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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 399 - The Competition Unfolds Quietly (Teaser)
The platforms resembled dungeons, each held a single individual before three identical tablets.
Regardless of class, everyone faced the same three tablets and skills.
For Swordsmen, the learning process was straightforward. Mages, however, struggled.
Some found their vision obscured by mist, unable to decipher the inscriptions.
This mist stemmed from the creatures they had slain—whether by accident or intent, the consequences were the same.
Those who had killed fewer creatures faced only a thin mist, while those who had slaughtered many found themselves engulfed in an impenetrable mist, rendering the tablets unreadable.
Only now did they understand the warnings of their elders. But regret had no remedy.
One individual, having killed the most, was shrouded in a unique aura.
As he stepped onto a suspension bridge, the mist swirled around him, the unique aura merging with the mist.
A sudden gust howled through the air—then, without warning, the bridge collapsed. His scream echoed briefly before he vanished without a trace.
On the platfor
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