I want to be a Necromancer!

Almost 7 months have passed and I already adjusted from this new language, I still don't know where on another world I am right now but i'm sure this is not earth anymore....

My new parents are taking of me well

--i'm just hoping my old parents are okay---

As I was sitting at the table, waiting for the food that my new parents prepared.

Father finally arrived handing me the food he cooked himself "Here you go, son, eat up... That's your father's delicious cooking, hehe," my new dad said with a smile.

"Hmph—my cooking is way better than his, you know," my new mom teased.

"HAHAHAHA, your cooking is good, but not as good as mine," he joked back at her.

"Oh really now? Baby, isn't Mama's cooking better than Papa's?" She asked me, looking for an ally.

"Ah, looking for someone to take your side, huh?" Papa laughed, and I smiled at Mama because I couldn't help but remember my parents from my past life—they were happy too and always playfully teasing each other.

"HA! Baby smiled at me! That means my cooking is better, HAHAHAHA," Mama boasted proudly.

"Hey, just because he smiled doesn't mean he agrees with you! Right, son? The one who inherited his dad's good looks knows my cooking is better," Papa said, and I smiled at him too.

"HAHAHAHA! See, he smiled at me too, so that means he takes after me and knows my cooking is better, WAHAHAHA!" Papa said proudly, feeding me a bite of his dish.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up in surprise—Papa's cooking was REALLY delicious! I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth and eagerly asked for more.

"Wow, you're eating fast, hehe. See, I really am the better cook," he teased Mama again.

"Okay, fine, you've won our son's heart this time, but next time, you won't be smiling like that," Mama replied, her smile hinting at a playful, competitive spirit.

We continued eating together, and I was soon completely full.

"Honey, the baby's almost 8 months old, and you still haven't decided on a name for him. You know that in three weeks, it will be the country's yearly blessing for all the next generations, so have you thought of any names yet?" Mama asked Papa.

"Don't worry, I already have a name for him. I'm going to name him Azrael," Papa replied.

"Azrael? Where did you come up with that name?" Mama asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've been thinking about it for a while now. It's unique and unlike any other name," Papa answered, lifting me up and saying, "My handsome son, Azrael D. Valen, you'll be my everything and my pride. I hope you grow up strong." He said this as Mama hugged us both.

"In the blessing of his name, under the month of Fortunaelis, our son will make us proud" Mama added.

Night fell, and I was in my room. I couldn't sleep because I still can't process everything that had happened after the last 7 months i've been here in this world. So..I died in my past life because of that SCOUNDREL THIEF!,(hehe the thief laughing) and suddenly woke up as if nothing happened?!

 I am now in another world, still clueless... So I need to learn the history and gather information about this new world i'm living to be prepared.

Without realizing it, I started to feel sleepy and drifted off...

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I woke up to the warmth of sunlight streaming in. The breeze felt wonderful, but wait—why do I smell so bad?

Oh no, I pooped in my pants. Well, I'm still a baby in this life, so I guess this can happen.

I tried to crawl, but it turned out I couldn't do it yet. So, I just sat there, feeling uncomfortable. This is the worst... I sighed heavily.

Suddenly, the door to my room opened, and my mother walked in.

"Oh, my baby Azrael is finally awake!" she said, picking me up from the crib. "Looks like you've pooped in your pants, hehe; let's get you cleaned up and change your clothes."

After my bath, I'm in the living room, still trying to practice crawling, but it was too difficult.

The front door opened, and my mother greeted Papa, who had three men with him.

"Alice, these are the priests who will assess Azrael," Papa said.

Mama bowed to the priests and replied, "Thank you for coming."

"Thank you as well for hosting us in your home. Now, where is baby Azrael?" one of the priests asked.

"Here he is, Father," Mama pointed to me as I sat there confused.

"What a handsome boy he is! Very well, I'll now begin to examine and bless baby Azrael." he said as he approached me.

Suddenly, the priest's hand shone brightly as if light was coming out of his hand!, and I felt myself being lifted without being touched. IS THIS MAGIC?! Oh my gosh, I am in a fantasy world!

The light then took the shape of a table holding me up.

The foreheads of the two companions of the priest lit up as well. They spoke together as if they're speaking a gibberish language...

"pquotry haq6dh9>/ hsgabOP(]]a Azrael!"

'What's that language? but then after that, I felt something, it's like there's this feeling that's being pulled from inside me—something I couldn't quite explain. Then everything around me lit up

SWOOOSH

and I was shocked to find myself in a dark place.

It was like a dimension—pitch black.

Suddenly, a screen appeared in front of me, like one from a video game, but the screen interface looked colored brown.

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"Welcome, Azrael.

You may now choose your class:

Option 1: Shadow Reaper

Option 2: Dark Assassin

Option 3: Boundless Necromancer."

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