The Black Necromancer

Leon frowned as he scanned through his status page. With all the things that had been happening lately, he did not have the time to spare any attention to his status page. He knew his levels had climbed up somewhat thanks to notifications, but he had never checked the precise level and stats.

[Status]

Name: Leon Cromwell

Race: Royal Obsidian Skeleton

Level: 72

Health Points: 55000

Mana(Core): 29600(+15200)

<Strength: 375> (+75)

<Agility: 360>

<Durability: 525>

<Intelligence: 510> (+51)

<Dexterity: 320> (+64)

Skills:

<Intermediate Weapon Mastery level 62>, <Spell Weaver level 95>, <Intermediate Fire Magic level 81>, <Apprentice Weapon Enhancement level 78>, <Intermediate Curse Eyes level 40>, <Adaptable Body level 57>, <Intermediate Water Magic level 67>, <Intermediate Wind Magic level 77>, <Intermediate Earth Magic level 45>, <Intermediate Dark Magic level 82>, <Intermediate Gravity Magic level 93>

Supreme Skills:

<Abyss Of The Undead>

Titles:

<Slayer of Ghosts>

<God's Disciple (Michael's Blessing)>

<Supreme>

Title Perks:

<Slayer of Ghosts>: You have stood tall against adversities, both living, dead, and those in between! This title is your reward!

+10% Intelligence.

<God's Disciple (Michael's Blessing)>: You can now carry out the will of your God!

+20% Dexterity, +20% Strength.

<Supreme>: When fighting, one of your stats will randomly increase manifold!

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Leon was taken aback by the sheer numbers that his status page displayed. He had grown so much over this evolution that he had gained basically double of the stats that he had gotten all through his rise from a weak Obsidian Skeleton Soldier to an Obsidian Skeleton Royal.

"Nedra, come here. Let me take a look at your status page." He called out to Nedra who was sitting by the window of his chambers. She quickly came over like an obedient Spirit Companion and sat by his side.

[Summoning Appraisal]

Name: Nedra

Race: High Undead Millipede Queen

Level: 63

Health Points: 39800

Mana: 15200

<Strength: 390>

<Agility: 300>

<Durability: 375>

<Intelligence: 320> (+32)

<Dexterity: 315>

Skills:

<Berserk Charge level 98>, <Intermediate Wind Magic level 22>, <Intermediate Water Magic level 7>, <Intermediate Earth Magic level 55>, <Suppression level 51>, <Apprentice Fancy Feet level 13>

Supreme Skills:

<Mind Of Fury(Raging Mind)>, <Mother's Connection(Hive Mind)>

(A/N: The words in brackets are the former versions of the skills.)

Titles:

<Mother of Ghosts>

<Supreme>

Title Perks:

<Mother of Ghosts>: As the first Queen of the Ghost Millipedes, you have watched over their emergence into the world. This Title is your reward!

+10% Intelligence.

<Supreme>: When fighting, one of your stats will randomly increase manifold!

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Leon nodded when he saw what Nedra's stats looked like. Just like himself, she had been busy, and had grown a lot from their initial starting point.

"Fancy feet?" He asked and took a look at the white haired girl that was twiddling her thumbs with a pout.

"It makes my footwork fancier." She said with a little voice.

"Fine, then." Leon sighed. He had nothing else to say on it. And truly, he found it to seem useful, considering her massive bulk when she took on her true, unrestrained form. "I wonder what the stats of the others look like." Leon hummed and did some quick thinking.

From what he could see, the racial bonuses, such as the amount of health and mana that he gained with each level, remained the same as it was after he had gotten to B rank. It would probably remain the same until he underwent another Race Advancement. That way, the racial bonuses would be reset and made even better.

'Right now, I have the base strength of roughly Mid A rank. If I undergo another Race Advancement, then how much stronger will I become? Perhaps I might even be taken straight to Peak A rank!'

"Don't get too excited. That level of strength comes with responsibilities." Just then, Michael's voice echoed behind Leon as the God appeared.

"Oh, Michael! What brings you here?" Leon stood up to face Michael.

The gunmetal haired God narrowed his eyes at Leon. "If it were any other mortal who referred to me so casually, their soul would have already been obliterated." He snorted and rolled his eyes. "I have a job for you."

"A job? In the middle of the war?" Leon was taken aback.

"Yes. They do not necessarily need your presence." Michael nodded. "This time, the dungeon you will raid is located in the Demon Continent."

"The Demon Continent?! But how do you expect me to go there when powerhouses from there are hunting for me?!" Leon exclaimed. He truly did not expect Michael to intentionally send him to the lion's den. He had barely escaped the last time he had been taken there by Garrix. Speaking of the Undead, Leon had yet to utilize his soul for anything, as he was not in the condition to do so at that time.

"Don't worry. I will teleport you right into the dungeon. It is up to you to conquer it and return with the core and the boss monster. Don't forget that you get to keep the core. That should be enough to compensate you this time." Michael grinned wolfishly.

"Fine, you got me. I'll do it." Leon sighed. If he had eyes, he would roll them dramatically right now.

Right now, Leon was unbelievably rich, however, there was no way he would ever let go of the opportunity to become even richer than he was. If he was to count the number of gold coins he had in his spatial ring and the treasury of the Abyss Dungeon, then it would take an insane amount of time, even with his prodigal mental ability. Those were just the gold coins. There were countless times more silver and bronze coins, as well as other valuable materials and resources.

Even with all those riches that could compare to that of entire kingdoms and empires, Leon did not think that more was bad. In fact, the more he had, the more stable his future empire that would be founded in the Desolate Lands would be at the beginning.