MMORPG : Ancient WORLD - Chapter 561: The Omenborn (II)

“So basically... I'm a Necromancer from my game... in this world?”“...And I'm useless?”“Yeah, right.”---Alexander never expected his dull life to change—until a single message appeared. What seemed like a prank or an ARG from his game became something far more real.He transmigrates.Now, in the body of Asher Morgan, a nineteen-year-old with a lonely past. His plan? Stay under the radar, play it safe, and live like he always had—a gamer, a slacker.But fate had other plans.At Velcrest Academy’s Inauguration Ceremony, where students awaken their powers, Asher receives the worst possible class.“Outcast. Worthless.”That becomes his new name—until fate decides to change plans.The system glitches.—[ERROR… ERROR… Recalculating Awakening Process…][Hidden Ability Detected—Reawakening Process Initiated][SSS-Ranked Ability Unlocked: Sovereign of the Dead][Secret Evolution Triggered—Job Upgraded: Lord of Draconic Souls]—At first, he is frustrated, but then, he remembers....if the old Asher had lived to see this moment, he would have been miserable, abandoned, and forgotten.He reluctantly accepts his fate, ready to prove them all wrong.

Lost in the vast expanse of space, trapped in the icy confines of a metal spacecraft, I was forced to face a horrifying truth.That I had transformed into a ruthless alien predator in a space survival game.

Good news: You've transmigrated! And you have a phenomenally powerful master!Bad news: When you were ten, your master ran off and left his wife behind, leaving you to prop up the crumbling sect all by yourself.Good news: An uninvited junior sister shows up, claiming to be the number one beauty in the world!Bad news: You were born blind.Good news: Suddenly, one day, you realize you have regained your sight!Bad news: Something is wrong with your junior sister… Something is wrong with your master's wife… Something is wrong with all of them!…You Su , who had always been a blind man, wakes up one day to see giant tentacles dripping with copper-green slime writhing restlessly all around him. He traces the tentacles back to their source—the entity wearing that snow-white, celestial dress is no holy fairy maiden, but a shifting grotesque mass of filthy flesh.…“You can see?”“Don't be afraid, Fairy. I'm blind.”