“You bastard, you still won’t admit you’re from Wujiayao! You’re the real lunatic, your whole family is crazy!!” Henry Clark flew into a rage, his heart absolutely convinced that the person in front of him, Walter Reed, must be a lackey from Anding Hospital. Damn it, otherwise why would he call me crazy? So the little nutcase didn’t hesitate to hurl back the most vicious insults used among patients in Anding Hospital.

Chapter 2: Hypnotic Necromancer

The world Henry Clark transmigrated to is one of swords and magic... um... and also a world without delusions.

Humans, barbarians, orcs, elves, goblins, dwarves, and many other intelligent races all live together on this land called Razor Continent.

In the east of the continent lies a forest empire ruled by elves; in the western mountains, a powerful empire jointly ruled by dwarves and earth goblins. In addition, there is another mighty force in this plane: the Dragon Domain, a group of islands isolated overseas, where all the radiant dragon clans reside, rarely interacting with the world.

At the center of the continent, two powerful human empires stand side by side on the plains: the northern Flame Empire, and the southern Sun Empire, to which Ma Ti Village belongs. The only dividing line on the thousand-mile plain is the Sunset Mountain Range, the watershed between the two human empires.

Some intelligent races also live in seclusion among the lofty mountains scattered across the continent. Some accept the rule of their respective empires, while others hide deep in the mountains, refusing to be civilized.

Besides these, it is said there are several underground cities inhabited by black dragons and fallen races, but no one has ever found them. The far west of the continent is a vast desert, the far north is covered by ancient ice fields, and the far east is a lifeless mossland.

As for beyond the continent, there is only the sea, which has been occupied by sea monsters since ancient times. The deep sea is shrouded in poisonous mists all year round, making it impossible for any ships or creatures to pass through.

Walter Reed was both angry and amused, his gloomy eyes fixed on Henry Clark as he gave a chilling smile: “Alright, the interlude is over. Your appearance can’t change anyone’s fate. All of you will...” Suddenly, the powerful necromancer felt as if the pair of black eyes before him suddenly flashed, a dreamlike light piercing straight into his heart.

“All of you will become shameful and humble existences in your unwillingness. Isn’t that a fact that makes you all unwilling to accept? But none of you can escape, because even your unwillingness will become my strength.” Henry Clark suddenly changed from his angry tone, interrupting Walter Reed with a gentle, pleasant, even drowsy voice.

No, it wasn’t an interruption, but rather he smoothly continued the necromancer’s words. The villagers all stared at Henry Clark in surprise, not knowing why he suddenly said such things. If they weren’t so terrified, they would have long since bashed this lunatic’s head in with a hoe.

Walter Reed was slightly taken aback. This gentle voice felt incredibly familiar, and in just half a sentence, he even felt as if his own thoughts had been spoken aloud. Unconsciously, he followed the black-haired young man’s words.

Of course, Henry Clark’s hypnosis was no joke. Before carrying out his “prison break” plan, he had tested it on his little underlings. Henry Clark said, “This is a big orchard.” The underlings all sang in unison, “We are pests...”

Henry Clark slowly walked up to the necromancer, his black eyes fixed on Walter Reed’s pale yellow pupils with a half-smile, and continued without pause: “It’s very quiet here, no one will disturb me. I will refine your bodies and souls, and you will become part of my power. But...” His tone remained gentle and warm. Speaking for Walter Reed, saying what he wanted to say, Walter Reed couldn’t help but repeat after him, word by word.

Walter Reed only felt that the gaze before him was unfathomably deep, those black, gem-like eyes making him want to fall asleep. Deep down, he vaguely hoped this young man would never stop talking, so he could keep following along. When he heard the young man’s change in tone, he couldn’t help but ask, “But what?”

“But I’m too nervous, too tired. What is it that makes me so exhausted? Is it those damned enemies and foolish judges? Relax a little, it’s very safe here. Remove that little curse. An ant can’t hurt a dragon.”

Walter Reed’s eyes gradually became dazed: “...Yes, I’m too nervous.” As he spoke, he raised his hand and drew another magical symbol in the air, lifting the curse from Lord Todd.

Henry Clark smiled in a way that made people feel at ease: “Alright, I’m going to sleep for a while. No one can disturb me. No one but myself can wake me...”

With a thud, the necromancer collapsed to the ground, sweetly falling into a dream. The zombies behind him, without his command, just stood there blankly, motionless.