The Genesis Of A Necromancer

Something that even a demon overlord would fear? What could that possibly be?

Jack's curiosity burned, but alongside it, a chill of apprehension crept into his chest. Zamazo's cryptic words struck a chord, awakening a sense of vulnerability Jack wasn't used to admitting, even to himself.

It felt like the world was closing in on him. With every step forward, the challenges seemed to grow, looming like insurmountable mountains.

'It's as though I'm making no progress at all,' Jack thought bitterly, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. 'Erebus was right—he's actually bad luck. Even my life wasn't this cursed before... Was it?'

A faint headache brewed as Jack dwelled on his grim prospects, but he pushed it aside. Dwelling on his fate wouldn't change it.

"Regardless," Jack said, his voice firm, "it won't stop me from getting the chapters. I have questions that demand answers—answers only time can give me. And I will not meet that man unprepared."

With that, he rolled the map closed, sealing the glowing parchment with deliberate care.

"I understand what you mean," Zamazo replied, nodding with an air of sympathy. Yet beneath his composed demeanor, his thoughts strayed elsewhere. Deep down, he wasn't convinced he would survive if he ventured into that place himself. Talking Jack out of this reckless endeavor seemed futile. If the young man's resolve couldn't be shaken, so be it.

'This will just give me the opportunity I've been waiting for anyway,' Zamazo thought, a sly calculation flickering behind his impassive face.

But he was overlooking one crucial element in his plan. Could you guess what it was?

"Let's make preparations," Jack announced, breaking Zamazo's train of thought. "We leave for the First Planes tomorrow." His tone left no room for debate.

"I'm afraid I won't be joining you on this journey," Zamazo interjected immediately, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of finality.

Jack turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. "Why not?"

Before Jack could press further, Missy burst into the conversation, her ears twitching with indignation. "Why will Uncle Zamazo stay behind? Missy wants to learn more!"

Zamazo regarded her outburst with mild amusement. He had grown accustomed to her energy, though her insistence on calling him "uncle" still struck him as odd. It wasn't naivety, he realized—it was just her way of expressing herself.

"I can't accompany you," Zamazo explained, ignoring Missy's pout. "Entering the First Planes with me would paint a target on all of you. My presence alone would set off alarms, and I doubt you're planning to politely ask for what you're after." His sharp gaze landed on Jack, who nodded in understanding.

"Additionally," Zamazo continued, "it could be seen as a breach of her territory. That woman is... unstable. She'd call a war over the smallest perceived insult." He let out a resigned sigh. "As it stands now, I've grown to appreciate peace more than I'd like to admit."

Jack's jaw tightened. He knew Zamazo was right. If this mission were to succeed, stealth was key.

"Very well," Jack conceded. "But if there's any way you can support us from here, I'd appreciate it. I won't pretend I can handle this alone."

Zamazo's lips curled into a faint smile. "I have a few informants—spies, if you will. They'll be of great help."

"Spies?" Jack echoed, his eyes narrowing. "How skilled are they?"

"They're more than skilled," Zamazo said with a casual wave of his hand. "In fact, they've been here all along."

Jack's senses flared as he felt a sudden presence behind him. Turning slightly, he caught a glimpse of a figure—a woman clad in light armor that hugged her form. The breastplate accentuated her figure, making her an undeniable beauty. But Jack's focus wasn't on her appearance.

He was stunned.

'How did I not sense her presence?' Jack wondered, his wariness mounting. He had always been able to detect demons easily. Their energy, their essence—it was like second nature to him. Yet this woman had been there, unnoticed, blending seamlessly into the shadows.

Even Alisha seemed unsettled. Her sharp gaze locked onto the stranger as if trying to pierce through her aura of mystery. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

"Don't worry," Zamazo said, breaking the tense silence. "She doesn't have enough strength to harm a fly. This is Jena."

Jena stood perfectly still, her single horn jutting elegantly from her forehead. If not for that distinct feature, she could have been mistaken for a human. Her skin carried a healthy flush, unlike the pale complexion of most demons.

"She has no presence," Zamazo continued. "If you're planning to steal from an overlord, she's your best shot. Even I couldn't detect her the first time I met her. She would've made an excellent warrior, but..." He sighed. "Unfortunately, she has no combat abilities to speak of."

Jack's sharp gaze shifted to Jena. She met his eyes, unblinking, her expression blank.

"She doesn't talk?" Alisha asked, her voice soft but curious.@@novelbin@@

Zamazo shook his head. "Not once. In all the time she's served me, she's never spoken a word. But she's loyal and follows every command without fail."

Jack studied Jena for a moment longer. Despite her lack of strength, there was something... different about her. Something that set her apart, even from other demons.

"We all need rest," Jack finally said, turning away. "Tomorrow, we'll set out on our little trip."

He left the hall, his mind already racing with plans. Zamazo had provided him with a potential edge, but the road ahead was treacherous.

Navigating the winding corridors of Zamazo's fortress, Jack eventually found his way to a room. Unlocking the door with the master key he'd been given, he stepped inside.

The chamber was spacious, its opulent furnishings a stark contrast to the challenges he faced. Ornate carvings adorned the walls, and a large, plush bed sat in the center of the room, draped in dark silks.

Jack stood in silence, letting the weight of the day settle over him. His fingers traced the edge of the rolled-up map in his hand.

'This is just the beginning,' he thought. 'I can't afford to falter now.'

As he lay down, his mind drifted to the chapters of time, to the answers he sought, and to the enemies that waited in the shadows.

"Time to check the system screen and see how much I've improved"