All of France: The ancient king's dream, inheriting the curse of the abyss.

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My name is Logo, and I'm a time traveler. I just had a dream where someone claimed to be an ancient king, said I was his descendant, and told me to inherit the Sha Yuan family business…

The story begins yesterday...

Yesterday, at Tianlan Magic High School in Bocheng, the Awakening Ceremony took place.

As his hand touched the Awakening Stone, a deep, dark, and seemingly all-consuming black light shot into the sky, instantly silencing the entire auditorium. This was followed by gasps and murmurs that nearly lifted the roof off.

"Dark magic! It's dark magic!"

"Necromantic ability! He's awakened the necromancy ability!"

"My God, our school actually produced a necromancer this year?!"

The students' shocked, curious, and fearful gazes mingled, enveloping him. His homeroom teacher, Xue Musheng, wore an even more complex expression, a mixture of surprise and a barely perceptible worry. Dark magic, especially necromancy, is always associated with misfortune, the eerie, and darkness in the eyes of ordinary people. Although, according to the law and the Magic Association, it is no different from other magic systems—merely a magical attribute—those centuries-old perceptions cannot be changed overnight.

Logo himself was completely bewildered. Necromancer? He could summon skeletons? Or control zombies? His mind was filled with images from games and novels. He spent the entire day in this daze, surrounded by the whispers of those around him.

When he got home that night, he was exhausted and excited, and he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Then, the dream began.

That wasn't an ordinary dream. It was so vivid, so real, that you could even feel the desolation and majesty that transcended millennia.

He stood on a boundless, desolate land, the sky an eternal, deathly gray, devoid of sun, moon, and stars. Piles of withered bones lay scattered across the scorched earth, and decaying weapons were embedded in the soil; silence was the only dominant theme here.

Then, he saw that!

An existence beyond precise description. Seemingly the embodiment of the entire world of death, He sat high upon a throne built of countless pale skeletons. He wore a tattered yet still suffocatingly oppressive black royal robe, and a crown. His face was hidden behind the swirling mist of death, with only two points of deep, abyss-like red light, like stars, gazing upon Him.

Just from eye contact, Logo felt as if his soul was being frozen and torn apart.

A grand, ancient voice, resounding directly from the depths of his soul, boomed out, each syllable seemingly carrying the dust of history and the friction of metal:

"My descendants...their bloodline has finally been revived..."

"The Abyss of Slaughter... the throne has been empty... for a long time..."

"Return...inherit your destiny...rule the dead...reclaim your power in the underworld..."

The sound echoed continuously, accompanied by countless fragments of images forcibly crammed into his mind: a majestic yet deathly silent city of the dead, an endless army of skeletons, an ancient palace floating in a gray-white hue, and a bottomless abyss that seemed to connect to the Netherworld—the Abyss of Fiends!

Finally, the two points of red light suddenly intensified:

"Come...seek me...the mark will guide your way..."

boom!

Logo sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding as if it would shatter his ribs. Outside the window, dawn was just breaking.

He subconsciously raised his right hand, looking at his palm, which had been slightly scorched by the energy of the Awakening Stone during his awakening yesterday. There, the faint red mark that had been there seemed to have... really added some extremely subtle and hard-to-detect dark gold patterns, like a fragmented ancient rune, or like an arrow pointing in a certain direction.

"An ancient king... a descendant? Sha Yuan? Inheriting the family business?"

Logo twitched his lips, wanting to laugh, but felt his facial muscles stiffen. This plot was too absurd. It was just a dream, could it be because he awakened his necromancy during the day, and what he thought about during the day manifested in his dreams? But the dream's realism, the faint strangeness in his palm, and the lingering chill deep within his soul—the feeling of being watched…

An ancient king? A descendant? A fiend? Inheriting the family business?

What a joke! My parents were just ordinary low-level mages. Although they died in battle, their ancestors for three generations could be traced clearly. What could they possibly have to do with that legendary emperor of all time, the Lord of the Dead? This dream is too ridiculous.

but……

The palm of my hand still seemed to retain the chilling, unique magical energy fluctuations I felt upon awakening yesterday. The oppressive majesty of the dream, the crystal-clear vision of the Abyss of Fiends, and the headache upon waking, akin to complete mental exhaustion…

"Could it be... not just a dream?" An absurd yet heart-pounding thought popped into his head uncontrollably.

"Necromantic... Ancient King... Sha Yuan..."

He repeated those words in a low voice, his eyes gradually becoming more complicated, his expression shifting from confusion and bewilderment.

Perhaps yesterday's awakening that shocked the entire school was not simply a matter of a rare magic major.

"What's going on here..." Logo gave a wry smile, turned around and walked towards the bathroom, preparing to use cold water to wake himself up.

The boy in the mirror had a pale face and dark circles under his eyes, but something was subtly changing deep within his eyes, as if reflecting the faint light of another dark world.

The cold water splashed on his face finally brought Logo's drowsy mind to a bit of clarity.

He looked up at the boy in the mirror, water droplets sliding down his cheeks, and took a deep breath. No matter how real the dream was, no matter whether the dream he had last night was true or false.

After all, if this dream is true, he'll need real strength to inherit the Abyss of Fiends. For now, he should focus on cultivating diligently.

After quickly packing his schoolbag, Logo left the house with a piece of bread in his mouth.

The morning at Tianlan Magic High School in Bocheng was as bustling as ever, with the school gate crowded with students in their uniforms. Yesterday was Awakening Day, and today everyone's conversation revolved around magic, the air thick with a restless excitement.

However, the moment Logo stepped into the school gate, the previously noisy crowd fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, the originally crowded people around Logo unconsciously dispersed to both sides, creating a vacuum zone with a diameter of two meters.

"Look, it's Logo..."

"Is that the ruthless guy who awakened his necromancy powers?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! I've heard that necromancers have really strange tempers..."

"Really? He seems quite handsome to me, not like the creepy type..."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart! That's magic that involves playing with corpses and ghosts! Who knows if he might have some kind of skeleton in his bag..."

The hushed whispers reached Logo's ears.

Logo gave a helpless twitch of his lips. Before yesterday, he was just an unknown nobody, but today, he was enjoying the treatment of a school bully, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.