Sylver Seeker

After fulfilling the duty all Arch Necromancers are tasked with, the last thing Sylver Sezari expected was to be reborn. He was usually the one reanimating dead things, after all. How ironic. But reborn he was. And after crawling his way back into the land of the living, he finds himself in a strange land, a strange time, and with a strange floating screen in front of his new face. Either through plan or chance, he’s alive again, and planning to enjoy himself to his heart's content.

Don't miss the start of this LitRPG adventure about a reincarnated necromancer growing in power and finding his way in a new world where the rules have changed vastly since he last "lived".

Join Sylver as he embarks on the adventure of the unlifetime to shoo away the insane god empowered child that threatened to wreck everything Sylver had so painstakingly built up over the year. With the woman in white’s visit mere months away, Sylver would have to act fast, act hard, and he would need all the strength and corpses he could get.

Book three of this Fantasy LitRPG Series about a reincarnated necromancer growing in power and finding his way in a new world where the rules have changed vastly since he last "lived."

Being a warrior in a garden is pretty good, but being a necromancer is better. For obvious reasons Sylver preferred warzones to gardens, but aside from the guns, sunlight, and other oddities, there wasn't much to complain about. Not to mention he already had a new ally, a new class, a ton of levels, didn't make all that many enemies, and most importantly, at the end of this he was going to finally find Edmund.

No one leaves a negotiation happy. But wounded pride aside, Sylver was overjoyed with how everything turned out. He left with a talented clairvoyant, an army of highly skilled dark elves, a talking golden crowbar, the finger of the greatest lich to ever exist, and all it cost him was a fraction of a fraction of a century. Sadly Eira didn’t simply stop and wait for his return, Lola became a king, Bruno concocted abominations, Faust drowned his sorrows in powders and elixirs, and the ever-looming threat of High-Elves and Krists, loomed more than ever.