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The Life of a Necromancer as a Swashbuckler

Chapter 1: Origins

I walked alone through the gloomy castle, surrounded by solitude and silence. I was once the most powerful necromancer on the entire continent, but at that moment, I sensed a danger unlike any I had ever faced. My beloved—Annie—had been captured by the enemy. I didn’t know who they were, nor did I care; all I knew was that I had to save her! No matter who stood in my way Finally arriving at the agreed-upon location, I gently pushed open the door before me. I was met by a green light, and before I could even react, I was already dead. As I fell, I watched helplessly as the woman I loved most rushed toward me. She was weeping for me—she still needed protection herself—yet I could do nothing, for I had died like a coward! I refuse to accept this! I will save her!