The Necromancer in the Wizarding World

In front of the computer screen late at night, Matthew was once again immersed in the fantasy world of the online game "Ancient Martial Arts World". The dim light of the screen reflected his tired and vicissitudes of life face, as if telling the boredom and depression he suffered in real life.

For Matthew, this game has become his haven to escape the cruel reality, allowing him to temporarily forget the bitterness of life. He is the middle-aged greasy man who has nothing to do except work in the eyes of women.

His job was to do boring microbial research at a biological research institute. Although the job was stable, it could not satisfy the strong desire and passion deep in his heart.

Matthew's life was like a stagnant pool of water, without any ripples. He ended his 10-year marriage, thinking that he would get the freedom and relief he had longed for, but he did not expect that his life would become worse. After the divorce, he became decadent and seemed to have lost the meaning of life.

During this dark time, online ancient martial arts became his only solace. In this fantasy world, he could sweat as much as he wanted and release his inner wildness and passion. As a top close combat maniac in the game, every battle of his was thrilling, and the enemies he fought against were often killed or disabled.

However, Matthew could never have imagined that in the middle of the night, fantasy would overlap with reality, bringing unprecedented changes to his life. It was far more thrilling and bizarre than any game.

A blinding light suddenly pierced through the darkness without warning, instantly lighting up the entire room. It was impossible to tell whether this sudden light was the ravages of lightning or an illusion caused by Matthew's extreme fatigue, and it no longer mattered. He only had time to close his eyes, and then he fell into a deep darkness.

When Matthew opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he was lying on a strange bed, and the surrounding environment was completely different from the home he was familiar with. This abrupt change made him feel inexplicably panicked and confused.

He tried to recall what happened before, but his mind was in chaos. He struggled to sit up and looked around, trying to sort out his thoughts and find clues to this strange place. However, everything seemed so strange and incredible that he couldn't help but wonder if he was still in a dream.

Matthew looked around blankly and murmured, "Where am I?"

Just as he was trying to adapt to this strange environment, a little girl in maid costume pushed open the door and walked into the room.

When she saw Matthew waking up, her face blossomed with joy as if she had met a family member: "Master, you finally woke up! We were all so worried about you." Her voice was full of concern, bringing a touch of warmth to Matthew.

Matthew subconsciously asked anxiously: "Who am I? Where is this place?" Unexpectedly, these questions were blurted out in a language he had never heard before, but he was completely unaware of it.

Hearing Matthew's question, the maid showed a surprised expression, but she quickly regained her composure and explained in a gentle tone: "Master, you are Matthews Albert, the second son of our respected Earl's family. This is Albert Castle, and you are lying in your bedroom now."

Her voice revealed deep respect and concern for Matthew, which calmed his inner panic a little.

After answering the question, the little maid stood quietly aside, as if she was afraid to break this rare tranquility. Her eyes revealed that this world was clearly divided into different levels, and even though she was just a little girl, she had to abide by the rules.

Matthew's heart was like a surging sea wave, confusion and uneasiness filled his mind. He shook his still dizzy head and tried his best to sort out his thoughts, but the sudden headache made him almost unbearable.

A huge stream of information flooded into his mind like a tide. These seemed to be the memories of the original owner. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to integrate and digest these chaotic and disordered memory fragments.

After a long time, Matthew slowly opened his eyes and looked around again. Although his heart was still full of confusion, an inexplicable sense of familiarity gradually came over him.

He whispered to himself, his voice revealing an indescribable surprise and confusion: "Did I really travel through time..."

However, what followed was an irrepressible excitement, because not only was he finally freed from his shackles, but he also seemed to have gained a chance to start over. He secretly vowed to himself: This time he would live out his true self and no longer be bound by any shackles.

The original owner, Matthews Albert, was only thirteen years old and was the second son of Earl Albert.

Matthew examined this new body and keenly caught a glimpse of something different - his short, shiny black hair, which was particularly unique and eye-catching in this world dominated by blondes and blue eyes.

"This black hair is a remembrance of the past world!" Matthew's heart was filled with complex emotions.

He still has a little nostalgia for the past world, and at the same time is full of curiosity and expectation for this new world full of mystery and unknown, but he inevitably feels confused and uneasy in his heart. These contradictory emotions intertwine in his heart, making his mood extremely chaotic.

The original owner was unconscious because he was asking for trouble: he rode a donkey instead of a docile horse. As a result, he not only fell off, but was also kicked in the head by the donkey.

Matthew didn't know whether to laugh or cry about this. This kind of thing would undoubtedly be regarded as a huge laughing stock by others. But it made him feel a little relieved because he didn't have to face sinister conspiracies and calculations at the beginning.

The Gothic Kingdom where the original owner lived was filled with the unique charm of medieval Europe. The castles were solid and magnificent, and the spires reached the sky.

The territory of the Albert family is located at the northwest edge of the kingdom, with mountains behind it. The unique geographical location provides a natural barrier for the growth of the family. The elder brother of the original owner has grown up and shouldered the responsibility of assisting the earl in managing the territory.

Albert's territory is not only vast, but also includes multiple knight territories, each ruled by a lord who works together to ensure peace and prosperity in the territory.

Matthew's consciousness seemed to have touched an important memory fragment - the knight. However, when he tried to dig deeper into this idea, a strong dizziness suddenly hit him, making it impossible for him to concentrate. He had to stop exploring and wait for his body to stabilize.

At this time, the little maid's voice sounded in the quiet room, with concern: "Master Matthews, are you okay?" She walked to Matthew, carefully supported his shaky body, her face full of worry.

Matthew opened his eyes with difficulty and nodded slightly to indicate that he was fine. Although his head was still a little heavy, some key memories seemed to be slowly emerging from the depths of his consciousness.

Matthew gently rubbed his still dizzy head, realizing that dwelling on confusion would not help solve the problem. He clearly realized that the most urgent task now was to adapt to the rules and order of this new world as quickly as possible.

He put aside the confusion in his heart and told himself firmly: "Since I occupy your body, I will be Matthews Albert from now on!"

It is this firm determination that allows two souls from different worlds to be completely integrated.

At this time, Matthews' mother walked into the room and came to the bed. Her eyes were fixed on her son's slightly confused eyes and weak body, and her face was full of deep worry and concern.

She gently stroked Matthews' forehead, and her words revealed endless tenderness: "Matthews, my child, how do you feel?"

From her expression and tone, one can deeply feel her deep affection and endless worries for her son. "Come, drink some hot porridge to warm yourself up."

After watching Matthews drink the porridge, she carefully helped him lie down and repeatedly told him to have a good rest.

Matthews fell into a deep sleep after he lay down. He had a long dream. In the dream, he was the second son of an earl, with noble blood and honorable status. He became a powerful knight, wearing armor, holding a lance, and riding a tall horse.