On the day his parents died, Aleric was cursed and became hated by all.
His flesh took on the pallor of the undead, marking him as a monster in the eyes of the living. From that day, Aleric was forced to survive alone in the world that despised him. 


Everything changed when he uncovered an ancient necromancer’s crypt and a staff that promised him the knowledge of Dark magic and uncovered what the curse truly was.


Aleric was a death-touched–a person to whom all Dark magic was as natural as breathing! He learned in days spells that took years to others.


Dark magic had long been branded evil. The kingdom of Dark mages was destroyed and its people killed. To accept this power was to become hunted as well... But to the world, Aleric was already a villain. 


So he chose to become not just a villain, but one so powerful that not even the entire world couldn’t bring him down! He will build a kingdom that will stand eternal, and every killed foe would join his undead legions!


The nations of the living shook in fear. The age of the living was ending, and the armies of the Supreme Necromancer were going to reshape the world.

"Oh… How long has it been already? Two days?"


"Yes, Master Fenn. You planned to leave this town tomorrow. Any longer, and these sad excuses for men will be late for meeting with you. Either they were caught, or decided to not return." Samuel's voice made it clear what he thought was more probable. "No virtue in people like them. They only care for their own skin…"


"I expected this. This is why I took their hair. Return to your other duties, Samuel—either these people will return by the end of the day, or we will consider them dead. You don't have to do anything, either way."


After Samuel left, Aleric looked at the bloody scene around. Just a day before, it was a warehouse. Now it was closer to a butchery—a workshop of a necromancer.


Chapter 78 - The Long Reach of the Curse