These dots began to move in different directions until they noticed the man... but no, that was a mistake - to call him a man. He was a black corpse with a faint grayish tint, and it was more accurate to call him that. The skull continued to inspect him, as if not noticing that he was still alive.

From his eyes, which served as his only senses, it was clear that he was in a stupor. He was not an animal nor a corpse. No, he was not a walking corpse nor a fully functioning living organism. If there had been any mana within him, he would have been almost alive, but practically there was almost none. The few energies that were present were not being utilized at all. They were there just for show.

Even for a skull, he was unusual. And even a little appetizing. The points in his eyes increased, and he began to see what was hidden inside. As expected, there was hardly any mana within him, but there were not so few spiritual energies. For him, this was contempt for such a small amount of energy. But the skull was not an ordinary individual, and these were difficult times. Hmm... spiritual energy was gradually being consumed to heal the corpse. But what about his soul? It... it was pure.

No, not in the sense that it was sinless and embodied goodness and justice. But in the sense that it did not touch the dirt of this world. This purity tempted the skull to desire sleep.

The skull began to burn with blue flames. At the same time, the black body slowly began to rise, then approached the skull. At the same time, the skull, opening its mouth, released black smoke, which began to envelop the non-human.

At the same time, if the skull had a face, a terrifying smile of a madman who had hungered for centuries would be visible.

The points that served as his eyes decreased and then disappeared altogether. It seemed as though he had closed his eyes. But the fire that enveloped him did not disappear.

At the same time, a white rat emerged and began to move around the area, stopping at each hole for a few minutes and making a strange sound. Then it moved to the next hole. From the holes where the rat was, rats of different kinds and sizes began to crawl out, many of which were injured, without legs or heads, but all followed the white rat.

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Song start: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VagES3pxttQ

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Opening his eyes, the main character saw the night sky and a faintly glowing moon. Getting up, he did not see the small burrow. In its place was a graveyard full of graves.

Stunned, he couldn't understand how he got here. He began to replay his memories with his index finger, of what he was doing before he ended up here.

"I was in the burrow...found a book...started looking for the key to the book... But why can't I hear my voice?"

"Oh...what song is this? It seems familiar. But more importantly, why can't I make any sound?"

Only now did he realize that he couldn't make any sound, and against this background, the graveyard sang some kind of melody.

Not knowing what to do, he approached the nearest grave and began to look at the board next to it. Unintelligible letters were written on the board. But intuitively he understood what was written there.

King Eric Mariton. Year -

Reaching for the board, he suddenly fell into a stupor. In the next second, he woke up in a castle, where he saw the king lying on the throne. His lips were blue from blood, and his eyes were cold and glassy, yet still moving.

Next to him was a girl, naked, with a heart in her hand. Her skin had a faint bluish tint, and an icy coldness surrounded her.

"Blah...Blah, Blah?" the king began to speak something in Isakai, but I didn't understand the language he spoke. He said something in an unknown language to me, but I could understand the country. He said, "Daughter... Why?" and died.

Meanwhile, the hand holding the heart rose to the succulent lips. How do I know? She just turned to me, and then the girl ate her father's heart. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she suddenly rushed towards me, expressing clear hatred. But before she reached me, everything around me turned to dust.

He woke up next to a familiar board. He was surprised, scared, but at the same time excited. Yes, he was afraid of dying, and he was afraid now too. But he...how to put it? Liked it. Not only did he see a naked and sexy princess, but also this, of course. But if he was right, she was undead. No, not a zombie infected with some virus, but revived through magic. Very familiar magic...NECROMANCY. How he would have been happy if he had a chance to learn these dark arts. He would even be happy if the book he found in the den was about necromancy. After all, the cover hinted at it... Or maybe even the skull came to life?

***

At the same time, as the skull prepared for its next moves, it sneezed. But it was just a delusion. He imagined it. Even he himself thought so.

***

Having calmed down, he began to think calmly and rationally again. However, the melody did not stop.

He saw another grave next to the king's grave and a board next to it. Approaching the board, he began to read: "Ana Rong *****-*****. A..." - he read silently. Not because he wanted to, but because there were no other sounds in this world except for this song.

Touching the board, he finally came to his senses. The sky was a clear blue, like he hadn't seen in a long time. He started to remember, but quickly got distracted by screams. A child was screaming hellishly.

Turning to the source of the sound, he saw a woman, 30-40 years old, eating her 6-year-old daughter, who was still alive. Again, unfamiliar words. But, like before, he understood their meaning.

The daughter screamed again in Japanese, luckily he understood everything: "It hurts, mom... please stop, it hurts." In the next moment, she died of pain. Or perhaps because she was eaten alive?

The mother got up, her mouth full of meat, blood, and saliva. She looked at him, continuing to chew the meat in her mouth.

And, like before, she attacked him, and everything around turned to ash. This time it was terrible - to eat one's own child alive - it was terrible. If he had seen this when he was alive on earth, he would have been sick. But now it only gave him goosebumps. Nothing more.

Looking at the board, he continued on. He didn't even know what to do next. For him, this was no longer a game. For the first time, he saw the daughter kill her father.

But it wasn't something terrible. After all, she was already dead. The idea that he could find something valuable, like the first steps to becoming a necromancer, crossed his mind.

But now, after seeing his mother torture her daughter, he didn't know what to say. He was now afraid not of death, but of what he might see.

Struggling with himself, he went on to the next tomb. He decided to continue. Was he trapped in this world or was he hypnotized and all of this was unreal? But he had to hurry to avoid losing his senses. Besides, this music was making him wary.

Looking at the board, he saw the same thing that was written there last Monday.

"Victor Tarofon *****-*****"

At the same time, in the previous tombs where he had been before, if you looked closely, you could see the earth moving.

Touching the board, he woke up in a huge bedroom. A naked man sat on the bed with a woman between his legs.

"Blah... Blah," "Yes... like that." Well, it was obvious they were having fun. But in the next moment, a scream was heard.

The woman bit off and tore off his manhood with her mouth. Where she bit, blood started to flow. Swallowing, she turned to him.

And like before, after a few seconds, she ran towards him and then everything turned to ashes. Waking up next to the board, he began to approach each one of them.

He saw someone's death every time. But with every touched board, the grave nearby began to move. So he watched the deaths of more than a hundred people for over half an hour. Approaching the next board, he saw only emptiness. There wasn't even a grave, just a hole, as if someone was preparing to bury someone.

At the same time, something wet fell on his head. Touching the spot, he felt that it wasn't water but something sticky and somewhat familiar. Looking at his hand, he saw that it was red. Putting his finger in his mouth, he tasted blood, but it was as if it had gone bad. In the next moment, it began raining blood. The sky was red, and the moon seemed crimson, like an eye in blood.

His instinct awakened, making him scream in danger. Turning around, he saw a hand coming out of the first grave he was in. It was a woman's hand, and her fingers and nails were black.

The same thing started happening with the other graves. After the first hand, the second came out, and then the head and body.

The first dead person. And he was definitely dead. Because he came out of the grave. And yes, it was the girl, the first sexy princess. But now she was in a very expensive black dress. She looked at him first with interest, then with greed. After her came the same mother, also in an expensive black dress. And behind her, a zombie who loves to suck and then eat the brains of men.

And behind them came everyone else. The women were dressed in expensive black dresses, and the men - some in suits, some in magician's robes, but all were in black. And only now did he remember the name of the music - "Sociopath."

***

The skull that was meditating opened its eyes. Two bright dots emerged from them. It looked at the face of the creature. Opening its mouth, dark tentacles tinged with blue began to enter all the orifices - mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. But nothing entered its behind.