The Genesis Of A Necromancer

The air was thick with tension. Jack stood still, his body seemingly frozen in time. His senses heightened as he watched the scythe of Zamazo—the high demon lord—swing down with deadly intent. The battle had reached its climax, and for a moment, Jack's mind raced. Was this it? The end of his journey? The end of everything?

A cold grin spread across Zamazo's face, a look of satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. The mighty scythe was about to strike, and in his mind, there was no way a mere human could survive this.

But to the astonishment of everyone, Jack didn't flinch. A sly smile crept across his lips, almost as if he were daring the inevitable to come. 'It's not over yet,' Jack thought, his pulse steady.

The moment the scythe was about to descend, dark, shadowy tendrils shot out from the Book of Death, which had been resting innocently at his side. The dark shackles wrapped around Zamazo's hands like venomous snakes, constricting with a power that defied logic. The aura of death and decay clung to the air like a fog, filling the surroundings with an oppressive force.

Zamazo froze mid-swing, the scythe trembling in the air. His eyes widened in disbelief. "What is this?" he growled, his voice a guttural snarl as he tried to pull his hands free, but the chains held fast.

'Impossible!' he thought. 'No one has ever escaped my petrification ability!'

He struggled, his muscles bulging with effort, but the chains didn't even budge. They clung to him with a malevolent force that seemed to drain his very will to resist.

Jack's grin widened. "Arrrgh!" Zamazo let out a roar of frustration, his scythe still hovering above Jack, unable to strike. His body hung in midair, completely suspended by the dark shackles, unable to move an inch. "You would've made a good painting," Jack muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with mockery. The power of the Book of Death pulsed with raw energy as the chains tightened.

The surrounding demons watched in stunned silence. They were all too familiar with Zamazo's strength—his petrification ability could turn the mightiest foes into statues, breaking through their defenses and reducing them to nothing. But Jack had defied it. No one had ever dared to challenge Zamazo's power like this.

Zamazo's face twisted with rage. "You… you filthy human!" His voice rose, trembling with fury. "How dare you use such vile methods to win a battle!" His words were venomous, but beneath them lay a flicker of fear—an unfamiliar sensation for someone of his power.

Jack raised an eyebrow, his voice low but chilling. "Vile? Shameless? You think I'm the one who's shameless?" His eyes burned with a cold fury as he advanced towards Zamazo. The air crackled around him, a storm of dark energy gathering as if the very fabric of reality was bending to his will.

"You attack me while I'm still inside a tunnel. You strike at those who have just finished a battle, and you dare call me shameless?" Jack's voice echoed through the battlefield, each word like a hammer striking at Zamazo's pride. "Who are you to call me that? Have you forgotten who I am? Who created you?"

The words hit like a thunderclap, shaking the ground beneath them. Every demon in the vicinity felt a ripple of dread. It wasn't just Jack's power that radiated from him—no, it was something far darker, something ancient and terrifying. His words reverberated through the very core of their being.

Zamazo's knees trembled, his anger faltering as a deep, primal fear clawed its way into his chest. 'This isn't the lord of the dead I know,' he thought, as the realization sank in. 'This human... he's no mere mortal.'

For the first time, Zamazo couldn't look Jack in the eye. His head hung low, his soul gripped by an overwhelming sense of terror. The Book of Death's chains tightened their hold, and for the first time, he felt truly helpless.

Jack's eyes glowed with an eerie intensity as he took another step forward, the shadows of death swirling around him. But in the back of his mind, he was aware of something else. The time limit on Gaus' blade was rapidly running out. The power he'd unleashed earlier had drained him far more than he cared to admit. If he didn't finish this fight soon, he'd be reduced to a husk, vulnerable to any attack.

His thoughts were interrupted by a system notification flashing in his mind.

[3 minutes remaining]

Jack clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he realized the urgency. The blade's time was running out. If he didn't strike now, he would be left open to counterattack, and the consequences would be catastrophic. His body trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the immense pressure of the situation.

Zamazo was still suspended, his rage no longer the driving force it once was. Instead, fear had taken its place, and Jack could see it in his eyes. But Jack wasn't done yet. He had one final move to make, and he intended to finish this once and for all.

A wicked grin twisted across his face as he raised his blade, its sharp edges gleaming in the dim light. Black energy crackled around it, the blade's very presence distorting the air. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire@@novelbin@@

"This will only hurt a bit," Jack muttered, his voice filled with a dark promise as he brought the blade down.

But just as the blade descended, a voice echoed through the air—a voice Jack wasn't expecting to hear, at least not at this moment. "If your blade touches him even slightly, then I guess you'll have to say goodbye to these two."

Naon's voice cut through the air like a dagger. Jack's heart skipped a beat as he raised his head, scanning the horizon. His eyes narrowed as he saw Naon standing in the distance, his hands held high in a gesture of control, Alisha and Missy both standing close to him, restricted by a thick dark cloud of darkness.

Jack's frown deepened.