The Genesis Of A Necromancer-Chapter 142: Becoming stronger

Alisha’s narrowed eyes bored into Jack’s, her suspicion palpable as she evaluated his demeanor. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t detect a shred of malice. In fact, in this moment, he seemed…normal. More grounded than he had been in their prior encounters. But the weight of his words made it impossible for her to lower her guard completely.

"So, you want to take control of the planes this time?" she asked, her tone laced with incredulity. "Do you honestly believe the overlords will let you?"

Her skepticism wasn’t unfounded. The planes were a fiercely contested realm—not one kingdom, not one army, had managed to dominate even a single plane, let alone the twelve that stretched across existence. The very idea was absurd. And yet, here Jack was, calmly suggesting the impossible.

Alisha crossed her arms, her mind whirling. Every kingdom had tried, seduced by the untapped wealth hidden within the planes. There were mana-rich mines, glittering veins of crystals, and treasures beyond imagination—a dream for anyone seeking power. But the demons who called the planes home hardly exploited these riches. Instead, they were consumed by their endless infighting, their thirst for dominance over one another keeping them from realizing their full potential.

Jack’s calm demeanor didn’t waver under her scrutiny. He knew the scale of the task he was proposing. It was insanity—a gambit few would dare to undertake. Yet, the seed of determination burned within him. Having bonded with Erebus, the ancient god of death and judgment, he carried the gift of eternal rebirth—a boon many would kill for. But even such a divine blessing came with its price. Failure was not an option. If he lost this gift by failing his mission, it wouldn’t just be his downfall. Beings far more terrifying than any demon overlord would come for his head.

He exhaled slowly, his voice steady as he answered, "That’s why we’ll make them submit to me."

Alisha raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You think that’s going to be easy?"

Her tone was mocking, her skepticism unwavering. She couldn’t deny that Jack had managed to bring Zamazo, the lord of the dead, to his side. But could he replicate such a feat with the other overlords? Hardly. They were notoriously selfish, driven by their own desires and schemes. Unity was an alien concept to them, even in the face of annihilation. And if there was one thing she knew, it was how much the other overlords loathed Zamazo. The idea of them aligning with him—or anyone connected to him—was laughable.

’He must’ve had some connection to Zamazo in his past life,’ Alisha mused, her sharp mind piecing together the fragments of what she knew. ’That would explain why Zamazo sensed him and chose to follow him. But the others? No chance.’

Still, she didn’t have all the pieces. Her knowledge of the lords of the dead was limited—restricted to the belief that there was only one. She couldn’t have known that Jack’s existence had shifted the very fabric of their reality.

"You do realize," she continued, her voice tinged with mockery, "that to make them submit, you’ll have to fight the overlords? All of them?"

Jack’s lips curved into a faint smile, more amused than offended by her doubt. Her confidence, even in the face of limited information, was admirable. It was one of the reasons he kept her by his side. She reminded him of something he had lost long ago—a trait he had once desperately needed but had lacked.

’If I had her confidence back then,’ he thought, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes, ’I would’ve told Dad the truth. I would’ve exposed Mom’s betrayal. Maybe I wouldn’t have been thrown out.’

The memory burned, but he pushed it aside. The past was a different life, and dwelling on it served no purpose. He straightened, meeting Alisha’s gaze with quiet determination. "I won’t have to fight all of them," he said simply. "Just the ones who need to be reminded of their place."

Alisha blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his confidence.

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Jack’s connection to Erebus gave him an edge. He was the original reincarnation, the first vessel of the god’s essence. He was certain that some of the overlords still harbored loyalty to him, even if it had been buried under centuries of chaos and betrayal. But loyalty alone wouldn’t be enough. Strength was a language the overlords understood, and Jack knew he needed to wield it convincingly. The Book of Death, his most powerful tool, came at a steep price. Each use drained an immense amount of soul essence, making it a double-edged sword.

Memories flooded his mind—fragments of Erebus gifting each overlord their unique abilities, their faces filled with pride and greed. Jack’s jaw tightened. He couldn’t rely solely on their past connections. He had to become strong enough to command their respect and fear.

Alisha’s lips parted as if to question him further, but Zamazo’s deep voice cut through the air. "Enough talk. The training begins now."

Jack nodded, his gaze shifting to the intricate formation etched into the ground. Symbols glowed faintly, pulsating with dormant energy. This was it—the first step on his path to dominion.

"It’s time to become stronger," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His hands clenched into fists, his resolve solidifying.

As Jack stepped onto the formation, Zamazo watched him closely. Despite their brief time together, the overlord had seen enough to be certain: Jack’s hunger for power was genuine, and his determination was unyielding. It was a hunger that resonated with Zamazo, a reflection of what he himself had once felt.

"Are you ready?" Zamazo asked, his voice calm but laced with an undertone of challenge.

Jack inhaled deeply, his chest rising as he steadied his nerves. "I’m ready."

With a simple nod, Zamazo raised his hand. The snap of his fingers echoed like a thunderclap, and the dark energy that surged from him was palpable. It rippled through the air, making the formation spring to life. Symbols blazed brightly, their light casting eerie shadows across the room.

The ground beneath Jack’s feet trembled. A low hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. The energy of the formation swirled around him, tendrils of power coiling like serpents. It was both exhilarating and suffocating, a force that tested his resolve.

"Focus," Zamazo commanded, his voice cutting through the noise. "Harness the energy. Let it strengthen you."

Jack gritted his teeth, his body tensing as the energy began to seep into him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt—raw, unbridled power surging through his veins. His vision blurred, flashes of memories and visions overwhelming his mind. He saw himself standing before the other overlords, their gazes filled with a mixture of fear and respect. He saw the planes bending to his will, the chaos of the demon world reshaped by his hand.

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But beneath the visions, he felt the weight of the challenge ahead. The path he had chosen was fraught with danger, and failure would mean more than his own end. It would mean the loss of everything.

Jack’s eyes snapped open, glowing faintly with the energy of the formation. "I’m ready," he repeated, his voice steady and filled with conviction.

Zamazo’s lips curled into a rare smile. "Then let’s begin."