After my rebirth,I became the fourth son of the Grand Duke in the empire and emerged as a noble mage

After preparing for his transmigration, Xia Yuan, a high-level law mage player from his previous life, found himself reborn as an NPC—the fourth son of a Grand Duke in an empire! He initially braced himself for a dull aristocratic life. However, he had not anticipated the revolutionary changes sweeping through the era. His family, being the last bastion against these changes, was already...

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Name:Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes(Ch 98)

[MmeHyraelle]

Man this avis ollivendi novel needs more translation. I've listened up to chap 800+ on light novel and i still need moar.

[dreadaa]

Im guessing they dont share name of manhwa so others dont make similar vids

[samfisher]

This story narrative is so similar to chatgpt original story. Once for fun I had chatgpt write me a novel on OP necromancer with MC powers similar to solo- levelling, disastrous necromancer and the time I reincarnated as a slime, and got a unique story, but the pace of the story was very slow same like this.

The Unholy Necromancer

I still remember the day I died. It was a typical day, really. I was out for a walk, enjoying the sunshine, when a group of bandits ambushed me. I fought back, but they were too many, and soon I was lying on the ground, my life slipping away.

But that's not where my story ends. You see, I had a peculiar condition – a curse, really. I was born with the ability to see and manipulate death. As a child, I would play with the shadows, making them dance and writhe like living things. As I grew older, my abilities only grew stronger.

When I died, something strange happened. Instead of moving on to the afterlife, I found myself stuck in a state of limbo. My spirit lingered, unable to move on or return to the world of the living.

And then, something changed. I felt a strange energy coursing through my veins, like a cold wind blowing through my very soul. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself standing in a dark, damp crypt. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the walls were lined with ancient tombs.

I looked down at my hands and saw that they were no longer human. They were twisted and gnarled, with long fingers that ended in razor-sharp claws. My skin was gray and decaying, like that of a corpse.

I was a necromancer.

At first, I was terrified. I had no idea how to control my powers or what kind of being I had become. But as I explored the crypt, I discovered that I had developed some... unique abilities.

I could manipulate the dead. I could summon them to do my bidding, controlling their movements like puppets on strings. I could also drain the life force from living creatures, using it to sustain myself.

But there was something more. Something that set me apart from other necromancers.

I had a... connection to the land itself. I could feel the pulse of the earth beneath my feet, and sense the presence of ancient energies lurking just beneath the surface.

As I explored this newfound power, I discovered that I could use it to manipulate the very fabric of reality. I could create portals to other realms, summoning forth creatures from beyond the grave.

And so, I set out on a journey to master my abilities. To learn how to control my powers and bend the world to my will.

It wasn't easy, of course. There were those who sought to destroy me, who saw me as an abomination or a threat to their own power. But I persevered, driven by a desire to understand and master my newfound abilities.

As I traveled across the land, I encountered other necromancers – some friendly, some not so much. But there were also those who shared my abilities, or who possessed similar powers.

And so, I formed alliances and forged friendships with those who understood me. Together, we worked to build a new world – one where death and life were intertwined, and where necromancers were respected and feared in equal measure.

But there was always one question looming in the back of my mind – what would happen if I were to die again?

Would I be trapped in this limbo forever? Or would something new and unexpected happen?

Only time would tell.

Chapter 1: The Crypt

I woke up with a start, my heart racing in my chest. The darkness was absolute, and for a moment, I couldn't remember where I was or how I got here.

But then it came flooding back – the ambush, the fight for my life, and then... nothing.

I looked down at my hands and saw that they were no longer human. They were twisted and gnarled, with long fingers that ended in razor-sharp claws. My skin was gray and decaying, like that of a corpse.

I was a necromancer.

The crypt was dimly lit by flickering torches that cast eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the stench of decay and rotting flesh.

I stumbled forward, trying to get my bearings. The crypt stretched out before me like a labyrinth of darkness and despair.

But as I walked deeper into the crypt, something strange began to happen. The air seemed to grow thicker and heavier, as if the very fabric of reality was bending around me.

I felt it – a pulse of energy coursing through my veins like liquid fire. It was as if my powers were awakening within me.

And then, everything went black.

Chapter 2: The Dead

When I came to again, I found myself standing in front of a tombstone covered in moss and lichen. The name etched into its surface read: "Eira Shadowglow."

I didn't recognize it – but then again, what did she have to do with me?

As I looked around, I noticed that the crypt was filled with an eerie silence – no sound of whispering voices or creaking bones. It was as if the dead themselves were waiting for something.

Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear – "Welcome back."

I spun around, trying to see who spoke – but there was no one there.

"Who's there?" I demanded.

A figure emerged from the shadows – tall and gaunt with eyes that burned like embers from hellfire.

"You're one of us, " she said with a voice like ice cold water dripping down a stone wall. "You're dead."

I felt a surge of fear – but also something else. A sense of purpose.
"I'm Eira, " she said with a nod towards her own tombstone. "Or at least... what remains of her."

She introduced me to others – spirits trapped between worlds just like myself.
"Welcome to our little gathering, " Eira said with a cold smile.
"Where we wait for... something."

And so we began our journey together – bound by fate and circumstance into an eternal bond between death and life.

Epilogue:

As time passed (or what passes for time in this realm), our little group grew stronger.
We learned how to control our powers – harnessing death itself as fuel for our magic.
And as our abilities grew stronger... we began to reshape this world in our own image.

Cities rose from the ashes,
and armies marched across battlefields.
And through it all... we walked among them,
as kings and queens,
as masters of death itself.

And yet... there's still one question lingering in my mind...
What would happen if we were to die again?

Will we be trapped in this limbo forever?
Or will something new and unexpected happen?

Only time will tell...

The End

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