After finishing reading, he had mixed feelings. From what he read, he could gradually understand this world... no, these thousands of worlds. And sealed memories were slowly opening up, but only on this topic. And there was zero benefit from them. The opened memories didn't provide anything new, and even added more questions.

From what he read, he understood that there were two factions: as everyone knows, gods and demons. They have been at war for centuries. Nobody knows when or how it started. And the centuries-long war has exhausted both armies. Gods and demons began recruiting other races.

But many of them, of course, chose the gods. Because of this, demons came up with the idea of creating undead slaves who would obey forever.

For this, they recruited necromancers and began their experiments. At that time, a necromancer was a person who could not defend himself. And their work was mostly about talking to the dead and fulfilling their unfinished business. And all of them had something in common with shamans. Shamans talked to spirits and necromancers talked to dead people.

After finishing reading, he felt mixed emotions. From what he read, he could gradually understand this world... no, these thousands of worlds. And those sealed memories were slowly revealed, but only when it came to this topic. And there was zero benefit from them. The open memories did not provide anything new, but rather added more questions.

From what he read, he understood that there were two factions: as everyone knows, the gods and the demons. They have been warring for centuries. Nobody knows when or how it started. And so, the centuries-old war exhausted both armies. The gods and demons began to recruit other races.

But many of them, of course, chose the gods. Because of this, the demons came up with the idea of creating undead slaves who would obey forever.

To do this, they recruited necromancers and began their experiments. At that time, a necromancer was a person who could not defend themselves. And their work, for the most part, was to talk to the dead and fulfill their unfinished business. And they all, so to speak, had something in common with shamans. Shamans talked to spirits, while necromancers talked to dead people.

And these demons decided to use this for their plans. They forced necromancers to subjugate innocent souls and bind their souls to corpses. The first years of their experiments yielded nothing but a second generation of necromancers who were perverted by the ideas of the demons.

No one knew how much time they spent on this. At first, everything was difficult, but at one moment, everything went smoothly. They were able to create different types of undead, completely changing the class of necromancers from kind old men who helped restless souls to wicked and cunning necromancers who thirsted for knowledge.

It was even said that the God of Death was responsible for all their successes, as he taught them how to use necro-energy.

The demons created different types of undead in droves, but they would never have thought that the most intelligent of them would rebel, along with their kin.

Thus, a newborn race was born, which from the very beginning was born... and resurrected in droves, and then it became clear that they had become sworn enemies. And the necromancers became harbingers of death, leaving corpses wherever they went. And the settlements were full of undead or completely empty. After all, why waste valuable material?

Analyzing what he learned from the book, he did not notice that the line on the first page had changed. And it already said, "Value life while it still owns you."

After a few seconds, the writing on the book changed once again, this time it read, "To become a true necromancer, one must fill their body with the energy of death."

At the same time, while he sat in thought, the black man suddenly felt an earthquake.

"What? An earthquake? Since I arrived in this world, there hasn't been any rain, night or anything else. And now there's an earth... It's not an earthquake. There's some kind of battle going on," he said, feeling very interested and excited. He wanted to quickly see who was responsible, but he quickly calmed down when he remembered he was in a forest made of stone trees. And that everyone wanted to kill him, except for the rat of course.

"It's too dangerous. I better stay here and not take any risks," he thought, looking at the book and feeling mixed emotions. But he quickly dismissed all his thoughts. So what if he almost died because of this book? Now it could be his ticket to salvation. And he could fulfill his long-standing dream.

Suddenly everything fell silent. After a few seconds of silence, a loud...umm how to say it, 'meow-meow' or 'mew-mew' sound was heard. In short, the rat cried out.

There was digging at the entrance. "Digging?" he thought. "Wait, they want to create a passage." Quickly grabbing the spear he had restored when he was deep in thought, along with everything else, he looked at the remaining book. At the moment, it was the most valuable thing he had. It contained the information he needed and he didn't want to lose it. Taking the book in his hands, he began to stroke it. The book seemed to enjoy it, but in the next moment, it opened to the cover, teeth grew, and the book bit his left black hand. A tattoo in the shape of a book appeared where the bite had been, which lit up, after which the book with teeth disappeared.

All of this happened in a matter of seconds. He didn't even have time to say "Oh, shit." And what could he do in such an unexpected situation? Looking at his left hand, he saw that a book was drawn on his skin in a triangle, which was now gray. But when he chose his next path, it would light up very weakly.

"Where do I know all this from? Damn, they're sending information into my soul again," he thought, watching as the light broke through. "When there's time, I'll figure something out, but for now, it's best to take care of the book and keep it in a safe place."

From the newly formed hole, a black rat's head emerged. It looked at him for a split second before entering and running towards him. From up close, he realized that the rat was about the size of a cat, not the largest but rather medium-sized.

He was already preparing to strike with his spear when she bounced off the wall halfway. "Damn," he quietly cursed. "If I can't attack from a distance, then I'll strike when you're near."

He checked what he could hit when he was close. As he confirmed that he could hit, the rat was already at his feet. Without hesitation, he struck and barely managed to pierce its belly. After three seconds of struggling, she died. And as usual, a small cloud of smoke entered him. But this time, something came out of it slowly. It was strange, but the substance had three colors, with blue predominating.

The tattoo on his left arm began to burn him. And it sent him a direct command on how to collect this energy, but it also threatened him to gather the clump of blue-green and almost imperceptible purple.

Directing his left arm towards the energy, he ordered it... Well, it's definitely mocking me... To gather.

It all happened in a split second, and at the same time, the hole became big enough. "Holy Shit."