one thing?”

“Speak.”

“Remember my name—Emi.”

Qin Jun shook his head. “Sorry. I don’t waste time memorizing names. I’ll forget yours soon. Just as you never remembered those you killed.”