Only I Am A Necromancer

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

You have read it right. I, the protagonist, am reincarnated as a malware. To be precise, a trojan in a communication device. Then, I jumped to a stronger and more powerful device until I have a full grasp over a large number of devices. However, that’s not my goal. What I want is to become human. *Silence* Well, I can no longer become a human, can I? But I know that I can become a super-advanced and mega-powerful malware that no antivirus can threaten. I will rule over the world and become the world itself. ⌈ Warning: the A-9783 antivirus had detected you! ⌋ Opsie… gotta go! Disclaimer: The photo is not mine. it belongs to its owner. You can DM me at Young Master Jay#1823

They dragged his dying mother out of her hospital bed like she was garbage. Joshua Hart had endured three years of humiliation as the powerless live-in son-in-law of the wealthy Cavesh family. He swallowed every insult. Every sneer. Every reminder that he was “nothing.” All for one reason—his mother’s life depended on their money. Then, on the day she needed emergency surgery, they cut him off. “Admit your mistake. Apologize,” his wife said coldly. “Maybe then I’ll consider helping.” At the hospital, nurses laughed in his face. “Swipe your card, beggar.” “You can’t even afford oxygen in here.” They called security. They called him worthless. They didn’t know that twenty minutes earlier, a forgotten investment had turned him into the majority shareholder of Galaxy Tech. They didn’t know his account now held billions. They didn’t know the “pathetic son-in-law” had just wired one hundred million dollars to the very hospital trying to throw his mother into the street. When the director whispered, “Joshua Hart… the transfer came from you?” He simply picked up his black card and looked at them one by one. “You were right about one thing,” he said calmly. “I won’t beg.” Now the people who mocked him will learn a brutal truth: Never humiliate a man who has nothing left to lose—especially when he becomes everything.

"I see death... A lot of dead bodies where you are going," the voice of the soothsayer flow back into his mind. "The island I am posted to is peaceful. Did you mean there will be a natural disaster?" "No. It's your bad luck. I see death coming in the shape of a baby and swallowing everything and everyone else. Be careful and don't ever turn the page." "What are you talking about?" The old witch was silent after, and Zuma was shoved off by the next customer in line.

Michael was humiliated by his wife's family. He always received mistreatment and was considered as a useless son-in-law. Until finally, his true identity was revealed and made all of his wife's family shocked. "I am the grandson of Gracia and the sole heir of the Zyailendra family."

"Boss, we thought we lost you!" "I am not your boss!" he replied.  When he looked into the mirror, he was someone and something else. "I once was…" *** Shawn Rossacks is a diligent lowly worker in the Goldfield's Canopy. But he knows too much and was killed to restore the reign of power. However, the 6-Tier system institutes his rebirth, with Bruce having missions to fulfil under different consecutive personalities. 

Transmigrating into my own novel should have been a dream, but instead, it’s a death sentence. I woke up in the body of Liam, the Ninth Prince of the Vermilion Empire—a pathetic cannon fodder character I created just to be executed by the Emperor to satisfy the main protagonist's growth. According to the plot I wrote, my head is scheduled to roll soon. However, the world doesn't know that I hold the blueprints to its existence. With my hidden knowledge of every secret plot and a mysterious Summoning System that has manifested within me, I will rewrite my fate. I am no longer a stepping stone. To survive and reach the peak of this world, I’ll have to become the very nightmare I once authored.

Her long black hair had completely turned into silver. Her nails had grown into claws. Her brown eyes had turned into blood red and green smoke was coming out of her body. At that moment, she looked like an ancient demon! "What am I?" Tiffany tilted her hair and walked towards Miya. "Stay back! Don't come closer!" Miya screamed and fell to the ground. What the hell was this new girl in their school?! *** Hell was loosed on the day the forbidden tree in the mountain of Sabalem got set on fire by a totally ignorant man. The wicked ancient demon trapped in the tree rushed out, slightly injured, and went in search of an innocent soul to hide in, to recover. ~~ She was the child. The child that was trapped with a demon. The child the ancient demon entered. Only one person was her freedom. He could tame the demon, yet could make it get unleashed.

After dying in a fission blast that decimated an entire state, Maxmillan's soul transmigrated into the body of a five-year old in a new world where Astra Mystralis — an energy that causes endless magical manifestations, could be harnessed and manipulated to invoke countless amazing magical effects. But unfortunately for Maxmillan, he couldn't sense or perceive Astra Mystralis, talk more of control or manipulate it and was therefore labeled a 'Reject' which prevented him from interacting with anyone in the society, since they avoided him like a deadly contagious plague that killed immediately it was contracted. So, with such a label accompanying Maxmillan everywhere, how would he survive? How would he fare against the oppressive, abusive and wicked intimidatory acts done to him by the proud and lofty casters of Astra Mystralis? Would he be able to thrive and function in a world where everyone, including five to six-year olds could control Astral Mystralis and bring about myriad fascinating magical effects? To know more, follow Maxmillan in his unfathomably-arduous journey as he tries to survive, thrive and defeat every nigh-insurmountable odd that would appear in his path using the Supreme Battle-Technology System; a dimension-warping, living technological consciousness that possesses near-infinite, super-advanced technologies and would rewardingly empower him with futuristic items like: Multiple-Barrel Laser Burst Emission Gun, Strength-Amplifying Exo-Mechanical Arms, Wide-Area Plasmic and Electric Arc Grenades, Outer-Space Fast-Flight Heavy Armor, Turbo-Thruster Propelled Super-Speed Ultracycle and many others, for as long as he can complete suddenly prompted tasks, quests and missions before their stipulated deadlines. So, with unending technological empowerments, biological augmentations, and advanced cybernetical fortifications obtained from the Supreme Battle-Technology System, watch how a war-seasoned Maxmillan will fight his way through teeming large numbers of Astra Mystralis users and gradually ascend to a great height of fame, honor and glory!

Transferred to a technologically-advanced Earth as an infant from a planetary-powerhouse named Al-Vrygon, Geltorak—now Hunter Stone—blossomed into a highly-skilled fighter, a fearsome technologically-enhanced operative, and a globally-celebrated genius inventor. But at the age of 20, before Hunter Stone could really dream of achieving the status of god-like inventor, Earth suddenly plunged into a crisis of total destruction. A mysterious figure, predating Hunter's arrival, had abruptly risen to power and united the world as its inaugural hegemonic ruler. Unwilling to witness global annihilation, Hunter, who had undergone many training, began to forge alliances with tech-powered soldiers, mechanically-augmented battle veterans, and super-powered alien beings that resided on Earth. Together, they endured relentless violent conflicts and devastating battles against allied enemy forces, as they strived to avert the foreseen apocalypse—a looming decimation of Earth and the extermination of all living beings. Emerging as the revered leader of a particular faction in a desolate, war-torn Earth, Hunter embarked on a space odyssey to seek certain answers. But he became inadvertently ensnared in a scheme that led to the unceasing subjugation and eventual annihilation of numerous planets by a malevolent cosmic force. Determined to halt the unending planetary destructions, Hunter traversed dimensions to lost otherworldly civilizations, where he gathered materials to construct god-like technological wonders, and colossal supermachines known as Divinity-Machines—behemoth cosmomechanical marvels capable of rivalling the grand cosmic powers of hypothetical outer-space omniversal gods. Accompanied by his planet-shaking monolithic inventions, and adorned with the myriad god-subduing items that he built, he gradually formed alliances with friends, numerous other beings, and potent huge armies from distant planets, all sharing the hope of thwarting the tyrannical nefarious power from advancing in its wicked conquest! Yet, the looming question persisted: Would Hunter Stone really succeed, or would he become a mere remnant in the annals of cosmic history?