Alvis had always been a dreamer. As a young boy, he spent hours lost in the pages of fantasy novels, imagining himself as the hero of his own epic tale. As he grew older, his dreams became more ambitious and he began to believe that he was destined for greatness.

But life had a way of dashing his hopes and dreams. Despite his intelligence and potential, Alvis found himself stuck in a rut, living in his parents' house and wasting his days away. He felt like he had been born in the wrong world, a place where magic and adventure seemed to be in short supply.

One day, however, everything changed. A group of otherworldly beings arrived on Earth and began abducting people, offering them the opportunity to choose a special power. Alvis leapt at the chance, choosing the power to raise the dead. He believed that this would make him one of the most powerful people on the planet and help him achieve his goals and dreams.

But as it turned out, his new power came with its own set of challenges. His skeletons were weak and unable to fight effectively, leading him to feel frustrated and disillusioned. Just when things seemed at their worst, Alvis discovered a parasite that could give his skeletons the strength they needed to fight effectively.

With this new strength, Alvis became a formidable force to be reckoned with, but not everyone saw him as a hero. Some viewed him as a threat and wanted to kill him and his family, causing him to live in constant fear for their safety. Despite his struggles, Alvis persisted, determined to make the most of his new powers and achieve his dreams.

Alvis stood in front of the ten powerful figures, his heart racing as he tried to understand what was happening. He had done nothing to deserve this treatment, yet here he was, facing a group of people who seemed determined to cause him harm.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Alvis asked, his voice shaking with fear and frustration. "I haven't done anything wrong."

One of the figures, a tall, muscular man with cold, hard eyes, stepped forward. "You don't need to know the reason," he said in a harsh, menacing tone. "All you need to know is that you are a threat, and we can't allow you to continue living."

Alvis couldn't believe what he was hearing. "A threat? How am I a threat? I just want to live my life and be left alone."

The tall man sneered at him. "You possess powers that make you dangerous, and we can't allow that danger to continue."

The tall, muscular man stepped forward again, a smug look on his face. "We have a proposition for you," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Join us and use your powers to serve our purposes, or suffer the consequences."

As the tall man spoke, a surge of anger and determination rose within Alvis. These people had killed his parents, and he would not allow them to use him as a pawn. He would fight until the end, no matter the cost.

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"I won't be your puppet," Alvis said, his voice full of conviction. "I will fight you to the bitter end, no matter what it takes. You won't get what you want from me."

The tall man sneered at him. "Then you leave us no choice. You will pay for your defiance."

And with that, the battle began. Alvis knew that he was vastly outnumbered and outmatched, but he refused to give up. He would fight until his dying breath, seeking revenge for his parents and refusing to be used as a tool by these powerful figures.

As the battle raged on, Alvis found himself getting increasingly cornered. The ten powerful figures were strong and skilled fighters, and he knew that he couldn't hope to defeat them on his own.

Despite his best efforts, Alvis could feel his strength starting to flag. He was panting and sweating, his muscles aching from the strain of the fight. It was only a matter of time before he was overpowered.

But even as he was getting cornered, Alvis refused to give up. He fought on with all his might, determined to go down fighting rather than submitting to these powerful figures.

To his surprise, he noticed that the tall, muscular man seemed to be watching him with a mix of contempt and grudging admiration. As the battle wore on and Alvis continued to fight, the tall man seemed to be growing more and more amazed by his strength and determination.

Despite his initial disdain for Alvis, the tall man seemed to be starting to respect him as an opponent. He fought with a ferocity that was almost admirable, refusing to give up even when the odds seemed insurmountable.

In the end, however, it was not enough. Despite his best efforts, Alvis was no match for the ten powerful figures. As he lay on the ground, battered and bruised, the tall man looked down at him with a mixture of regret and satisfaction.

"You fought well, Alvis," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "But in the end, you were no match for us. You should have accepted our offer when you had the chance."

And with that, the tall man raised his weapon, ready to deliver the final blow. Alvis closed his eyes, knowing that this was the end. But even as he lay there, waiting for the final blow, he knew that he had fought with everything he had, refusing to be a pawn in their game.

But when he opened his eyes again, he was not greeted by the sight of his enemies standing over him. Instead, he found himself lying in his bed, surrounded by the familiar walls of his bedroom.

Confused and disoriented, Alvis sat up and looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening. Was this some kind of hallucination? Had he died and gone to another plane of existence?

As he looked around, Alvis noticed that his computer was still on, the screen displaying the novel that had inspired him to become a necromancer. He had been reading it just before the otherworldly beings had arrived.

It all came rushing back to him now: the battle, the powerful figures, the final blow. He remembered it all, and yet here he was, back in his bedroom as if none of it had ever happened.

Alvis couldn't believe it. He had been given a second chance, a chance to go back in time and make different choices that might lead to a better outcome. He vowed to make the most of this opportunity.

But as he sat up and looked around, Alvis felt a surge of anger and determination. These powerful figures had killed his parents and tried to use him as a pawn. He couldn't just let them get away with it. He had to find a way to take revenge, to make them pay for what they had done.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Alvis set out to make the most of his second chance.