Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

It was late at night, in a gloomy manor.

Harvey got up and opened the window. A night owl fluttered into the house, rolled on the ground for a few times, and quickly rotted and weathered, leaving only a handful of ashes.

Harvey brushed away the ashes, picked up the envelope hidden in it, and read the contents on it with the help of the bright white light in the study.

"Dear Master Harvey, regarding the batch of corpses you ordered, due to the recent frequent activities of the church's trial army, there is an emergency situation of out of stock. We are very sorry for this..."

Harvey took a deep breath, a ball of green mist surged from his palm, and he rubbed the letter paper into powder. "Damn the church's trial army!"

Since the trial army went to the battlefield of the Evil Moon Mountains, a large number of corpses used by the necromancers in their usual experiments have been out of stock.

The reason is simple. The corpses that have been requiemed by the church cannot be resurrected by resurrection.

The corpse driver didn't want to pull a cart of dead and heavy corpses all the way back to Saint Valen to sell them.

Thinking of this, Harvey stood up irritably and paced back and forth in the study.

Ever since the Spellcaster Union issued a bill prohibiting necromancers from stealing or buying corpses for magic experiments without the consent of the deceased and his family.

In this case, most necromancers can only buy expensive experimental materials from corpse collectors, and the source is often the dead who died on the battlefield and had no time to bury their souls.

"This is naked academic discrimination!" Harvey couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

I didn't expect that he would face the dilemma of shortage of experimental materials immediately after being promoted to a junior necromancer.

It's not that Harvey attaches great importance to and is obsessed with the magic experiment itself.

It's that without corpses, he can't transform enough zombies to work for him. Once the production line stops, his business will plummet.

Without business, there is no money. Without money, how can he repay his high student loans!

After all, among the seven wizard kingdoms, only the Undead Academy allows students to apply for student loans and repay them on time after graduation.

Let’s put aside the fact that the Undead Academy does have difficulty recruiting students.

This is also the only school for spellcasters that Harvey, a time traveler without much talent for spellcasting, can normally pass the entrance exam to.

Unlike ordinary elemental mages and arcane mages, necromancers cannot be employed by noble lords or magic academies with high salaries and become respected spell consultants.

They are even more hostile to divine spellcasters such as church priests, although the establishment of the Spellcaster Union has reconciled the contradictions between the two to a great extent.

As for alchemists, without the accumulation of family wealth and formulas for generations, ordinary people simply do not have enough capital to embark on this career path.

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Coming to the simple production workshop, Harvey examined the few remaining zombies standing next to the production line with some heartache.

Zombies are used as workshop workers to be responsible for the assembly line production of the soap workshop.

This is the first entrepreneurial project that Harvey founded after graduating from the Academy of the Dead, relying on his business acumen as a time traveler.

However, the R\u0026D cost of this production line is not cheap.

Harvey, who was originally burdened with student loans, could not afford it at all. Fortunately, he joined an interest club during his college years.

Several wealthy "second-generation magicians" in the club were very interested in Harvey's strange ideas from time to time.

That's why they generously invested in his first entrepreneurial project after graduation.

But Harvey now regrets developing this entrepreneurial project.

The sleepless zombies who don't eat or drink are indeed the trump card of the "007" assembly line, but Harvey overlooked the most important point.

Whether it's a living person or a dead body, it's far less durable than those metal parts.

Not only will the zombies gradually rot, but they often conflict with other equipment on the production line because of their sluggish feedback on the instructions of the spells.

Last week, due to slow operation, three zombies with intact limbs mixed themselves into the blender, adding many inappropriate ingredients to the finished soap.

Coupled with the sudden shortage of corpses, Harvey has no confidence in the first batch of orders to be delivered in a month.

Buying second-hand stocks from other necromancers may be a solution.

Harvey slapped his forehead and decided to explore the bottom of other necromancers first. In Jackdaw Town, where he is currently located, there are several colleagues who are obsessed with research and stay at home.

Back in the study, Harvey couldn't wait to get the letter paper and started writing a letter.

[Hello, Master Anthony, due to the recent shortage of corpses, my experiment is currently at a standstill. May I ask if you have any extra zombies to transfer? It doesn't matter if they are incomplete. The specific price can be negotiated. ]

After folding the letter, Harvey snapped his fingers and summoned a messenger night owl with magic. He watched it swallow the letter and flap its wings to fly out of the window.

Anthony's wizard tower is in the valley east of Jackdaw Town. Now is working time, and he should get a reply soon.

Sure enough, about an hour later, Night Owl delivered Anthony's reply.

Unfortunately, the content was not as good as Harvey expected. Not only did the other party coldly reject the second-hand transaction of zombies, but also mocked Harvey as a noble spellcaster, but engaged in the low-level work of making goods for mortals, which simply trampled on the dignity of the necromancer.

Harvey burned the reply letter and muttered: "It's really the outdated concept of the old-school wizard! All he knows is to study immortality, soul, and death power all day long..."

"Do you know what it means to go deep into the people and solve their needs? Why is making goods for mortals a low-level job!"

"If you can't make money and enjoy life, what's the point of being immortal? Can you live until the day your wizard tower is demolished?"

Of course, these words can't be said to Anthony face to face. After all, Harvey is only a junior wizard, and Anthony was already an intermediate wizard ten years ago.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Since crossing, Harvey found that the spellcasters in this magic world completely disdain the life enjoyment and food, clothing, housing and transportation of ordinary people.

Most spellcasters only maintain the most basic physiological needs with bread and water, and devote all their time to the fanatical pursuit of magic research and life level.

Even alchemists are not willing to invent and create some commercial products, and are fully immersed in the delusion of the creator who gives life to dead things with alchemy.

After silently complaining for a while, Harvey still forced himself to think about how to solve the current dilemma.

He took out the first draft of his graduation thesis written during the Undead Academy from the drawer, which was rejected by his tutor as a fantasy.

—— "Feasibility Study on Soul Transfer and Mechanical Undead Creation"

Harvey still clearly remembered the scene when his tutor threw the entire manuscript in his face in anger after reading the first draft.

Indeed, experimental research on souls is not uncommon in the magic world, but there has been no substantial progress so far.

Because the truth that most people believe in is...

The gods as creators are real.

The soul will not be created out of thin air, nor can it be stripped away at will, let alone transferred.

This is also the main reason why the Creator Plan of the Alchemy Exploration Society has always been regarded as blasphemy by the church and delusion by spellcasters.

Harvey took out his experimental creation from the safe in the study and placed it solemnly on the desk.

It was a mechanical prosthesis produced by the Alchemy Exploration Society, a defective product that was eliminated due to model errors.

After carefully connecting the end of the mechanical prosthesis to a blue crystal, Harvey took a deep breath and injected a small amount of magic energy into the crystal.

The crystal instantly glowed, as if a living thing was crawling inside.

A moment later, the rough metal fingers of the mechanical prosthesis at the other end suddenly flickered as if they were electrocuted.

Then, the metal prosthesis seemed to come alive, and the five fingers instantly opened, gripping the surface of the wooden desk, and slowly moved forward a distance.

Then it twitched for a while, and then it became completely quiet.

"The soul energy of ordinary insects is still too weak..."

Harvey sighed in a low voice as he looked at the blue crystal that was dull and dim after the energy was exhausted.

But... this also fully proves...

The souls of living things can really be transferred to metal creations...

And drive them!