The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: i will kill you
Jack didn’t answer immediately. A familiar glow lit up the space before him as his system screen flickered to life.

[WARNING: Soul essence has been used up!]

[Host requires more soul essence.]

[Host has grown weak due to depletion of soul essence.]

The words blurred as his vision dimmed. Jack’s knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the black sands, his body trembling under an invisible weight.

‘Damn it!’ Jack’s mind screamed as he clawed at the ground for support. ‘Why now? Why does this stupid system always fail me when I need it most?’

Alisha stood unmoved, her celestial spear shimmering faintly as it hovered by her side. She stared down at Jack with disdain, her piercing gaze cold and unrelenting.

‘Pathetic,’ she thought, her lips curving into the faintest sneer. ‘This weakness will only make it easier for me.’

“Speak!” Alisha commanded, her voice echoing with the authority of a saint. The celestial spear inched closer, its radiance casting long shadows across Jack’s slumped form.

Jack tilted his head up, the weight of her gaze pressing against him. Despite his precarious state, a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “If you kill me now, you’ll never learn how horrible your future is destined to be. Such a pity that you and Asriel ended up in the worst possible way.”

Alisha’s brows furrowed at his words. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, her tone sharp. “Aren’t you Asriel?”

Jack chuckled darkly, though his body sagged from exhaustion. “Oh, I’m wearing his face, sure. But don’t confuse me with that idiot. The gods forbid I’d ever stoop that low.”

Her eyes narrowed as realization dawned. ‘He’s not Asriel… but if that’s true, then does that mean the soul of the Lord of Death has already awakened within him?’

“What do you mean by ‘the worst possible way’? What are you hiding?” she pressed, suspicion flashing in her eyes.

Jack took a slow, measured breath, relishing the moment despite the pain wracking his body. “You and this fool—your fates are intertwined. You’re destined to clash as enemies… until the day you both become enemies to the entire world. But if it’s any comfort, you won’t have to worry about that for long. You’ll be the first to die.”

Alisha’s grip on the celestial spear tightened, her knuckles whitening. “You…” The spear jerked forward, the air hissing as its light grew more intense.

Jack remained calm, his expression unreadable. “Kill me, and you’ll never know how—or when—it happens. Isn’t that worse than death itself?”

His words, spoken with unnerving composure, gave her pause. The spear halted just short of his chest, its glow illuminating Jack’s smirking face.

“And why should I believe you?” Alisha questioned, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Saint Ivan warned us about demons like you. What if all of this is a lie?”

Jack leaned back slightly, his smirk widening despite his trembling body. “If it were a lie, would you risk death just to hear it? Or do you think you’ll escape unscathed from this place, with or without me?”

Her silence spoke volumes.

“But if you doubt me, there’s a way to find out for yourself,” Jack continued, his voice steadying. “The Chapters of Time.”

Alisha’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of the fabled artifact. She whispered, “The book that holds all fates and destinies…”

Jack nodded, his expression turning somber. “It’s real, and it’s here—in these lands. Somewhere in this vast abyss, in one of the ten sections, lies the truth you seek. But I’ll tell you now: it won’t come easily. Even finding it could cost you everything.”

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Alisha’s mind raced as she considered the possibility. The Chapters of Time were a divine artifact, said to reveal all truths and untangle even the most enigmatic fates. To possess such knowledge could mean salvation—or ruin.

Her gaze snapped back to Jack, studying his face for any sign of deceit. What she found instead was a maddening calmness, a confidence that set her on edge.

“And why would you help me find it?” she asked sharply. “What’s your angle?”

Jack laughed softly, the sound hollow. “My angle? Let’s just say I have no intention of dying in this wretched place. And besides, your survival benefits me too—for now.”

Alisha clenched her fists, torn between trust and caution. “Fine,” she said at last. “Tell me everything you know. If your words hold truth, I’ll reconsider killing you.”

“And if they don’t?” Jack quipped, his grin returning.

Her celestial spear pulsed menacingly, its light casting harsh shadows across the black sands. “Then I’ll kill you where you stand and deal with the consequences later.”

Jack’s smirk didn’t falter. “Fair enough. But you might want to think twice before threatening me, Saint. Look around you. This isn’t your hallowed sanctuary. The demons lurking here would love nothing more than to tear apart a pure soul like yours.”

Alisha stiffened, her eyes darting to the desolate landscape. The endless black sands stretched into the horizon, framed by jagged cliffs and an ominous, cloud-choked sky. The only light came from a massive blue pearl hanging in the heavens, its eerie glow painting the world in cold hues.

‘He’s right,’ she thought reluctantly. ‘I’m a foreigner here, surrounded by enemies. My powers will only draw more attention.’

With a frustrated sigh, she dismissed the celestial spear. Its radiant form shattered into fragments of light, falling to the ground like dying stars. Her golden crown faded as well, leaving her in her true form—still formidable, but less conspicuous.

“Very well,” she said, her voice firm. “We’ll search for the Chapters of Time together. But if I find out you’re lying…”

Jack raised a hand, cutting her off with a wry grin. “Yeah, yeah. Death, doom, and destruction. I get it.” He pushed himself unsteadily to his feet, brushing sand from his tattered clothes. “Now, let’s move. Time’s not on our side.”

As they set off into the abyss, Jack’s mind churned with possibilities. This place was more than just a cursed wasteland—it was the backdrop of Asriel’s greatest trials, the crucible where the weak perished and the strong rose to unimaginable power.

‘Everything I need is here,’ Jack thought, his excitement barely contained. ‘Treasures, weapons, knowledge… If I play this right, I can rewrite the story entirely.’

Alisha stole a glance at him as they walked. Despite his earlier desperation, there was an unshakable confidence in his stride now, a glimmer of something she couldn’t quite place.

‘He’s hiding more than he’s saying,’ she thought, her grip tightening on her remaining weapon. ‘But for now, I’ll play along. This might be my only chance.’

The two figures disappeared into the shadowy expanse, their uneasy alliance bound by fragile trust and mutual necessity. Above them, the blue pearl flickered ominously, as though watching their every step.

This journey would change everything—and they both knew it.