Eh, where was this place? I carefully examined my surroundings. Although I had never been here before, I found it difficult to associate this magnificent and magnificent palace with the legendary "Resurrection Cloister". In particular, that old man with a kind face and a smiling face standing in the middle of the palace was someone who would never appear in the Resurrection Cloister in my memory. I didn't pay for it, so it was impossible for anyone to come and chat with me and spend these six hours of loneliness with me. Do you think I'm a rich man who wants to earn some money from me? En, that must be the case. They must have sent me to the wrong place. Thinking of this, I turned around and walked out. I don't have the money to spend here. Poor people, you must learn to endure loneliness. Before I could take two steps, a smiling face suddenly flashed in front of me, giving me a fright. I hurriedly took two steps back. How could that old man appear and disappear like a ghost? In the blink of an eye, he actually ran in front of me. He had originally wanted to slip away quietly, but it seemed that he would really lose face. "Young warrior, welcome to the world of bliss!”Before I could speak, the old grandpa gave a welcoming speech. I felt helpless."Grandpa, you don't have to waste your breath. I won't spend money here. It's better for you to move aside and send me back to the Resurrection Corridor.”The old man looked puzzled."What do you mean by spending? What do you want to spend here?"”"Why are you in such a hurry to leave now that you're fated to be here? Is my place inferior to the lifeless Resurrection Corridor? That's impossible. I hired a designer to design it. The style can't be too bad, right?”I was stunned for a moment. Could it be that I was wrong again?"May I ask where this is? Who are you, old man?”"Oh, look at me. It's my first time working on-site, so I'm not used to it. I forgot to introduce myself. This is where I usually rest and work---the temple of the God of Death. And I, of course, am the supreme existence of the World of the Undead, the ruler of the Undead race---Lord Death!”The Temple of Death, Lord Death? No matter how I looked, I couldn't connect this magnificent palace and the peaceful-looking old man with the terrifying legend of the Grim Reaper, who held the Grim Reaper's scythe and mercilessly harvested lives. As if he could see my doubts, he said,"Don't you have to pay attention to packaging in everything you do these days? Since you want to spread believers in the human world, I'll do as the locals do. I have to follow the trend and not fall behind. I'm working here, not going to kill or set fire. What if I make a mess and scare you?”I let out a sigh of relief. Who cares what place it is, as long as it doesn't charge me anything. It's nice to look at, and there's even an old man to chat with me. It's much better than the legendary "Resurrection Corridor." "Grandpa, oh, no, Lord Death, what are you doing here alone?”It couldn't be that he was here to chat with the people here, right? "Didn't I tell you? I'm working here.”"Work? May I ask what your job is?”The old man appeared in the center of the temple in a flash. He raised his head to the sky and raised his hands in prayer. His expression was solemn and sacred."Young warrior, a warrior who is not afraid of death, I welcome you to the temple of the God of Death. Come, kneel at my feet and become my believer. I will spread your faith in the human world and welcome you to join the noble, mysterious, and powerful ranks of the Necromancers.”I was dumbstruck and didn't know what to say. Was this old man mentally unstable? His words were so confusing that I couldn't understand him. Loneliness was scary, but accompanying a delusional patient to perform here was not necessarily an easy thing. The old man posed for a long time, but when he saw that I was still standing there without moving, he was a little unhappy."Hey, young man. I've been talking for a long time. What are you still standing there for? Come over quickly!”My heart was in a mess as I thought about all kinds of ways to deal with it. I heard that the old man seemed to be a little angry. After all, he was the landlord. As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the locals do. As a guest, I couldn't go against the host's wishes too much. I could only dawdle and slowly endure it. "Come, sign your name on this contract.”Seeing that I had walked in front of him, the old man quickly took out a piece of paper. "What kind of contract is this?" "A soul contract. After signing it, you will possess the power of the undead and become a noble necromancer. As my loyal believer, you will spread your faith in the human world and contribute your meager strength to fight against the evil Church of Light and revive the great cause of the undead.”What is this nonsense? Necromancer, why don't you let me join that so-called evil Church of Light? Looking at the contract in front of me, I helplessly signed my name. Since I was going to perform, I had nothing to do anyway. I would temporarily act as an extra to kill some time. He really should have introduced Wind to this place. He and this old man were both delusional, so they should have a lot in common. Seeing that I had signed my name, the old man immediately beamed with joy and hurriedly put away the so-called contract. Then, I set up a pose and chanted something. My expression turned sacred and solemn again. I stretched out my right index finger and pointed at the center of my forehead. Black light flickered all over my body. Novice Necromancer." I felt as if a mysterious power had entered my body. A black light flashed across my entire body. At the same time, a line of golden words appeared on the system notification board."Congratulations to player Dumby for becoming the first Class Advancement player in The World." Looking at my information panel again, I despairingly discovered that my profession name was "Necromancer", and my profession level was "Novice Necromancer". The border of my Spirit bar had also become a thick black color. Damn it, I was tricked. This wasn't a joke. I really changed my class to a Necromancer. I stared fiercely at this big liar old man. For a moment, my heart was in a mess as I thought about how to resolve and redeem myself. The old man looked at me as if nothing had happened."Let me make it clear first. Once the soul contract is signed, it will take effect immediately and cannot be changed. It's too late for you to regret now.”Damn old man, treacherous and despicable old man. Could it be that good people don't live long and evil people live for a thousand years? Why did he let me see him so quickly? Why did the one who saw him was the pure and kind me and not that evil "playboy"? The old man's eyes revealed an indescribable sense of pride."Young man, I'm sorry for your loss. It's useless to be sad at this point. You have to look forward. You still have a long life ahead of you! In fact, the Necromancer was also a very powerful profession. If you slowly learned and experienced it, you would one day be able to hold your head high and become famous. Come, let's see what your innate profession skill is first. Then, I'll introduce you to how to become an excellent Necromancer.”I no longer had any other thoughts. This trip to "The World" was completely ruined. Not only was my dream of becoming a Knight shattered, but I had also inexplicably changed my class to become a Necromancer. Although I had never played the game before, I had heard a lot about it under the influence of my ears and eyes. Generally speaking, evil necromancers were the archenemy of the Church of Light. Anyone who saw them would be killed. I heard that the Church of Light existed in the Western Continent of "The World", and they were very powerful. Thinking about the Red Cardinals and Holy Knights of the Church of Light, how could I fight them? I came to The World to help Wind teach the Playboy a lesson. I didn't want to overestimate myself and go against the powerful Church of Light. Why am I so unlucky? Ever since he logged into the game, nothing had gone his way! I looked at the skill bar. There was only one skill on it. It was probably the innate skill that the old man had mentioned. The innate skill itself would increase all attributes of the skill by 20%, which meant that the skill's success rate, hit rate, speed, and power would be higher. If a player could encounter a good innate skill, it would be of great help to the player. The five dark stars behind the skill represented the skill's proficiency. The more bright stars, the more familiar the skill was, and the corresponding increase in the skill's various attributes.
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