Mythology: Ragnarok

"Are you... are you the creator of this book?" Faced with the unknown being, Agreed suppressed his fear and asked tremblingly.

"That's right, I am the author of this book, and my name is Tutankhamun."

“Tutankhamun?! You are the god of magic worshipped in this country!” Agred exclaimed in surprise.

"Faith? Heh, so my homeland hasn't been destroyed after all. Those good-for-nothings do have some skills after all. Or are those good-for-nothings actually quite remarkable among humans?"

“Useless? You mean…?” Agreed asked, puzzled.

"Of course, it's those magicians from my era back then. Those good-for-nothings were incompetent yet arrogant. I thought they were hopeless, so I left behind a few tattered books that I already knew by heart and then left. I never expected that those good-for-nothings who had no real skills but loved to show off would not only not be eliminated but even hold high positions of power?! The humans on this planet are truly hopeless."

Upon hearing this, Agreed was shocked. Those who were contemporaries of the God of Magic were all beings at the level of forbidden spells or even demigods, yet in the eyes of the God of Magic, they were merely a bunch of trash. If this got out, Augustus would truly be slapped in the face by his own ancestor.

"But why is this book called the Bible of the Dead?" Agreed asked, staring at the ancient book in front of him.

Tutankhamun's voice rang out again and responded: "Because I later became a necromancer, the name of Tutankhamun, the Grand Duke of the Undead, once made all the gods tremble. I really miss those days when even the gods were my defeated opponents. Alas, I was ultimately overwhelmed and died under the siege of those false gods. Before I died, I transformed all my life's learning into the Bible of the Undead and copied this legacy hundreds of millions of times, throwing it into various material universes. In a sense, I am the origin of necromancers, the first necromancer in this world."

Agreed asked cautiously, "How many people have inherited your legacy?"

"As far as I know, if you include yourself, there are a total of 1,436 people who have truly deciphered the secrets of my book."

"Then...are they all still alive?"

"Including you, there's only one left alive."

Argreed immediately cursed and shouted, "Damn it! Doesn't that mean no one survived?! Is learning your magic really that risky?!"

"Young man, don't get too excited. Learning my magic is dangerous and can kill you. Although a thousand of my successors died midway through their studies due to a 'minor accident,'..."

"With a mortality rate of over 70%, how dare you say 'but'!" Agreed interrupted Tutankhamun, shouting.

Tutankhamun was not discouraged and continued to patiently persuade him: "Young man, you must have ambition. Are you willing to be a good-for-nothing for the rest of your life? You will not refuse me. I see longing in your eyes, a longing for power! You are one of the few people at your age who have the same thoughts as me. You... are very talented."

Agreed suddenly noticed a blind spot and asked, "Wait a minute, you were killed by a god, so your soul should have been completely destroyed. How can there still be a remnant of your soul chatting with me?!"

Tutankhamun's voice rang out again, explaining, "The one communicating with you now is not Tutankhamun himself, but an artificial consciousness that has inherited all his memories. In the terms of technological civilization, you can understand me as an artificial intelligence that has inherited Tutankhamun's memories. My purpose is to select a successor for Tutankhamun."

"Artificial intelligence?" Agreed was getting more and more confused. So many new terms he didn't know had popped up in such a short time, leaving him feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"You'll understand later, but the prerequisite is that you must cultivate the Styx Soul Forging Manual before you. Only by cultivating it can you truly become a magician, see my existence, and come into contact with a new world you've never imagined!"

Agred looked at the ancient book in front of him. He knew that the spells in the book would probably kill him if he didn't practice them carefully. But... Agred thought of his parents' tragic deaths, the destruction of his home, and the pain of being enslaved. In that instant, he suddenly felt that rather than living a lowly life, he should take a gamble and just hope!

"Damn it, let's do it!" With that, Agreed opened the book of Styx Soul Forging. From that moment on, Pandora's box was opened, and the gears of fate began to turn. The legendary story began from that moment on!

After the Styx Soul Forging was opened, the words on it instantly turned into streams of light and entered Agreed's mind. The words transformed into obscure incantations, and Agreed involuntarily began to chant those incomprehensible incantations. As the last word was finished, Agreed's soul instantly left his body and arrived at a vast river formed by the convergence of souls!

However, it was more like a vast galaxy composed of souls than a river. As Agred's soul approached the River Styx, the immense soul energy within it was quickly drawn out and injected into Agred's soul. In an instant, Agred's soul was filled with terrifying energy. He hurriedly used the incantation in his mind to extricate himself from the River Styx and return his soul to his body.

However, Agreed still fell into a coma as a result. That night, his head was as hot as a branding iron. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have died from the high fever. But Tutankhamun's phantom looked at Agreed lying on the ground with appreciation and couldn't help but praise him: "You withdrew decisively and were not greedy at all. Very good, very good. Perhaps you have really found a suitable successor this time."

As he spoke, a cool energy surged from the pendant around Agred's neck. The magical energy was applied to Agred's body, gradually stabilizing his body temperature. Agred fell into a deep sleep amidst this sudden feeling of comfort.

Tutankhamun, seeing this scene, said in surprise, "You actually possess a magical item with a calming effect? ​​You brat, you're not as simple as I thought." After saying that, Tutankhamun chuckled and stayed beside Agreed, waiting for him to wake up.

The next day

It was already broad daylight when Agred finally awoke from his unconsciousness. Clutching his throbbing head, Agred struggled to his feet and slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, a rainbow-like substance filled the entire room, and within that shimmering light, a ghostly old man floated before him.

Agreed looked at the ghost before him with some surprise, but still tentatively asked, "Are you... Tutankhamun?"

The ghost nodded and exclaimed happily, "Congratulations, lucky child! You have become my successor. Take my wisdom and reach the pinnacle of this world!"

“Wait, but why can I see you? And what are these... fancy things floating in the air in my house?” Agreed asked, still a little confused.

Tutankhamun explained, "Those colored substances you see in the air are called elements, my child. Congratulations! This means you have become a magician's apprentice and have officially embarked on the path of magic!"

Tutankhamun then continued to explain, "As for why you can see me, it's naturally because your soul strength has reached the point where you can detect the dead, so it's only natural that you can see me."