Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 73: Death, You Asked For Me?

"Why did you do that?" Elise asked, breathlessly. It had been a long time since she'd seen such carnage.

Of course, Nick couldn't really see the consequences of his actions. All he knew was whatever his imagination conjured for him, as he still could not see through the darkness.

Moving in the direction of Elise's voice, he said, "Well, I got the necromancer to show his ugly face. Are you really complaining about that?"

"I guess it couldn't be helped."

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To his surprise, her voice was actually right next to him. His sense of direction was greatly improving. A small comfort, maybe.

Good. It was likely the necromancer would prove to be a tougher opponent than his soldiers. Especially since he wasted mana when he destroyed that horde.

...

Just the change of atmosphere was enough to notice the necromancer. The already cold and damp air was amplified to the umpteenth degree.

Death hung around them like a crude ornament, decorating the darkness. Nothing more than the necromancer's aura was needed to know that he had held dominion over the dead for millennia.

The closer Nick got to him, the more air itself seemed to cry. It was like the necromancer was someone who was used to making existence itself shake against his wrath.

When faced with such an aura, Nick sighed.

He had been wrong to fear confrontation. This boss's aura was barely more threatening than Ethos's.

'To be fair, I have gotten stronger.' Nick thought as he activated [Farseeing Eyes].

The eyes of a necromancer watched over him again, a single bloodred eye amongst a sea of black.

Grinning, Nick said, "I see you."

In the next moment, he was sprinting through the door, equipping his fang right after breaking the door right off its hinges.

With a king's weapon in his hands, Nick shoved the door to the side and then lunged straight for the necromancer. Every movement here was perfect and precise, like an assassin who had trained for some eternities–

Or a Progenitor who was just beginning his journey.

Even though the necromancer had seen him coming for a while, there was little he could do in terms of defense. He had taken the time to set up traps, which he thought could save him.

Black oil, which once lit creates an endless fire that is impossible to stomp out. Any victim caught in its blaze was sure to burn up within just a few minutes, no matter how strong they were.

Acidic poison, which he had set up in a barrel on the ceiling. Once the necromancer deactivated the enchantment that made it stick to the ceiling, it would come barreling down and cover Nick with this poison. Said poison was so potent that it ate through an entire giant in just a few seconds.

Finally, there was the binding spell which could stop any target in its place.

The necromancer cackled as he activated the binding seal, planning to force the Progenitor in his tracks and take the other traps head-on.

Nick gritted his teeth as he felt the binding spell take hold. It made not just his legs but his entire body feel heavier.

He only stood there as the fire beneath him and the poison above him made their play. Within just a second, he was being attacked on all fronts.

The necromancer laughed even harder. In his mind, he thought, 'I have been imprisoned here for 532 years, you think that I don't know how to kill? What else would I have been doing in a grave!'

Fire and poison mixed together to create a deadly combination, one that the necromancer knew a Progenitor couldn't survive—

"Just kidding," Nick said as he simply walked through the binding spell.

For the other attacks, he made sure to destroy with the aura of Destruction, but for the binding spell specifically,y, Nick decided that he wanted to walk through it.

"W- what are you! B- back, stay away!!" The necromancer screamed before Nick heard him scrambling away.

But the truth was, it didn't matter that Nick was merely walking while the necromancer was running from death. Because, in the end, the end always arrives all the same.

"What do you think I am?" Nick asked calmly while the necromancer knocked over bottles and other objects of divination.

Instead of answering his simple question, the necromancer turned in a fit of rage as he screamed unintelligibly. Then, in a furious hurry, he threw every spell he knew at Nick.

"Inflict pain! Inflict blindness! Inflict madness!"

Because he had to stop in order to activate these spells, all this desperate attempt did was allow Nick to get closer and closer to him. Soon, his Fang was pressing into the insolent man's chest.

"You asked for me, didn't you? Death?"

Squealing as he threw himself back before the [Fang of Finality] could end him like it had ended many others for eons, the necromancer summoned his next barrage of curses.

"Inflict death! Inflict death! Inflict death!!!"

"Gladly."

Nick slid the Fang into the impudent fool, carrying all the authority of a king.

As his life was ending and he was able to get a good look at his opponent, the necromancer knew why he was doomed from the start.

What he was facing wasn't just a Progenitor. It was one who walked the end.

Someone that you couldn't run away from, no matter how fast. If they wanted you dead, all they had to do was walk.

This is because there was no escaping their wrath.

Soft cries of despair and defiance bursted from the necromancer as his vision turned red for the first time. It had been 532 years since he last feared for his life, but even that sensation back then was nothing compared to this.

Swimming among the pool of pure darkness, a young master of death just found out he was nothing more than a tadpole.

He found out that there were beings with actual power out there, those that walked the thread of life and death, end and beginning like it was nothing more than a daily stroll.