Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Blackstone Town Hall.

"Wu Heng?"

Behind the desk covered with documents, the stern-faced middle-aged woman glanced at the documents and then at the young man opposite.

Wu Heng nodded, "Yes!"

"Professional necromancer?" The woman's brows were slightly furrowed and her eyes were full of doubts. She didn't wait for the other party's answer and continued: "Although the kingdom allows the existence of necromancers, no city will welcome a necromancer. Show up in town.”

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked here, their eyes full of weirdness and curiosity.

I don't seem to understand why anyone would choose the profession of Necromancer during this period.

Wu Heng still said: "Thank you 'Ms. Moira' for the reminder. I will abide by the laws and order of the kingdom and Blackstone Town."

The middle-aged woman looked at his expression carefully.

But he didn't say much. He took out a few documents from the drawer, handed them over and said, "Read these carefully and then sign your name."

"Dead Man Restraint Act"

"Reporting Process for Relatives of the Dead"

"Corpse Preservation Act"

"Instructions for Application for Dark Magic Test"

“Human Experiments…. 》

"……. 》

After taking the document and seeing the name and content, Wu Heng's eyes widened a bit.

The Kingdom of Yeko allows the existence of necromancers, but it increases the restrictions and bills on necromancers year by year.

These include that private transformation of undead creatures such as skeletons and rotting corpses is not allowed, and experiments on corpses and necromancy magic are not allowed.

Theft, experimenting on corpses, are all serious crimes here.

A necromancer who cannot transform undead soldiers and is not allowed to conduct magic research, his future can be imagined.

Not to mention whether there is a future in academics, the combat aspect is basically useless.

This is why everyone present looked very surprised after hearing about the Necromancer.

Wu Heng had known about it before, but he never thought it would be more strict than he imagined.

He read it carefully, signed his name one by one, and handed it back again.

After carefully checking it, the middle-aged woman said, "Okay, now that the process is over, remember the contents of these bills. I don't want you to be on the gallows next time I see you."

"Keep your instructions in mind!" Wu Heng stood up, saluted, and then walked out.

Walking out of the hall, you can still hear discussions about yourself behind you.

Everyone was puzzled by a young man with black hair and black eyes who chose the Necromancer.

……

He walked out of the hall, ignoring the chatter behind him.

I don't know what kind of evil thing the 'Necromancer' has done to deserve such treatment.

So many restrictions have been made for one profession alone.

The development of this profession has basically been cut off.

As 'Ms. Moira' said, choosing the Necromancer is putting a yoke on yourself.

You can't summon undead creatures, you can't experiment with magic, and you basically have no future.

But Wu Heng still chose this career.

Not only because this is the only legal profession he has access to, but more importantly, he believes that the Necromancer can develop better in his own hands.

After walking out of the city hall, a thought occurred to me, and a transparent panel that only I could see appeared in front of me.

[Name: Wu Heng]

[Occupation: Necromancer]

[Level: 1 (10/300)]

[Attributes: Strength 9, Agility 11, Constitution 12, Intelligence 14, Perception 10, Charisma 12.]

[Skill: Bone-Making Technique]

After changing jobs, this panel appeared in Wu Heng.

It has occupations, attributes, and skills, which are basically the same as the panels in online games.

You can see your physical condition more intuitively.

They left the central area all the way and entered a blacksmith shop in the commercial street.

As soon as you step into the door, you smell the smell of linseed oil.

"Boss, I'm here to pick up the weapons I ordered this morning." Wu Heng said to the counter.

The middle-aged boss put down the iron sword he was cleaning and looked up, "Oh, it's you. They are all there. There are 7 silver coins in total."

Wu Heng confirmed the weapons he bought.

An iron sword and a short spear.

They were all selected in the morning.

Count out 7 silver coins and place them on the counter in front of the boss.

"What happened this morning?" The boss put away the silver coins and asked casually.

Wu Heng came to buy weapons in the morning, but he was taken away by the city guards as soon as he made his choice.

The boss thought it was something wrong, but he came back before noon and there was no change.

"I just came to Blackstone Town and they asked me to go to the city hall to register. I just came and didn't understand the process."

"Registration? Does this also require registration?" The boss frowned. He had never heard of such a statement.

There are a lot of outsiders in Blackstone Town, and if they all need to be registered, the city hall will be busier than the market.

"They asked me my name, told me to obey the rules, etc., which made me quite nervous." Wu Heng smiled and scratched his head.

"Haha! Those guys are just free. They have to take care of the useful ones and the useless ones. As long as everything is fine." The boss also laughed and said comfortingly.

Wu Heng smiled and nodded.

Wrapping the weapon, he said hello to the boss and left the store directly.

Instead of wandering around, he stayed away from the commercial streets and crowds and headed to the residential area in Beicheng District.

……

After walking through the dark alley, we arrived at the place we rented.

The room is not big, just a living room and a bedroom.

Apart from tables, chairs and wooden beds, there are no other furnishings.

The layout is relatively simple.

Putting the backpack weapons aside, he picked up the bread on the table to pad his stomach.

He was thinking about Blackstone Town's attitude towards the Necromancer.

It feels like a criminal released on bail, and his behavior is subject to attention from all aspects.

"In the city, you should try to keep a low profile and slowly improve yourself."

Pop the remaining bread into a ball and stuff it into your mouth.

He stood up again, picked up the iron sword and spear with one hand, and took off the bronze key hanging around his neck with the other hand. He came to the bedroom door and turned it gently.

As the door opened, a light curtain appeared inside the door.

At the other end, there is not a familiar bedroom, but a picture reflected in a mirror.

Wu Heng took a deep breath, walked directly into the screen, and appeared on the other side.

The moment his senses were restored, a rotten smell filled the air.

Familiar desk, wooden bed, monitor and stereo.

A beast-like roar came from the window.

Back, familiar yet unfamiliar modern world.

Come to the window and look out.

The zombies gathered in a pile downstairs. Under the torn clothes, you could see the bones and open internal organs. They were pushing and colliding with each other, wandering aimlessly.

Among them, you can also see some familiar figures.

"It's still like this."

I have opened a new book, this one is a double-crossing novel, I hope you all like it.