My name is Vivian, and I was born in a little-known kingdom in the Lorenzi hemisphere.

Because it is relatively close to the Capital of Eternal Life of the Seventh Kingdom, although it is an independent kingdom, the country has always been cared for by the Capital of Kingdom, so the residents of the kingdom are more accepting of undead magic and undead creatures.

My hometown is located in a prosperous city in the north of the kingdom. My father, as the city's governor, has the responsibility of guarding the entrance to the courtyard near the city.

Perhaps because of the inheritance of necromancy in my family, I awakened my psychic talent when I was born. Although I was born in a family of necromancers, my parents were very gentle in educating me when I was young.

It wasn't until I was six years old that I met a lich, who showed me many undead creatures under his control.

He wanted to teach me magical knowledge, but my parents were initially opposed to this. After all, no matter how much they accepted undead creatures, no one would like their six-year-old daughter to be hanging out with an unknown lich.

And when the lich showed my parents a ferocious corpse made from the evil demons of hell and condensed the Spear of Gangplank in his hand, he became my teacher.

He would tell me in detail about the knowledge of necromancy. Because there was always a lich following me, I didn't have any friends who were willing to play with me at that time.

Since I didn’t have any friends of my age, I became interested in constructing the undead. They were like dolls and would play with me with the teacher’s permission.

Everything was normal. Even with a lich teacher, everything was still normal in this area not far from the City of Immortality.

If I can continue like this, perhaps one day I will become a qualified necromancer, and I will go to the land of immortality, kneel before the throne of bones, and swear my loyalty.

But disaster struck, the demonic tide rushed out of the courtyard entrance, and countless monsters broke into our city.

Blood accompanied by thunder, roar echoed resistance.

People prayed for help, but the kingdom's reinforcements did not arrive, the Crowned Shadows under the Seventh did not respond, and the patrol fleet did not pay much attention to this area blessed by the king.

Death spread across the city.

I finally realized the ruthlessness of the undead.

I prayed, I kept begging the teacher to save my family, and to save the humans who were being abused by monsters.

I know he is very powerful. He can fool the corpses of hell demons, he has tamed countless strengthened ghosts, and he can cast forbidden spells independently.

But my prayers were not answered. He only protected me from being harmed by monsters and urged me to create my own constructed undead.

He ignored the monsters being killed and the deaths that kept happening in front of me. In the eyes of the monsters, I seemed to have become the lich's prey.

The monster treated him as one of his own kind and ignored the human girl who had become his plaything.

Amidst countless cries and pools of blood, I used my trembling hands to complete the first constructed undead in my life.

I gained a strange ability called Corpse Demon Space, and also discovered that my soul had extraordinary recovery abilities.

But what’s the point of all this?
Their homes were destroyed, their parents died tragically, and when the reinforcements finally arrived, they were destroying the monsters while also cleaning up the human corpses that were mixed with the monster corpses throughout the city.

"Well done." In the city that has turned into ruins, stepping on the muddy blood plasma, this is the teacher's evaluation of me. He is evaluating my constructed undead, a skeleton that has no meaning at all.

The dead are heartless, twisted, and deformed.

But after realizing this, I suddenly realized: Why should he be my teacher?

How could a heartless lich take the initiative to teach a human girl magic?
I put away my sadness and ignored my disappointment in him. There was something wrong with this lich. He was not the kind of lich who used reason to control his 'human' thinking. I chose to escape from him.

Escape, escape again and again. On the way of escape, I met many people. I met bad people and I also met companions.

But the lich can always find my trace and appear in front of me again and again.

And those companions, whether they were the ones I thought of as my companions or the ones who claimed to regard me as their companions, whenever they faced the lich, they all chose to abandon me.

I don't hate the lich, he never really hurt me, he didn't even hurt anyone related to me. So I could only choose to escape again and again, stay away from the lich.

He seemed to enjoy this game of escaping and being caught again and again. As long as he could confirm my growth every time we met, he would not punish me.

He was like a fruit farmer waiting for the fruit to ripen, but I had no idea what his standard of ripeness was.

I had a premonition, a premonition that he was about to eat my body, and as time went by, that premonition became more and more real.

I tried to escape from him again and again, leaving the Western Hemisphere, wandering around the countries, until I entered the Magic Empire, and it seemed that I had finally gotten rid of the entanglement of the lich.

I hid in a courtyard of the undead, and when I was facing crisis again, I met a man named Mu Hua.

A man with a pretty bad character, but he saved me.

I was unlucky. In an area that should have been dominated by low- and medium-level monsters, I encountered a high-level monster that could dominate the area.

This man seemed to be more unlucky than me. In an area that should have been dominated by low- and middle-level monsters, he was actually visited by a dragon that was suspected to be at the level of a demon general.

However, this man actually killed the dragon! Although he used some strange means and was in a very dangerous and embarrassing situation, he really killed a dragon.

He asked me to follow him, and I didn't refuse, not because he killed the dragon, but because he didn't give up on me in front of the dragon.

I hate the feeling of being abandoned. Without the entanglement of the lich, it should be pretty good to follow this man.

He has learned the breath of death, he controls the headless knight, this man named Mu Hua has great potential. If we stay with him, maybe we won’t have to run away when we meet the lich again one day. Maybe we can kill him in return?

Well, to hell with that so-called teacher. I didn’t hate that lich before because I shouldn’t have hated him, and it was useless to hate him.

But after so many years of entanglement and mental torture, if I could kill the other person, I would definitely not show mercy.

I'm not some little girl in a fairy tale, I'm a necromancer who grows by torturing my own soul!
I followed Mu Hua, but that bastard actually dumped me on his cousin.

A little girl who wants to form an adventure team.

Tabitha, a girl who thinks she is smart but always spends money recklessly.

A girl with a cheerful personality, caring for her friends, but who also wants to show off her authority as a group leader from time to time.

I became friends with her. What the hell, this girl keeps saying that she wants to be a war priest, but instead of worshiping the gods and praying properly, she comprehended the breath of death. What does this girl mean?
I found that being around Mu Hua seemed to increase the chances of comprehending the breath of death? Not only Taibetha, his hellhound and banshee also comprehended the breath of death.

Well, I have one more reason to hang out with them.

At this moment, Tabitha seemed to be in trouble, because a woman in front of her who looked like a bitch seemed to be teasing her with flirtatious words.

"Hey, Bertha, you've been talking about forming an adventuring group, how's that going?"

“Hehe, these living puppets are not your team members, right? Oh, and there is also a fat guy who manages the hotel.”

"Wow, a demon, are you Tabitha's follower? Hello, you can call me Ivy, welcome to become a member of Benson."

The woman named Ivy bypassed the necromancer who was confronting Deman and came to Tabitha. She stepped forward and wanted to hold Barbara's hand, but Barbara stepped back to avoid her.

Opposite the group, the necromancer took a few steps back when he saw the people traveling with Ivy approaching, and suddenly threw a disc in front of him.

A palm-sized disc fell to the ground, and a magic circle unfolded with the disc as the center. Then, a pale bone claw stretched out from the magic circle, like a ghost trying to crawl out of the cave.

"Constructed Undead, you guy, are you crazy?" Deman shouted in shock.

In the gap between the constructions, the disc is a space prop for storing the constructed undead. (End of this chapter)