Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

Chapter 940: Memories of a lifetime

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As the first rays of sunlight gently filtered through the clouds, a man stirred in his sleep, awakened by the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore. Slowly, he opened his eyes, squinting against the brightness of the morning light. A dull ache throbbed at the base of his skull, causing him to frown and rub his temples.

Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to recall his last memory. Where was he? How did he end up here? The man sat up, his body feeling heavy and sluggish, his mind struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep. As he surveyed his surroundings, the sight before him only added to his bewilderment. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Stretching out before him was a pristine beach, its golden sand shimmering under the early morning sun. The azure waters of the ocean stretched as far as the eye could see, the waves crashing with a soothing rhythm. The man's gaze traveled along the coastline, taking in the picturesque scene. Palm trees swayed gently in the warm breeze, their leaves rustling with the wind.

The air carried a salty scent, mingled with the scent of tropical flowers that bloomed along the shore. Beyond the beach, a dense forest stood, its lush green canopy reaching towards the sky.

He slowly rose to his feet, his legs feeling unsteady beneath him. With each step, he left footprints in the soft sand. His head was still acting as he momentarily found it hard to remember anything. As he cleaned the wet sand that was stuck to his body, he noticed multiple bruises over his body that hadn't healed yet. The bruises still looked fresh. Even his clothes were torn. He could see something like a robe, but it was mostly torn. More than half of his previous robe was missing. Every movement brought him closer to the water's edge, where he knelt down, his hands sinking into the cool wetness of the sand.

As he gazed out into the vast expanse of the ocean, the man's confusion kept increasing. A few scenes of the past flashed in his mind. He remembered being attacked by a person as the world around them was falling apart. He raised his head, looking at the beautiful sky above. But momentarily, scenes of cracks in the sky flashed before his eyes. It was as if he had actually seen the sky fall apart. The entire world had turned red right before his eyes. But now, it was all completely normal. He didn't understand what he was remembering. Fortunately, with each passing second, more and more memories were returning. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was so soothing that it was helping his hurting head. It was easing his headache and calming his racing thoughts. Before long, he was able to remember what the person attacking him looked like. That man wasn't human. He was much more than a human, as evidenced by the single wing that was coming out of his back. He couldn't believe that these were his actual memories. He was fighting that man on an equal footing? No, their fight shouldn't have been possible!

How could he fight like that? It was like a god was fighting. At this moment thousands of years of memories were trying to present themselves to him. These memories also included the memories of the ones he had lived in the Ancient Temple. He remembered living in a Kingdom as a Royalty. He remembered a sister, a loving mother and a good father. It was a happy memory, but that memory was soon replaced by the memories of destruction. It was a destruction that was caused by his father. The next few memories were filled with a world that truly looked like a dream. In that world, he was only accompanied by death and nothing else. ....

More than a week passed and Karyk didn't move from the beach. He sat there, facing the beach as his last memories returned to him. He remembered his death at the hands of the Generals of Upper Realm. He even remembered his world tier spell and his rebirth. He remembered his conquest of the Upper Realm, as well as his war against the Elzeira. All these memories were making him remember who he really was. And the more he found out, the more shocked he became. It was as if he was watching his life play before him that he had forgotten somehow. Strangely, there was one memory he didn't remember. He didn't remember the outcome of his battle with Aexin. The last thing he remembered was that they had started fighting. Everything after that was a complete blank, until the point he woke up in this unknown place. He could feel the essence of this place. This place wasn't his universe. But it wasn't Elzeira either. It was something very different, but for some reason this place felt more comfortable than any other place. Another thing that surprised him was that his wounds hadn't healed. "Is that because it came from a real Archangel, even if a half blood? It seems my healing doesn't work against them."

There were scar marks all over his body, including a large scar across his chest. Even though Aexin didn't use a sword, but he was still able to leave scars on his body. That was how sharp that strange essence of his was. "If it is a characteristic of all the Archangels, then it seems to be a good choice to have Gabriel leave first. Even his healing might not be able to keep up."

"Hopefully, he is already back with Zena and living a happy life, unaffected by me."

"But I don't understand. What happened during that battle? If I am alive, I suppose I won? Was I thrown into this space after the world was destroyed?"

He didn't know why, but he didn't believe it to be that simple. Even if he was fighting on equal footing with Aexin, his strength was still limited. Unlike Gabriel, he couldn't recover his strength there. So it was only a matter of time before he lost due to that handicap. But here he was, still alive.

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