Chapter 1

The setting sun slants westward and the setting sun is at dusk.

The warship printed with the flag of Navy seagull Libra swayed with the waves, and the residual temperature of the sun hit the body. It was warm and lonely around. Only the "rustle" sound of the sea water beating the ship body could be heard. Combined with the sea breeze mixed with a faint smell of sea water in the air, it made people sleepy.

But

Another strange smell of rust, which is so strong that it goes straight to the nose, makes people's scalp numb, skull cold and adrenaline soar rapidly. I think no one can sleep in this environment.

I can't wake up when I fall asleep

Probably.

"Oh... It hurts!"

In the dark cabin, a young man with black hair and haggard face sat up with his forehead covered. His body was covered with a rag full of greasy and black dirt. His short broken hair was stained and knotted by head oil. It looked like a rotten steamed bread fished out of a smelly ditch... It was still eaten.

"Hiss...!"

Unconsciously, he moved a little, and a deep pain hit him. The young man suddenly opened his eyes. In this dark prison, those eyes were bright and frightening.

"Is this...?!"

With the faint light of the ventilation window, the young man's pupil suddenly tightened and looked at his left arm.

To be exact, it is the posterior humerus of the left arm. The whole left arm is broken from the elbow and wrapped with a broken gauze in an attempt to stop bleeding.

But it's obviously useless.

The white gauze penetrated the plasma and fell to the ground.

"I remember I should do experiments in the laboratory... Use the life box of the great Lich as an energy source to forcibly open the gate of the underworld... And then? What happened?"

The young man was not anxious to stop bleeding for himself, but frowned and meditated.

A picture unfolded in my mind.

In the bright undead Castle laboratory, the curse of the unlucky Lich is extremely vicious, and the space-time gap opened is also extremely clear. This super memory is the instinct that every mage must master.

Then, the center of the picture flashes white spots, which quickly spread radially. In the blink of an eye, everything is swallowed up by the "light" of nothingness.

"Ho!"

With a dull hum, the young man covered his head again and showed pain.

But this time he didn't close his eyes again. Although he was in pain, his eyes were full of undisguised joy.

"So, did the experiment fail?"

The experiment of trying to open the door of the underworld by illegal means did fail, but everything now proves that his idea is correct!

If you change an ownerless place as an object instead of the underworld, he is a unique pioneer!

For example, now

"It's full of elements, but it's all ownerless things. It hasn't been contaminated by any mana..."

Through the cage railing, the young man's eyes were shining. Black particles swirled inward around the pupil, so that he could see everything around him in the dark.

Basic magic · night vision!

The light was used to the greatest extent, so that he could see the insects in the gap of the opposite wall, the mottled iron gate, the heavy lock and the rusty torture tools.

Hiss

Hoo

He took a deep breath and opened the corners of his mouth.

"This is a... New world!!"

A world full of unknowns, without any high-level mages and the spirit of the morning star, wild and remote, waiting for him to explore... Even plunder!

"It's just that the start is a little bad..."

Lowering his head, the young man looked at his still bleeding broken arm and frowned.

As a gifted necromancer known as "the closest to the holy ten under the starry sky" and [black count] Lovett Francis, he can no doubt see that his body is dying.

No, exactly once.

The sense of emptiness in which the soul has been separated from the body is fed back to his soul through the residual instinct of the body. He can't admit his mistake.

"The physical body disappeared in the turbulence of time and space without accident, but the soul was preserved and did not change into a virtual beast, which shows that the fit between this body and me is very high..."

He thought with a headache.

Only a body with a very high degree of soul fit can "suck" him out of the turbulence of time and space at the edge of death.

"We have to find a way not to let the body die!"

If in the past, this degree of injury was not in the eyes of lowett, as a necromancer, how could the body? It's just a precious experimental material with a very high degree of fit with one's own soul.

Just as the "holy ten", the third watch is at the bottom on the first day of today. The number of words is maintained one day before signing the contract. It is only a few days. After signing the contract, it is stable for two days, less procrastination and breaking out on the shelf.

Character author, don't miss it when you pass by. You can't suffer at a glance. You can't be fooled. You've got four for one dollar!