"Congratulations, host. You have now acquired the Necromancer Cla.s.s. Please visit the system menu for further details."

the sweet melodic voice of the woman in the system rang after a minute and a half of loading.

"Thank you."

"You're most welcome, host. It is the system's pleasure to be of service!"

"What's your name?" Clark queried while looking at his surroundings for the first time. He did not want to call the lady a system if they were to be partners from now on.

"The system has no name, host. You can just refer to me as the system and would suit me just fine." But how could Clark dare to do that to the sole origin of whatever power he may have from now on.

"Is it okay for me to call you, Nancy, instead of a mere system?" so he improvised instead. This was the name of his favorite singer and dancer. Nancy is truly a league of her own in comparison to her peers.

Clark dreamed for an instant or two before the system's reply woke him up from his revelry.

"Affirmative, host. From tonight on, I am your humble servant Nancy."

"Thank you for being here, Nancy. I'm happy to not be..." alone.

the young man wasn't able to finish his sentence because it had once more let him remembered of what he had lost.

"I'm going to see you someday! Wait for me." Clark made an oath right then and there that would stay with him for the lonely eras, epochs, and eons in this world.

"Now let me see how this works." Clark was now sitting on the bed. There was a dim source of light overhead and it was perfect to cast only shadows in the midst.

The atmosphere it gave was indeed very conducive for love making and such affairs. It did not use the normal source of power like electricity of course but was rendered from a much mysterious origin.

It was magic at its purest sense yet the notion of having this kind of fresh invention hasn't at all moved the boy who was right now in deep thought.

Since he had a.s.similated the soul of Lu Chen who had recently pa.s.sed away, it was as if he had also experienced that old man's life in its entirety.

Perhaps it was because of this fact that Clark had also been courageous enough to see what was out there, ahead and in the morrow, and not fully succ.u.mb to an endless lament and blame.

"Hmmm... A pretty good skill indeed. I have not really chosen a wrong starting cla.s.s." the boy muttered while totally oblivious to the wonders of his surroundings.

Blood Twin - summons a special body that mirrors the quality and power of the host. (if the Blood Twin dies, cla.s.s skill cannot be used again for another 24 hours)

This was the first Cla.s.s Skill given to the Necromancer. Of course some jobs were given pa.s.sive cla.s.s skills like the mage who gains 50% mana boost just after inheriting the said cla.s.s.

Clark knew that there were no replays and rewinds in life, much less this cultivation world that was filled with uncertainties no matter where he went.

He could be an innocent bystander and be pulverized to dust in an instant if two crazy cultivators were to fight above the city.

The sword has no eyes and it is indeed a pretty good excuse for them mighty cultivators. Not that their victims could rise from the grave and complain about it.

"Being a Necromancer could afford me some easy time to level but most of all, it could also a.s.sure my safety." Clark looked at the three columns of the Necromancer's skill tress.

Summoning Talent Tree.

Death Magic Talent Tree.

Cursed Words Talent Tree.

He scanned the relevant initial skills but he knew that he would have to rely on summoning creatures to fight in his stead. This was the surest and safest way to level up after all.

After determining the most practical path for him, Clark awaited no further and took that first step towards his goal.

"Blood Twin, come!"