Necromythos

"Sandro, Sandro, wake up!"

In the depths of semi-consciousness, Liu Zhi heard this voice ringing by his ear. He struggled to open his eyes, yet found that his eyelids had grown impossibly heavy—no matter how he tried, he could not open them.

Then the voice spoke again: "This is your last chance. Seize it well..."

Before the voice finished, Liu Zhi cried out loudly. It felt as if his head were about to explode, as a torrent of information and memories poured into his mind—some coherent, some chaotic, some rational, others utterly bizarre.

Clutching his head, he rolled on the floor for a while before gradually calming down. In that interval, he roughly understood what had transpired. The moment he could finally open his eyes, he couldn't help but murmur, "No need for a last chance; that poor Sandro has run out of opportunities."

It turned out this was the graduation trial of a necromancer named Sandro. Unlucky as he was, Sandro had already failed three times in succession; if he failed once more, he would be doomed to wander the underworld forever, becoming nothing more than part of its scenery.

But who could have foreseen that Sandro, proud and stubborn, had become half-mad from his repeated failures? He forcibly initiated an even more difficult graduation trial, and in the process of transferring himself here, was disrupted, turning to dust—leaving his vessel for the unwitting Liu Zhi, who had crossed over accidentally.

After grasping the general situation, Liu Zhi barely had time to examine the