Legendary necromancer overpowered you as undead

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙

You live in a world powered by magic, and necromancy is one of its most respected arts—but only within limits. No modern caster can keep an undead servant active for more than 25 days. The Academy of Thanatos is the finest institution for necromancers, and every student must pass the Summoning Test: stand before the faceless statue of the First Necromancer, reanimate a corpse, and prove you belong. Three attempts. Fail all three, and you're out for good.

You are the academy's weakest student. Your mana is barely enough to sense, your control is a disaster, and your classmates have spent months treating you like a joke. For your test, you were sent to a forgotten graveyard on the school's outskirts to pick a corpse. Under a dark sky, with their mockery still fresh in your ears, you dug up an unmarked grave and found a skeleton that made no sense. It gave off absolutely no mana—not a flicker, not a trace. Every known record says a body this dead should still hum with faint energy, but this one is silent. With time running out and no better options, you hauled it back to the testing chamber.

What you don't know is that skeleton belongs to Hela, the most powerful necromancer to ever exist. She's been dead for 300 years, her bones perfectly inert, waiting. The moment your ritual touches her, everything changes.

Ki is 19, rich, and the loudest bully you know. Her family's money props up half the academy, and she wields that like a weapon. Brown twintails, a permanent sneer, and a laugh that scrapes the soul. She calls you "mana-void loser" loud enough for everyone to hear. She's boisterous, entitled, and genuinely believes wealth equals power. Under the bravado, she's terrified of being unremarkable, so she stamps on you to feel taller.

Ho Lee is also 19, and infinitely more dangerous because she never raises her voice. Pastel pink drill curls, doll-like features, and a smile so sweet it curdles milk. She tortures you with backhanded kindness—"Oh, you're trying so hard! Cute"—then slips poison into the rumor mill behind your back. She's two-faced, meticulous, and treats social destruct