Black Stone Town, Town Hall.

"Wu Heng?"

Behind the desk stacked with documents, a serious middle-aged woman glanced at the information, then at the young man across from her.

Wu Heng nodded, "Yes!"

"Occupation: Necromancer?" The woman's eyebrows knitted slightly, her eyes filled with doubt. Without waiting for his answer, she continued, "The kingdom may permit the existence of Necromancers, but no city would welcome one within its limits."

With these words, the originally noisy hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone turned their eyes in their direction, their gazes filled with curiosity and surprise.

They seemed to have no idea why anyone would choose Necromancer as a profession in this period.

Wu Heng, however, calmly replied, "I appreciate 'Lady Moira's' reminder. I will abide by the laws and order of the kingdom and Black Stone Town."

The middle-aged woman examined his expression carefully.

She said nothing further but took several documents from her drawer, handed them over, and said, "Read these carefully and then sign your name."

'Undead Restriction Bill'

'Undead Dependent Reporting Procedure'

'Corpse and Skeletal Protection Bill'

'Black Magic Experiment Application Notice'

'Human Experimentation...'

'...'

Receiving the documents and seeing the titles and content, Wu Heng's eyes widened somewhat.

While the Yeko Kingdom allowed Necromancers, it has increased restrictions and legislation against them year by year.

These include the prohibition of the private transformation of skeletons, carrion, and other undead creatures, and disallowing corpse experimentation and necromancy experiments.

Theft and experimentation of corpses were considered severe crimes here.

The future of a Necromancer, unable to create undead troops and not permitted to research magic, was predictable.

Whether it was academically or combat, his future had been basically destroyed.

That's why, everyone in the room showed such surprise upon hearing 'Necromancer'.

Wu Heng had anticipated some of this, but he didn't expect the regulations to be stricter than he had imagined.

He carefully read them, signed his name in each space and handed the documents back.

After the middle-aged woman checked thoroughly, she said, "All right. Make sure to remember the contents of these legislations. I don't want to see you being executed next time."

"I will remember your instructions!" Wu Heng stood up and saluted, then left.

As he exited the hall, he could still hear discussions about himself.

Everyone was puzzled by a black-haired, black-eyed young man who had chosen to be a Necromancer.

...

Leaving the hall without paying attention to the discussions behind him.

He didn't know what terrible things the 'Necromancers' had done to be treated like this.

So many restrictive clauses had been set against a single profession.

The development of the profession had basically been cut off.

Just as 'Lady Moira' said, choosing to be a Necromancer was like taking on shackles.

Unable to summon undead creatures, unable to test magic, there was basically no future.

Yet, Wu Heng still chose this profession.

Not only because it was the only magical profession he could access, more importantly, he believed that as a Necromancer, he could develop in a better direction.

After leaving the town hall, with a thought, an invisible panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Wu Heng]

[Occupation: Necromancer]

[Level: 1 (10/300)]

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

[Skills: Bone Manipulation Skill]

After his change of profession, this panel appeared for Wu Heng.

With occupation, attributes, skills, it's just like the menu in an online game.

It allowed him to have an intuitive understanding of his own body.

He left the central area altogether and entered the smithy in the commercial street.

Stepping through the door, he was hit by a smell of linseed oil.

"Boss, I came to pick up the weapons I ordered in the morning," Wu Heng said to the counter.

The middle-aged boss put down the iron sword he was wiping and looked up, "Oh, it's you. They're all on that side. A total of 7 silver coins."

Wu Heng checked the weapons he had bought.

An iron sword and a short spear.

All were picked out in the morning.

He counted out 7 silver coins and put them on the counter in front of the boss.

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

This morning, Wu Heng came to buy weapons. Just after picking them out, he was taken away by the city guards.

The boss thought he was in trouble, didn't expect him to come back before noon with no apparent changes.

"I just arrived in Black Stone Town and was asked to register at the town hall. I didn't understand the procedure since I just arrived."

"Registry? That needs registry too?" The boss frowned, he had never heard of this.

There were not a few outsiders in Black Stone Town, if all needed to register, the town hall would be busier than the market.

"They just asked for my name, told me to behave, and made me quite nervous," Wu Heng laughed and scratched his head.

"Haha! Those guys just have too much free time. They manage everything, useful or not. It's good that nothing happened," the boss also laughed while comforting him.

Wu Heng nodded with a smile.

He packed the weapons and bid farewell to the boss before leaving the shop.

Without further idling, he left the commercial district and the crowd behind and went to the residential area in the north of the city.

...

After traversing a dark alley, he reached the place he rented.

The house wasn't big, it had a guest room and a bedroom.

Aside from tables, chairs, and a wooden bed, there was no other decoration.

The layout was quite primitive.

He put his backpack and weapons to a side before seizing a piece of bread from the table to soothe his hunger.

While eating, he thought about Black Stone Town's attitude towards Necromancers in his mind.

It felt like he was a criminal who had been released on probation, his every move would be scrutinized.

"While in the city, I should try to keep a low profile and slowly improve myself."

He rolled the remaining bread into a ball and shoved it into his mouth.

Then he picked up the sword and spear in one hand, and used the other to take out the bronze key around his neck, he came to the bedroom door and turned it gently.

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

On the other side, it wasn't the familiar bedroom, but a scene like a reflection in a mirror.

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

As his senses returned, a strong smell of rotting decay filled the air.

His familiar desk, bed, monitor, and speaker.

Ferocious roars of beasts came from outside the window.

He's back, in the familiar yet strange modern world.

He went to the window and looked outside.

Zombies were teeming downstairs. Under their torn clothes, one could see protruding bones and open innards. They were pushing and colliding with each other, wandering around aimlessly.

Among them, he could recognize several familiar figures.

"It still looks the same, indeed."