Travis never considered himself to be a good person. He did everything he could to keep his family together but life decided to take all of that away from him. With no family left, he only had the common decency not to envy or hate others for having them.

'Life is just unfair, that's just how it goes.' That was his mantra, one that he lived by. But he prided himself in following the words of his grandmother, choosing to honor her last words.

In the first week of the new era he learned to fight and he also adapted to the values of the new world rather quickly. Gone was the time where he had to pretend to like people, the bosses and coworkers that treated him like dirt were now just trash that could barely survive the new era. If the necromancer was expecting a goody two shoes then he was mistaken.

Travis now only cared for one thing and that one thing was his own life. The threat of another invasion from the lizardmen made him question the safe area that he created for himself. This was something that he did not want to happen again. "You're strong right?"

A creepy smile came from the Necromancer's new lord. "Then prove your worth, the entire southern part of the city is teeming with those reptilian dickheads. I don't need you to renew the contract in the next few days, All I want from you is that power of yours. Sow chaos... do whatever the fuck you want so long as it doesn't compromise my location and my SAFETY!"

The words of his grandmother rang in his head. 'As long as you're eating well and taking care of yourself, then I'm happy.'

The Necromancer moved hastily to leave the warehouse while Mira couldn't believe the unhinged display that her master just showed her.

Travis then looked towards Mira with a smile, the same one that she was used to seeing from him. "Now we can rest for the night, those lizards really chose a bad time to come in don't you think?"

Travis has only shown her his calm and safety focused way of life, this was the first time where she saw him react to his safety being compromised. To think that someone at the bare minimum of Bronze-grade could intimidate a man-hating dark elf was beyond her. Even if he did hold control over that elf's stay in the realm of the living.

Mira, after fixing up her prosthetic stood up. "I'll be doing a sweep of the area Master, I will ensure that a situation like that doesn't happen again." She now understood her master just a bit more, taking note of the fact that he was someone that she should not take lightly despite the kindness that he has shown her.

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In the form of a green mist, Vantak flew around the city looking for the reptiles that his master mentioned.

"Hahahah I was far too naive! Of course my summoner would not just be a regular human! Bringing me out of the depths of hell to give me the privilege to slaughter? My my my.. how could I be so blind?" At around 10 in the evening, Vantak prepared himself to indulge in the flames of combat.

If the main forces of lizardmen were informed of their youngest commander's fall, they would have mobilized their troops as soon as they possibly could. Unluckily for them, a larger threat would present itself before they could even learn of his fall.

A poisonous smog would cause the fall of all the living creatures within three streets of the city. A mix of human and monster corpses would shamble towards Vantak's location as he observed the area. The Lizardmen set up their camp in the middle of the shopping district, there were wooden cages and tents laid out in the streets. Elites that were near Vantak's combat rating were present, yet the Dark elf remained unbothered.

He had no need to fight them directly, he could take his time in snuffing them out.

"Ahhhhh the smell of death, oh how I missed this!"

Vantak has always had a deep pool of mana, he was born to be a spellcaster according to his master. While most undead are weaker upon reanimation, he is adept enough to preserve the power of his servants. As such he weaves spells while his servants fight, a poisonous smog along with the green acidic mist that corroded one's flesh.

No matter the reality a necromancer's power is often feared. The tribe of lizardmen that set out to dominate this reality have a total of 20 Intermediate Silver-Grade commanders and close to 500 foot soldiers that are somewhere in the Bronze-Grade. They rule most of the southern region and are one of the two largest factions in the city. Given enough time they would have established themselves as a ruling power of the province, with the arrival of a powerful necromancer the power dynamic in the southern side of the city would change, the humans who were already in a sorry state were further pushed back into their bunkers.

Vantak was meant to be a necromancer. From the tender age of 10 he was already fascinated by the inner workings of an undead. It took time but he not only mastered the basics of necromancy but he also gathered enough knowledge to experiment on the creatures that he raised from the dead. Without a laboratory he didn't have access to the body parts that he wanted to give his troops but the corpses of the larger monsters that have been dead for days were decent material for what he wanted to achieve.

Abominations, the mix of corpses formed into a new undead horror that he controlled. These abominations are hard to form and require great mastery, this was the craft that Vantak specialized in. The next five days would be hell on earth for anyone that reached the southern half of the city, with the only safe area being the dumpsite that Travis called his base.