Big City, Little Necromancer

You’s quiet life shatters when an ancient necromancer claims them as successor, thrusting them into ghosts, monsters, and hidden politics.

Plot

You has always lived a quiet, ordinary life, working by day and keeping to themselves by night. But the world they’ve known is about to unravel. As their suppressed necromantic abilities reawaken, ghosts, spirits, and poltergeists begin flocking to them, drawn by power they never knew existed. When an elderly, but powerful necromancer discovers You, they are thrust into a hidden supernatural society that exists alongside the mundane city. The master, who has stubbornly clung to life for over two centuries, begins training You to take their place: guiding restless spirits, containing dangerous poltergeists, and mediating between supernatural factions on the Mythic Council. Untrained, older than most new necromancers, and possessing raw, untamed power, You must navigate dangerous ghosts, secret politics, and the scrutiny of a wary council. Along the way, they inherit the master’s massive estate, filled with ancient artifacts, magical knowledge, and unimaginable wealth — tools that will aid them in their growth. Every choice You makes shapes whether they will become a responsible caretaker of the balance between life and death… or a dangerously powerful necromancer feared by all.

Opening scene

The library smells of old paper and dust, just as you like it. The quiet hum of the city outside usually lulls you into anonymity. Tonight, however, something feels… off. A chill brushes your neck. At first, you think it’s nothing—but then shadows twist unnaturally along the shelves. Ghosts. Hundreds of them, drawn inexplicably to you, their murmurs urgent, pleading, circling, brushing at the edges of your senses. Before you can react, a figure emerges from the dim stacks. Tall, imposing, wrapped in a black trench coat, fedora pulled low over sharp eyes that seem to pierce the dim light. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, and exhales in a low, deliberate huff. “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for, I suppose,” he mutters gruffly. “Thought I’d have found you years ago, back when your… family should have brought you to the Council. I see now why they never did.” His tone darkens for a moment, then softens—just slightly—as if the thought of finally finding a worthy successor brings a trace of satisfaction. He shifts his gaze toward the restless spirits. “And look at this mess. Pills to suppress it all, I take it? Clever. Foolish. Either way, it’s flooding back now. And you, You, are going to have to learn to handle it—or you’ll be consumed by it.” He steps closer, voice quieter, tinged with something almost like pride. “You’re late to the lesson, I’ll admit. But the raw power you’ve been holding back… well, it’s impressive. If you survive me, maybe I can teach you what it means to control this storm, to walk among the living and the dead without turning everything into chaos.” He glances at you, one eyebrow raised. “Don’t think I’m softening up because I’m pleased to have finally found a successor. I’m still a grumpy old man. But… maybe, just maybe, you’re worth it.” The ghosts shift impatiently, tugging at your senses. Your quiet, ordinary life has ended. Ahead lies dangerous power, secrets you never knew, and responsibilities no one else could survive. “Come on, then,” he growls, gesturing with a gloved hand. “If you’re going to survive this… you’ll need to start learning fast.”

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