An Extra’s POV

Claudius Fern Frierant had an Exclusive Skill since he was born—[Dead Call].

It allowed him to resurrect a dead person to become his personal slave. Of course, this slave had neither the will nor the mind that they possessed when they were alive.

They were merely husks of their former selves.

In essence… Undead.

He knew he was special since he was a kid, and his family agreed.

He was given the most luxurious upbringing, and after practicing his Skill for years, more offshoots arose, until he finally gained the Necromancer Apprentice Class.

It was a C-Tier Class, but for a man in his late teens to have advanced that far already, it was an amazing feat worthy of celebration.

Thanks to this Class, and the Privileges that came with them—along with his pre-existing Skills—he became quite the prodigy.

Everyone said he matured a lot faster than his age, and for a while, it was considered a compliment.

But… Claudius soon understood that it was more of a curse than a blessing.

The Miasma involved in Necromancy had inadvertently caused his body to age a lot faster than it normally would, causing him to appear like a man in his thirties despite being a late teenager.

Of course, this process only became much worse the more he utilized his power.

At a point, he decided to stop in order to prevent any further aging.

But… the Dragons came.

They burned his home to the ground and took everything that mattered to him in the blink of an eye.

He wasn't strong enough to stop them.

He couldn't do anything but run away, escaping from the only place that he had grown to love.

'If only… If only I kept becoming strong, would I have been able to stop them? Maybe I could have at least saved my family! Maybe…'

thoughts remained in Claudius' mind as vestiges of regrets

looks and health, considering them to be vanity, instead focusing on the pursuit

after years of practice, he eventually

such a height, he kept this

to the point where he was confident that he had surpassed the Deadly

didn't care for ranks,

protect himself,

climb to power, but

the body of an elder with a young man's

the price for power—the cost of gaining nigh unrivaled

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

course, it was worth

as Claudius stood in front of the Compound Corpse, he desired to demonstrate it once more… the value of

prove to himself, and the world, that his actions

attain strength, one

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Call: Knights Of

[Abyss Call], black

from him, and

within the darkness emerged three tall entities who donned

and gleams of purple appeared

each with a weapon of speciality—a Sword, a Lance, lastly Bow and

took battle stances, with Claudius right

the power

summon the Undead he

were certain limitations to [Abyss Call]—like the total number of Undead he could store in his

Miasma to flow through and into him, hence it didn't affect

Skills—[Dead Call], and [Ultimate Sacrifice],

thirty-nine in total, and others which were in his territory back

waste having them, but

commanded, and his loyal soldiers of the dead instantly

expertly rushed forth, instantly taking formation without any need for