I'm The Only Necromancer In This Cultivation World-Chapter 71: Two New Skills

Aiden finished his meal and stepped out of the inn.

Morning had fully settled over the town. The sun hung low above the rooftops, casting long shadows across the streets. Even so, the atmosphere still felt tense. Dustwind clan warriors could be seen patrolling in pairs, their expressions hard, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons.

People moved around them carefully, giving them space.

Aiden walked calmly through the street until he reached the town plaza.

The plaza itself wasn’t large. A stone well stood at the center, surrounded by a few benches and several small stalls selling fruit, herbs, and cheap trinkets. Normally it would be lively, but today the conversations were quiet, cautious.

Aiden stopped near the edge of the plaza.

He glanced around briefly. No one was paying him much attention.

Good.

He lowered his gaze slightly and murmured under his breath.

"System."

A transparent screen immediately appeared before his eyes.

No one else reacted.

To everyone around him, Aiden was simply standing still for a moment. But in his vision, the glowing interface floated clearly in the air.

He opened the skill section.

A list of abilities appeared.

Both were passive.

Aiden narrowed his eyes slightly as he read their descriptions.

[Necrotic Reservoir

Passive- A skill that strengthens the user’s connection to death energy. Mana capacity is permanently increased, and mana recovery becomes more efficient when near corpses or undead. This also reduces the mana cost required to maintain summoned undead.]

Aiden’s gaze lingered on it for a moment.

Mana was everything for a necromancer. Without mana, his army was useless.

He moved to the next one.

[Undead Dominion

Passive- Enhances the physical strength and durability of all summoned undead. Undead under the user’s command gain stronger bones, increased resilience, and improved resistance to destruction. The effect becomes stronger as the user’s level increases.]

Aiden leaned slightly against the stone edge of the well while reading.

Interesting.

The system clearly favored long-term growth. These two skills didn’t look flashy, but they would make a huge difference over time.

He glanced back at the other abilities.

Soul Rattle.

Corpse Detonation.

Grave Grasp.

Life Drain.

Death Mark.

All useful in their own ways. But active skills consumed mana quickly, especially in large battles.

Right now, sustainability mattered more.

Aiden thought quietly for a moment.

He had four skill points.

Enough to unlock two skills.

He folded his arms as people passed by in the plaza, their footsteps echoing softly on the stone.

If he planned to conquer this town, and possibly more towns in the future, he would need stronger undead and deeper mana reserves.

In other words...

An army that could fight longer.

And a master who could control them without running dry.

He made his decision.

His finger moved across the glowing interface.

First.

Necrotic Reservoir.

The moment he selected it, a faint cold sensation spread through his body, as if something deep inside him had expanded. His chest felt lighter, his mind clearer.

His mana pool had grown.

Then he selected the second skill.

Undead Dominion.

A subtle pulse of dark energy spread from him before disappearing just as quickly.

Somewhere within the unseen space where his undead rested, the change had already begun.

Their bones hardened.

Their strength deepened.

Aiden closed the system window.

The transparent screen faded from his vision.

He stood quietly in the plaza for a moment, feeling the difference.

More mana.

Stronger undead.

Aiden left the plaza without drawing attention to himself.

The morning crowd was slowly growing, but people still kept their voices low. The tension from yesterday’s battle hadn’t disappeared. Dustwind clan warriors walked the streets more frequently now, their eyes sharp and their tempers shorter than usual.

Perfect.

He moved through the town at an unhurried pace until the buildings started thinning out. The stone roads turned into packed dirt paths, and fewer people passed by.

Soon, he reached a quieter part of town near the outer wall.

Only a few wooden houses stood here, spaced far apart. Beyond them were patches of dry grass and storage sheds used by farmers. It was the kind of place no one paid much attention to.

Aiden stopped beside a half-collapsed shed.

He looked around.

No guards.

Only a couple of villagers working in the distance.

A slow smile appeared on his face.

"Now," Aiden murmured to himself, his voice calm and almost amused. "Let’s start the party."

His eyes darkened slightly.

"Today... this town becomes mine."

He raised one hand.

The air around him grew cold.

Dark mist spilled onto the ground like smoke crawling across the dirt.

One figure appeared.

Then another.

In just a few seconds, the quiet clearing filled with the sound of bones clicking together.

Aiden had summoned all of them.

Nineteen Basic-grade undead.

Yesterday, he hadn’t only turned Body Tempering practitioners into his servants. Several ordinary bandits had also become part of his growing army.

Twelve of them wore old robes and armor pieces that helped hide their true nature.

But the new seven...

They had nothing.

No cloak.

No disguise.

Only bare white bones.

Skeletons standing upright, holding rusted swords and battered shields.

Empty eye sockets stared forward as they waited silently for their master’s command.

The faint rattling of bone against bone echoed softly as they shifted.

Aiden looked at them, satisfied.

These ones will do.

He gestured lazily toward the dirt road that led deeper into town.

"Kill everyone," he said.

The skeletons obeyed instantly.

Nineteen undead began marching toward the town.

At first, nothing happened.

A farmer walking down the road glanced up casually.

Then he stopped.

His eyes widened.

The wooden bucket slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a dull thud.

The farmer stared at the approaching figures.

White bones.

Empty skulls.

Swords and shields clutched in skeletal hands.

For a long moment, his brain refused to process what he was seeing.

Then he screamed.

"MONSTERS!!"

His voice tore through the quiet town like thunder.

People nearby turned to look.

One woman carrying vegetables froze mid-step.

A child tugged on his mother’s sleeve.

"Mom... what are those?"

The woman followed the child’s gaze.