The Genesis Of A Necromancer

Chapter 157 Troublesome demon

As the pitch-black gates rolled up, Jack was left utterly astonished by the sight before him.

It was amazing…

No, beautiful.

He never thought he would ever see such definite and intricate structures in the demon realm.

"This…" he muttered, at a loss for words, shocked beyond belief.

The sight in front of him—it was eerily similar to the architecture from his world.

Skyscrapers! Towering spires adorned with golden designs!

This was an ultramodern design, something that wasn't meant to be here.

The demon realm was supposed to be an unforgiving wasteland of archaic castles and primitive strongholds, not a place that mirrored the technological advancements of his previous life.

'H-how is this possible?'

Beside him, Missy was equally shaken.

Her wide eyes gleamed with tears as memories flooded her mind.

Jack was drawn out of his own shock when he heard a soft whimper beside him. He turned his head and found Missy, her tiny frame trembling as large droplets of tears rolled down her cheeks.

'I almost forgot… she's still just a child. But why does she still cry like this, even after everything we've been through?'

Jack instinctively reached out to comfort her but hesitated midway, realization washing over him like a cold tide.

'I'm… changing.'

A small, unexpected smile crossed his lips.

He wasn't the same person he had been before coming here.

He had grown, adapted, learned. And despite himself, he had begun to care.

'Why?... Why did I change... Especially to these people'

He could tell, what he felt.... It wasn't just for Missy alone, it was the same for the others too.

They felt like his responsibility.

The only relationship he had at first was just proving a stupid future to her, and then suddenly, he felt closer to her.

He felt the need to protect her.

'Is it only to prove it to her. Or to avoid that future that awaits this stupid vessel?'

Shaking his head at the thought, he gently rested his palm atop Missy's head, ruffling her soft locks.

Missy's ruby-green eyes met his, shimmering with a longing he couldn't fully understand.

"Don't cry," he said softly. "It's not our world… do you want to go back?"

Missy sniffled, wiping her tears with her small hands.

"Missy… misses Mama and Papa!" she whimpered.

Jack felt a pang of sorrow at her words.

'She still clings to her past… and me? Do I even have a past worth missing?'

Jack had no answer.

Family was something precious, something he had lost long ago.

The world had taken a cruel turn the moment his father had died, and from then on, he had stopped believing in sentimental attachments.

He lightly shook his head, dismissing the bitter thoughts.

"I think we can go back home," Jack said, shifting his gaze toward the grand structures around them.

"Big brother is serious?!"

Her beady eyes widened in shock, glimmering with a newfound hope.

Jack nodded, a somewhat nervous smile playing on his lips.

"Yes."

Missy's tear-streaked face brightened instantly, her usual exuberance returning as she hurriedly wiped her cheeks clean.

'It can't be a coincidence…' Jack mused, his gaze sweeping over the cityscape again.

'That tower… it resembles the Gleam Dome back in my world. And now this? There has to be a connection somewhere.'

A silent resolution formed within him.

'I'll find out what's going on soon.'

His fists clenched tightly at the thought.

He had an unshakable feeling that the gods were hiding something from him.

He didn't know what it was yet, but he would get his answers—no matter what it took.

He felt his hunch was on point, since even Erebus only kept quiet whenever he noticed these strange things.

Erebus was able to tell his thoughts since they were both one, but he never reacted.

'What are you hiding from me?'

Silence reigned, even when he asked directly, the other refused to give an answer.

Erebus who was buried deep withing Jack's consciousness, let out a saddened smile.

'The hero...who has nothing more to lose'

Erebus muttered these words, Jack couldn't hear them since he hid them away.

Jack didn't bother much as he didn't receive any reply.

'I'll still find out...' he told himself.

Alisha and Jena observed the interaction between Jack and Missy in silence.

Alisha had always known there was some kind of link between the little girl and Jack, but she could never quite understand the nature of their relationship.

'How are they related?'

The question nagged at her, but as curious as she was, she didn't want to pry too much.

Jena, on the other hand, had no interest in their dynamic.

She pondered it for a fleeting moment before dismissing it entirely.

"We should discuss our next move," Jack suddenly said, snapping them out of their thoughts.

"Yes… that's the best course of action. We need to determine how we'll retrieve the item you're

{John Jackson... Sorry for the late recognition. Your support has been a major motivation for my writing... I'm glad to have you read my book. Thanks}