The Black Necromancer

“Who?!” Leonidas spun around and raised his arm to attack when he suddenly paused, the aura and strength of the two people that had just appeared in the room slamming into him. His eyes widened for a moment, and then he realized that he should be acting in a much more respectful manner toward the two Gods before him.

“I greet you, Your Excellencies.” He bowed his head in greeting, followed by Richard and Jet.

Michael lackadaisically waved his hand to dismiss them and turned to Leon. “Are you ready?” He asked.

“I am. Let’s go.” Leon nodded his head and Michael turned to Fazir, who also nodded and snapped his fingers. The three of them vanished in a flash of golden light as Fazir warped them away, leaving three stunned figures standing where they were.

Leonidas’ mind churned so quickly that smoke would have been coming out of his ears. ‘Those must be the Gods that back him! Not just one, but two!’ He thought to himself, thinking he had solved the mystery of that matter. But even then, this brought up a whole other matter. Two Gods backing one person was not a small matter. If it were a Kingdom or Empire, then it would be an entirely different matter, but this was just one person! It was completely mind blowing!

“Those were… Gods…” Jet breathed out as his eyes remained wide. He always knew Leon was remarkable, but it seemed he was much more remarkable than he initially believed.

“I always knew that kid was special.” Richard chuckled.

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As the three mortals thought amongst themselves, Michael and Fazir were having their own conversation with Leon.

“Of all the things you could as for, I never thought of this.” Fazir said as he sat on his golden throne, with Michael standing beside him, while Leon stood at the base of the stairs leading up to the throne.

“I just felt the need to make peace with my past. It was not easy adjusting to the change, but I also want to know how my old friends are doing.” Leon sighed and looked to the side.

“I want to say I understand, but I don’t.” Fazir chuckled. “It has been so long since my mortal days that I have forgotten what it felt like. The memories remain, but the feelings don’t.” He sighed and supported his head with his fist, keeping his eyes on Leon.

“You are a remarkable person, Leon. Destined for greatness. Don’t let this trip that we are granting you drag you down. You are meant for much better things.” He said.

“…Does that mean you will let me go?” Leon asked, suddenly feeling hopeful.

“Yes, but for a limited amount of time. A few days should do. Make the most of it. When you return, you will get back to work.” Fazir said seriously and turned to Michael. Michael nodded and his body flashed. In the next moment, he appeared next to Leon, placed his hand on Leon’s shoulder, and the two of them vanish from the throne room, leaving Fazir all alone to himself.

“That boy… Even without the perks of his transmigration, he has frightening talent. If not that Earth is a world with barely any mana, he would have been an overlord.” The red haired God said mysteriously before his eyes glazed over as he looked into something else.

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Leon sighed as his vision cleared, finding himself in an infinite void of darkness. Small, distant stars light up the darkness, but all Leon can see is his own body. It reminded him of the time when the chosen ones from Divinity’s Bout had been called upon by the Gods to receive rewards and make their wishes.

“Snap out of it or you will be lost here forever.” All of a sudden, Michael’s voice boomed beside Leon, and he turned to the side, feeling a bit dizzy. He was met with a… being. Michael stood in his True Body, the body of a God, one that was made wholly of Divinity and purged of all impurities. His eyes were glowing with silver light, similar to his hair that had turned into a waterfall of silver light behind him. His skin was glowing and pure, making him seem… Divine, as it should be.

“What would happen if I get to immersed?” Leon asked, wanting to know a bit more about this strange place.

Michael paused for a moment before speaking. “This is the Celestial Realm. The space where beings who have departed from their mortality reside. If a mortal somehow gets lost here, then their soul would forever drift, turning into nothing, and leaving the cycle of life and death, never to be reborn.” Michael explained.

“Oh… That sounds… Bad.” Leon gulped.

“…” Michael sighed and drifted forward, making Leon do the same. Together, the two of them drifted through this infinite void. Leon lost his sense of time as he moved, forgetting how long they had been in the Celestial Realm.

Before he could ask, however, something bright and red appeared in the distance, and he asked.

“What is that?”

“That, is the Nexus, the center point of all realities and worlds. That is the point which connects all worlds and realities. And that is where we need to go to travel to your old world, Earth.” Michael told him.

As they approached the glowing red light, a voice suddenly boomed.

“Who goes there?!” The space around Leon trembled, but he could barely feel it, as he was overwhelmed by the force of power that was radiated from that lone voice.

Michael sighed before speaking. “It is I, Michael of Datar, and I have come to gain access to another world.” He replied in a similarly loud voice, the light that made up his Celestial Body trembling.

“Michael of Datar. Do you represent yourself or another?” The voice boomed again as the red light began to move. Leon stared in awe and wonder as a being was made out of that red light, and floated before them.