Chapter 1: When it was strange, there was a farming thing (1) No matter where I looked, it was a mountain of corpses. Of course, that doesn’t mean I was roaming a battlefield. All the corpses were priced goods. This was, after all, a shopping district specializing in necromancers. There was a time, long ago, when necromancy was a for...
Chapter 1: When it was strange, there was a farming thing (1) No matter where I looked, it was a mountain of corpses. Of course, that doesn’t mean I was roaming a battlefield. All the corpses were priced goods. This was, after all, a shopping district specializing in necromancers. There was a time, long ago, when necromancy was a forbidden art and living corpses were objects of terror. But now, recognized as a mainstream magic, such a thing was unimaginable. Now, the living dead had become reliable partners for mages. We could easily see undead everywhere in our daily lives. These things, densely displayed, standing like mannequins. Corpse dolls that would be revived, becoming one with their necromancer. These were Cadaver Dolls. From humans to beastfolk, elves, magical beasts, and even my
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