Once upon a time.

When space necromancy didn't exist yet.

The young Tarasin was only a student at the highest school of the Nehilak dynasty, and he also served as the librarian.

In the culture of the fear of death, there is no such thing as being young and middle-aged, which means being healthy and strong.

And the body of the feared has always been weak, and it is often accompanied by pain.

Not only because of their short lifespan, they have poor physical fitness and low strength, but they are also more susceptible to the erosion of diseases and have difficulty recovering from trauma.

Premature death, sudden death, disability, chronic diseases and various malignant tumors.

The life of every person who fears death is destined to be a life full of suffering, and health and vitality are as short as dreams for them.

So Tarazin loves things from the past.

He felt that culture could be eternal.

Unlike their temporary and painful lives, the art and truth they create can be immortalized.

This is the right way for the fear of death to give meaning to their lives.

He takes care of the projected books and dynamic archives, often flipping through their contents, so that he can place himself in the scenes of the books and soar through the long river of history, as if his life has been extended.

However, not everyone respects history and culture as much as he does, and there are some discordant scenes in the library - such as a greasy and crooked idiot couple who have always refused to have a showdown.

Those were two students from other dynasties, Orikan, a trainee stargazer, and Visanna, a junior dataman.

A man and a woman whispered at the table about "big data predicting the future development of society", looking very enthusiastic and happy.

"Hello, Master Orikan!"

Tarasin came to his nemesis and spoke in a strange voice.

"Hello, my faithful Tarasin, the title of Master is a little too early for me now, although with my genius and hard work, it has become a sure thing."

Orican has never had a good impression of Taracin.

The two of them: one is always obsessed with the past, the other prefers to look to the future, and often quarrels because of disagreements.

But in front of Visanna, Orican didn't want to embarrass the scene too much.

"So it's Orikan too early." Tarasin smiled and said, "If you want to use your ability to predict the future, such as testing someone's peach blossom luck, please go somewhere else, the library is a holy place to seek knowledge, don't defile it." ”

"What? No, damn Tarasin!" Orican panicked and pulled his old enemy aside, "What are you talking nonsense?" ”

"I'm already very tactful, you bastard, this is not the place for courtship!" Tarasin retorted.

As he spoke, Tarasin beckoned to Visanna in the distance, as if he were talking to Orrican about something serious.

The girl responded to him with a gentle smile.

After all, this is a grudge between him and his sworn enemy, and unrelated people should not be involved.

"I'm just a competitor with her, and as a genius, I'm getting to know her, and then surpassing her, and it's not as unbearable as you say." Orican hurriedly explained.

"Come on, everyone knows about your relationship." Tarasin waved his hand, "If there is one life lesson I have learned from my role as a librarian, it is that as a person who fears death, if you want to do something, do it immediately, otherwise good things will be missed forever due to various accidents." ”

"But the relationship between the two of us is really not like that, don't spread rumors about us!"

"Do you have some hidden disease? Orikan, do you want me to help you find a reliable doctor? Rest assured, I will never let her know, after all, it is detrimental to your dignity as a male. ”

"Tarasin!" Orecon exasperated, "What a bastard. Soak in the pile of relics that represent the past every day, and make you look like a rotten weirdo! ”

As an old rival, Orican clearly knows how to easily upset Tarasin.

"These things that I care for are knowledge and culture, the whole of our civilization of the Fear of the Dead, how dare you describe all this, damned Orecan, I apologize to the ancestors who created these great things!"

Sure enough, the young administrator was immediately angry like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"Don't even think about it, Tarasin, looking to the future is what the Death Fears should do, and it's because of the existence of people like you that we focus too much on building graves, and the Death Fears will never be able to make real progress!" Orican accused, as if he were a big man who scolded Fang Xuan.

"I don't want to continue arguing with you about your stupid ideas, get out of here now!" Tarasin said directly.

"Because you know I'm right, and as a member of the Academy, I have the legal right to use this library!"

"As the administrator here, I say no is nothing!"

"You are so mean, Tarasin, arrogant and rude!"

"Then it depends on whom, for you Orican, I do!"

The two of them quarreled like this, and then fought with each other.

However, because they were not samurai, they got entangled with each other in fights, scratched their hair, grabbed their clothes, and the battles were very ugly.

In the end, it was Visanna who separated them.

And Tarasin and Orican were also criticized and punished by the academy for this fight, and they were written into their personal files.

Despite this, that time was the most precious treasure of Tarasin's life.

He is carefree, enjoying the moment, and even has an opponent of equal strength to compete with, and life is very satisfying.

Later, as he got older and held higher positions, Tarasin felt that life had lost its original purity.

Because this universe harbors deep malice towards their race.

Why can other races rely on advanced technology to make up for their own shortcomings, but they can't?

Why can't they escape this cursed fate, no matter how hard they try?

They had asked the Immortals for answers, but they said they couldn't do anything about it.

How is this possible.

The Immortals have mythical strength and eternally young, healthy bodies, and shaping life is their specialty.

The reason why they give desperate answers must be that they do not want the fear of death to know the secret of eternal life, and they are afraid of the infinite possibilities of the fear of death.

Since they are unwilling to share, then the fearful can only snatch it by force.

So under the leadership of the Silent King, the first phase of the Battle for Heaven officially began.

Even if it wasn't a just war, they fought bravely for the future of the entire race.

However, the enemy's strength was too much stronger than theirs, how could a group of short-lived ghosts possibly compete with an immortal existence?

They were eventually driven back to their home planet, isolated, and continued to endure the radiation of the poisonous sun, as if they were in captivity.

The race of the Dreaded Dead is about to die.

If there's one thing that makes the Dreadless Ones stand out over other intelligent races, it's the resilience they have honed through their suffering.

At this moment of peril, the desperate Fear of Death discovered the Star God.

The ancient beings possessed great power, as if they were the embodiment of the laws of physics itself.

They have promised immortality to the Death-Dread, and will lead them to defeat the Immortals and replace them as the true overlords of the galaxy.

At the time, Tarasin and Orekon, two people representing the past and future of the race, respectively, expressed strong opposition to the ritual of transformation.

But even so, the Silent King, as the leader, accepted the Stargod's offer and forced all Dreadless citizens to participate.

One by one, they were pushed into the machine factory, the bio-furnace roared, and the stars opened their mouths to enjoy the feast.

When the results of the mechanical ascension appeared before the eyes of the people who had lost consciousness and turned into puppets, the rulers realized how wrong they had been.

The Fear of the Dead has been wiped out, and powerful space necrons have been created.

They were able to defeat the Immortals, and later backstabbed the Star God to complete their revenge and become the winners of the Battle of Heaven.

The victory belongs to them, but is it all worth it?

Becoming a necromancer will have unlimited time to reminisce, collect artifacts, document events, and spend time with his favorite exhibits.

It's just that because of the transformation ritual, he has forgotten what he was like at the beginning.

(End of chapter)