After the food, Archvel felt alive and touched his belly with a grin.

Archvel then just left the table and went upstairs to his room.

As he placed his treasured tomes on the table, his thoughts began to wander.

The encounters he had with humans throughout his life made him a vengeful individual.

He does not want to harbor any ill intentions towards anyone.

But it seems like his soul was harmed enough to not be repaired.

His ill intent and motives towards the human race have endless animiosity.

Of course, if it was only towards evil people, it may work.

But it was not.

With a sigh, Archvel approached the sink, filled with cool water.

He dipped his hands into the refreshing liquid and splashed it onto his face.

"Humans... are so limited in their perceptions. Their fear blinds them; they are all selfish and greedy creatures. I don't think this place is different."

Archvel remembered some memories of his past life on Earth.

The times that he was hurt, the times that he was about to get molested.

"Now, here I am blessed with the ability to change my destiny."

He paused for a moment, the sound of water dripping echoing in the room, and gazed at his reflection in the small mirror above the washbasin.

"I will not let their ignorance dampen my spirit. I am blessed with the gift of magic and knowledge beyond their understanding. It is my duty to explore and harness this power, to unlock its secrets."

"So that I would not be oppressed and hurt again..."

As Archvel dried his face with a clean cloth, he reminded himself of the importance of perseverance.

He knew that his path as a mage was often lonely.

At least from what he had read when he was a young boy. Of course, whatever he read on Earth about magic and mages may not be true, but it should not be far off.

"I remember everything from my past life."

"How humans were never at peace, always looking to find ways to destroy others even in times of abundance."

Archvel's eyes turned serious, and anger can be traced in them with ease.

Archvel returned to the table, his fingers gently tracing the worn spines of his tomes.

"These tomes are my allies, my companions on this journey."

"I should keep on reading and learning."

Archvel settled down at the table, his mind already racing with questions and theories.

As he delved into the depths of his studies, he let go of the disdain he felt towards the human world, focusing instead on the endless possibilities that magic offered.

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In that room, with its modest furnishings and the promise of enlightenment,

"I should start working on the information depicted on the tomes."

"I believe that there is more to sorcery knowledge than the abilities I have myself."

"I should also seek out more organizations that would give me the knowledge I seek."

Archvel settled into the wooden chair, the tome titled

"Three Simple Rituals of Necromancy" open before him.

With anticipation in his eyes, he began to read the first necromancy spell and ritual.

As Archvel immersed himself in the words,

The pages came alive with instructions, diagrams, and incantations.

The first ritual, known as "Skeletons Servants and Skeleton Ring," intrigued him with its potential.

"Skeleton Servants is the spell and ritual using bones to create skeleton servants for the necromancer to use as he or she wishes."

"Skeleton Ring is the enchanted bone item that used to carry Skeleton Servants; according to the tome, after Skeleton Ring is created, one can use it to store Skeleton Servants and then use it again to reveal them."

Archvel's fingers traced the lines of the diagrams, committing them to memory. He whispered the incantation softly, feeling the surge of energy flowing through his veins.

The power of necromancy coursed through him, awakening a newfound understanding of the dark arts.

"I seem to understand. What I should do"

"Using skeleton servants is easy; gather a pile of bones, draw a triangle with a skull in the middle on the ground, and place the bones inside of the triangle."

"According to the number of bones and what kind of bones they are, be they from ordinary creatures or magical creatures, with the words said via magic energy, the ritual will be performed."

"The end result is creating skeleton creatures; the number of creatures depends on the number and quality of resources."

Archvel took a deep breath and nodded.

"Still, I think the skeleton ring is more important. Creating an army of skeletons would not be much use to me if I didn't have the means to summon them at will."

"From what I understand, most necromancer-type mages are not capable of summoning skeletons but instead creating them."

According to the text, the first ingredient required was a shard of void stone.

Archvel commented as he nodded.

"Void stone was known for its connection to the realm of void, space, and shadows."

"Its acquisition often involved venturing into dangerous and forbidden territories."

Archvel takes a full, deep breath after reading some information about the "shard of a void stone."

"I should be able to find it if I have enough coins to spend on it."

Archvel concludes and continues to read.

The tome also mentioned the need for three bones from magical creatures.

Archvel smiled.

"This should be easy material to find out."

The difference between creatures and magical creatures is simple.

Ordinary creatures are just animals with no extra magical power but are still strong compared to humans when it comes to physicality.

Despite being ordinary creatures, they still have a lot of power just due to the fact that they lived in a magical world with such diverse genetics and an environment of magic that enriched whatever they ate and drank.

Magical creatures are creatures with magic energy, and some of them are able to use magic to augment their abilities, such as using the fire element to attack or the earth element to improve their defenses.

Ordinary humans have no chance to fight against magical creatures, which is why humans have a dependency on magic and live under their power.

Archvel's thoughts then turned to the ritual itself—a complex series of incantations, gestures, and the careful arrangement of the materials.

He realized that the creation of a skeleton ring is not that hard as long as he has enough gold coins.

Thanks to the tomes, he has the knowledge he needed.

Yet the prospect of possessing a skeleton ring fueled Archvel's ambition.

The ring represented a significant step in his mastery of necromancy, granting him the ability to transport his army of skeletons.

"In the end, I can only summon three skeletons for the time being."

"So, ability to create and prepare skeletons and other creatures to carry them on my side is important."

Archvel then placed the tomes set aside for the time being, and his eyes landed on his clothes as he grinned helplessly.

"I should go and buy some new clothes too."

"I need to look like a proper individual; wearing stinky black robes is not the best choice."