CHAPTER 322: FAST LEARNING OF NECROMANCY SPELLS

For a moment, William thought he was imagining things. Demonic energy? How was that even possible?

He stood silently, watching the two women train, sensing the flow of energy around them. After a few minutes, he was certain—it was demonic energy.

But it wasn’t exactly like the demonic energy he was used to. It felt... different.

"Could it be because it’s being used for different kinds of spells? "he wondered.

It was the first theory that came to mind. As far as he knew, demonic energy was mostly tied to black fire—not necromancy.

He walked over and asked, "Mind if I take a look at that book?"

Kali and Geneva didn’t mind. In their eyes, William had no affinity for necromancy.

"How’s training going?" he asked. "Pretty tough?"

"Yeah, really tough," Geneva replied. "But I feel like we’re getting somewhere."

William was curious about the actual requirements to enter the cult they kept mentioning.

"How many spells do you need to master? Do they care about your talent or anything like that?"

Kali answered. "We need to know at least five spells and demonstrate them to the recruiters. Talent isn’t required—nobody’s born with necromantic affinity. It takes hard work and discipline."

Five spells didn’t sound like much on paper, but mastering even one necromancy spell was no walk in the park.

Kali was right—no one was born with an affinity for necromancy. Maybe a Lich, sure—but no one here was one. They’d have to work for it.

With the book in hand, William read the first spell: skeletal summoning—one of the most basic necromancy spells.

It was the exact spell Kali and Geneva were practicing. They were giving it their all.

They were making progress, but compared to William? They were far behind.

From what William could tell, they were using mana, which the spell converted into a variation of demonic energy. That explained the unfamiliar aura.

But William already had demonic energy flowing through him.

He tried casting the spell, crafting the runes—and nailed it on the first try.

The earth trembled lightly as skeletons rose from the soil. Not powerful ones—but still, a clear success.

Kali and Geneva were stunned, blinking repeatedly as if trying to prove they weren’t hallucinating.

"H-How did you do that?" Kali stammered.

Geneva frowned. "You already knew this spell and lied to us?"

They couldn’t believe anyone could cast necromancy perfectly on the first try.

"I didn’t," William said. "It was my first attempt. Maybe I have a knack for this."

He knew the truth—his demonic energy gave him a massive advantage.

"Can you help us?" Geneva asked. "Please?"

He hesitated. Giving them demonic energy? Probably not possible—and maybe not safe.

"I don’t know how to help," he admitted. "I just tried it and it worked."

"Watch us, then," Geneva insisted. "Tell us what we’re doing wrong. We’re struggling with the runes."

William had no pressing matters, so he agreed. He found a spot to sit and observe.

On the outside, he looked calm. But inside? He was conflicted.

Until now, the cult hadn’t mattered to him. What difference did it make?

But now he saw that necromancy spells somehow converted mana into demonic energy. And he wanted to understand why.

"Could demons use this kind of magic? Maybe it was lost—like the breathing technique no one on that island knew either."

"So? What are we doing wrong?" Geneva asked.

Their mistake was in the runes. They couldn’t shape them as described or sustain the full formation.

William walked over and crafted the runes himself, explaining how to channel mana into each one.

It was the most he could do. He spent hours guiding them, explaining and assisting however he could.

By the end of the day, just as they were preparing to rest, something unexpected happened.

Geneva and Kali succeeded.

While William had summoned six skeletons on his first attempt, they managed two each—four in total.

Still, the joy on their faces was unmistakable. Smiling, cheering, jumping in place.

"We did it! We did it!"

They even hugged—an unexpected moment. From enemies to allies, now study partners in necromancy.

"Congrats," William said. "Tomorrow we’ll see if you’ve truly mastered the spell—then we move on."

They were fired up, eager to keep practicing. But William insisted they rest—eat, recover, and sleep properly.

Pushing nonstop wasn’t smart. They needed training, yes—but also time to rebuild and return stronger.

Back inside the mansion, they headed to the dining room. The table was set—packed with food. Those two helpers Kali and Yunk had hired handled the cooking.

Everyone gathered to eat, starving from the long day. Just as William had helped Geneva and Kali with necromancy, Yunk had done the same for Rebo.

"How’d it go, Rebo?" William asked.

Rebo lit up. "I’m already using the breathing technique, Master. Pretty cool, right?"

"Seriously? That’s impressive. You picked it up fast."

"Thanks!"

Everyone ate together, sharing stories about their progress. It was a lovely moment—William truly enjoyed being there with them.

After dinner, it was time to rest. The mansion had plenty of rooms available, and William took whichever one was open. He just needed sleep.

The room was spotless—not a speck of dust anywhere. Kali’s hired help was doing a fantastic job keeping the place clean.

He flopped onto the bed and knocked out almost instantly. His mind needed it. Spending hours explaining spells had taken its toll.

The next morning, he woke up, headed downstairs, and found breakfast already waiting for him—just like dinner had been.

But there was no sign of Geneva or Kali.

He asked the workers where everyone was.

"They’re already practicing outside," one replied.

That caught him off guard. It wasn’t like he’d slept in—he’d gotten up early. Yet they were already training.

He felt a little foolish. After all, he’d told them to rest their minds the night before—and here they were, pushing forward without hesitation.

William took his time with breakfast, savoring it, then headed out to meet Geneva and Kali.

As soon as they saw him, Geneva lit up and shouted, "We mastered that first spell! It worked every time we tried it. Now we’re onto the second!"

He wanted to scold them—to remind them to take breaks—but when he saw the pure joy on their faces, he couldn’t.

They were fighting against time, chasing mastery to protect the people they loved. It was beautiful.

"Nice work," William said. "How’s the second spell? Harder?"

"Yeah..." Geneva admitted.

"Let me take a look," William said.

He opened the necromancy book and read the second spell. This one wasn’t a summon—it was the creation of a spear made of bone.

William liked it. He studied the rune pattern on the page and tried replicating it.

Just like before, he succeeded on his first attempt.

A bone spear formed in his hand—solid, deadly.

He tossed it at a tree nearby. It pierced straight through, continuing until it finally stopped after punching through ten trees in a row.

"This is a good spell," he said, impressed.

Geneva and Kali were stunned—and dying of jealousy.

"How the fuck can you learn these spells so fast?" Geneva blurted.

William shrugged his shoulders. "No idea, I just learn."