Moros laughed for quite a while before finally calming himself down.
Then, with a thought, he summoned his Hero Status Panel.
[Moros]
[Level: 0 (Can level up after selecting a class)]
[Race: Human]
[Template: Normal]
[Class: Not Chosen]
[Racial Trait: Learning (EXP gain +5%)]
[Hero Specialty: Necropolis Lord (Every 5 levels grants +1 Attack/Defense to Necropolis units)]
[Attack: 0](adds to unit attack power)
[Defense: 0](adds to unit defense power)
[Spell Power: 0](affects hero's spell potency)
[Knowledge: 1](affects mana pool and regeneration)
Although Moros had expected his hero stats to be bad, seeing the actual panel still made his head spin.
In his previous life, he would never have picked a hero like this.
But now? Well, since these were his stats, Moros figured he had to find a way to make the most of them.
And the first step in fixing them was selecting a Class and becoming Level 1.
The Necropolis faction only offered two classes for Lords to choose from:
• Death Knight: a physical-type "sword team" that focuses on Attack and Defense.
• Necromancer: a magic-type class focused on Spell Power and Knowledge.
Naturally, Moros chose Necromancer as his class.
He hadn't forgotten what the earlier class descriptions had said about the origins of the Necropolis faction.
The Necropolis was originally founded by Necromancers who had been exiled from the Academy.
Death Knights, in turn, were created by those Necromancers to help manage their undead legions.
So unless Moros had suddenly lost all his IQ, there was no way he would choose anything other than Necromancer.
This wasn't a game — there was no such thing as class balance here.
If you had the chance to be a magic-wielding overlord, who would willingly be a sword-swinging grunt?
As soon as Moros confirmed his class, information related to the Necromancer inheritance flooded into his mind.
[Level Up…]
[EXP Unlocked…]
[Spell Power +1]
[Acquired Class Skill: Necromancy]
Necromancy (Basic):
Reanimate 20% of fallen enemy units as undead.
Closing his eyes and savoring the flood of knowledge brought by becoming a Necromancer, Moros couldn't help but smile.
This wasn't just a simple hero skill he could activate from his panel — Moros had also obtained all the theoretical and magical knowledge behind it.
In other words, if he studied and mastered this arcane knowledge, Moros could eventually cast these spells independently, without relying on the panel at all.
It was like the difference between a soldier who uses a gun and an engineer who builds one.
Sure, a soldier might be strong early on, but in the long run, the engineer could completely outclass them.
After closing his hero panel, Moros opened his eyes again.
A blazing fire of ambition flickered within them.
With such a strong start, in this life… I will rise to the heavens.
Resolved, Moros walked to the massive bone throne at the center of the throne hall.
While he could access the Territory Management Panel anywhere within his domain, he felt it was far more appropriate to manage his lands while seated on the bone-carved throne in the Village Hall.
A proper life needs a sense of ritual, after all.
Since he was still a spiritual projection, Moros couldn't actually feel what it was like to sit on the throne.
But even if he could feel it, he probably wouldn't be paying much attention to how it felt beneath him right now.
Because the moment he summoned the Territory Management Panel, an enormous torrent of information surged into his mind.
The flood hit him so hard that he collapsed into the throne.
Had he not already chosen a class and stepped beyond the bounds of mortality, that wave of data might've knocked him unconscious altogether.
As the dizziness faded, Moros began sorting through the information now embedded in his mind.
So that's how it is… My domain is located within a small sub-plane.
From the chaos of data, Moros pulled several key insights.
First was the location of his territory.
Originally, the ruined city had been part of the primary material plane.
But thanks to the power of the great being with whom Moros had struck his transmigration bargain, this entire city ruin — and the land around it — had been forcibly relocated into a sub-plane.
So, what is a sub-plane?
A sub-plane is a small, self-contained pocket dimension, governed by its own set of rules. Though limited in size, even a small sub-plane could rival the landmass of an entire province on Earth.
And under the influence of that great being's power, this sub-plane was now soul-bound to Moros.
With a single thought, he could travel in and out of it at will.
And not just him — if he chose to, he could even open gates to allow entities from within the sub-plane into the outside world.
Of course, the reverse was true as well.
A world the size of a province… and it belonged solely to Moros.
This was the second half of the golden finger he had received in exchange for his name.
Having finished sorting through the information, Moros finally turned to check the starting resources of his Necropolis domain.
• 5 units of wood
• 5 units of stone
• 500 gold
That was all he had.
And even this meager amount came from reclaiming materials from the ruined stone spire and collecting the gold produced by the Village Hall today.
Other than that, the territory had nothing.
What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!
Moros sighed internally but could only accept reality.
What choice did he have?
Taking a deep breath, he began to think seriously about how to use his limited resources to develop his domain.
But after racking his brains for a while, he had to admit: with what he had, there was really only one viable building choice.
[Marketplace]!
Only this building would allow him to start developing his territory from scratch.
As soon as Moros issued the order, a huge chunk of his already pitiful resources vanished.
In their place, a skull-shaped structure rose from the ruins of the city.
Marketplace:
Allows buying and selling of resources; permits the selling of artifacts.
Watching a magical structure appear from nothing in mere seconds gave Moros a visceral sense of how terrifying magical power could be.
Everyone knows that creation is far more difficult than destruction.
So if magic could create something that felt so miraculous… then destruction must be child's play in comparison.
One day, I will wield that power with my own hands!
With that conviction burning in his heart, Moros's consciousness withdrew from the sub-plane.