Chapter 2: Awakening in the Bedroom
In a dark, crumbling room, the scent of dust and decay hung thick in the air. The cracked ceiling above let in faint trickles of light, casting eerie shadows across the faded, dull walls. Silence reigned—until a subtle rustling broke it.
A boy with violet hair stirred on the cold, stone floor. His fingers twitched. Slowly, his sapphire-blue eyes fluttered open.
Aarav blinked, dazed. His vision was blurry at first, shapes swimming like ghosts in the gloom. He tried to sit up, but his body ached deeply. Everything felt foreign.
Where am I...?
Before he could gather his thoughts, a strange, robotic voice echoed in his mind:
"HOST HAS ACQUIRED THE BODY. INITIATING SYSTEM INSTALLATION..."
Numbers and progress bars flashed in his vision:
01%... 10%... 45%... 80%... 95%, 96%, 97%, 98%... 100%
"SYSTEM INSTALLATION COMPLETE. WELCOME, HOST."
Aarav gasped and looked around in shock. "What... what is this voice in my head?"
The voice returned, calmer this time:
"Greetings, Host. I am your system, now bound to you until your final breath. From this moment on, we are two souls sharing one body."
His eyes widened. "Two souls...? What does that even mean?!"
"This is the Necrosoul System," the voice replied. "I will assist you in becoming stronger—tracking your condition, aiding your recovery, and unlocking powers tied to death itself."
Aarav's breath caught in his throat. Could this be... the Divine One's gift? he wondered.
But no reply came.
After a few moments of silence, he finally asked, "You said you'll help me become strong. But how exactly? What can you do?"
The system answered promptly:
"As your personal assistant, I monitor your health, stats, and growth. I provide detailed feedback on your condition and grant access to powerful skills as you progress."
"So... can you show me my stats or something?" Aarav asked, still skeptical.
"Certainly. Displaying system interface."
Before him, a glowing 3D window materialized in midair. It was translucent and futuristic, filled with data.
[SYSTEM INTERFACE]
Name: Aarav
Class: Necromancer
Race: Human
Age: 16
Level: 1
STATE:
Strength: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 4
Endurance: 2
Charm: 1
Aarav read everything twice, frowning. "Wait a second... Necromancer? I'm actually a Necromancer now? And what's with Level 1? That's so low."
The system responded:
"Your current power level is basic. There are 100 levels in total. Level 1 is… extremely weak. You must grow quickly if you wish to survive."
Aarav sighed deeply, feeling overwhelmed. He leaned back against the cold wall. Just then, the system spoke again:
"Host, would you like to learn more about your class?"
"Yes. Please tell me everything."
"Class: Necromancer — One who commands the undead. Your power comes from death itself."
[Summon Count: 0]
Aarav's eyes lit up. "So... I really am the Undead Overlord now. That sounds... insane."
"System," he asked curiously, "how do I control the undead?"
"As a Necromancer, you possess the skill to revive and bind the dead to your will."
"Would you like to view your skill list, Host?"
"Yes," he whispered.
The glowing screen shifted.
[SKILLS]
Dead Control → Allows you to raise and control one corpse.
Activation: Drop a small amount of blood on any part of a dead body.
Slots: 2
Success Rate: 50%
Skill Upgrade Requirement: Kill 10 living beings.
Aarav frowned, deep in thought. "System... what do 'slots' and 'success rate' mean exactly?"
The system's tone grew sharper:
"Host, do you truly lack this level of common sense?"
Aarav scowled. "Hey! What do you mean by that?!"
"I mean: 'Slots' refers to how many undead you can control at once. 'Success Rate' is your chance to successfully raise a corpse. Understood?"
He looked away, slightly embarrassed. "Okay... yeah, that makes sense."
Trying to change the subject, Aarav asked, "You said you monitor my health. What's my condition right now?"
"Severe. You have multiple internal injuries. Both legs are fractured. You're currently unable to stand without aid."
"So... it's that bad," Aarav muttered, sighing.
The system's tone turned gentler.
"If you wish, Host, I can help you recover."
His eyes lit up. "How? Can you heal me?"
"Yes. I possess a rare ability capable of healing any injury—as long as your heart still beats. Even fatal wounds can be undone."
Aarav leaned forward. "What's the catch?"
"Unfortunately, I cannot tell you the cost at your current level. This ability is powerful, but it comes at a price too great for you now. It is your last resort—use it only when absolutely necessary."
He nodded slowly. "Understood. I won't use it... not yet."
"Wise decision, Host."
A few seconds later, the system spoke again.
"However, I can still assist in accelerating your natural healing. Would you like me to activate basic recovery boost? It's free and can be used once per day."
Aarav smiled faintly. "Yes, please."
A warm sensation flowed through his limbs. The pain in his legs dulled slightly. Muscles loosened. His body no longer screamed with agony.
"Much better," he whispered.
Just then, the system asked:
"Host, would you like to recover the memories of the previous soul that once lived in this body?"
He paused. "Wait... you can do that?"
"Yes. The original soul's memories are stored within. Would you like access?"
"Yes. It might help me understand more."
Darkness enveloped his mind. A large screen appeared before him, playing out moments from Aarav's past—the real Aarav.
Aarav's vision darkened. The world faded into a silent void.
Then—light. A dim kitchen. Faint laughter.
A younger version of himself—the original Aarav—sat at the table, legs swinging. His mother, wearing an oversized apron, knelt in front of him, holding up a broken toy.
"You know what I always say, Aarav?"
"Even broken things can still smile…"
She smiled. Tired, but radiant.
"That's right. And no matter how hurt you are—if you're still breathing, you can still rise."
"Even if everyone leaves me?"
Her eyes shimmered. She cupped his cheek gently.
"I will never leave you. Not even if the whole world turns away."
The memory cracked—glitching into tears, screams, blood.
🔚 Transition Back to Present:
Aarav gasped as the vision ended. His throat was tight. Something hot stung his eyes, but he blinked it away.
"That boy… He wasn't weak. He was just alone."
Then he see
His mother's face. The laughter. The bullying. The beatings. The final tear.
Aarav watched in silence. His expression shifted from curiosity... to sorrow... then to rage.
This life wasn't truly his.
But those memories... they were now part of him.
He clenched his fists.
"This world broke him... But I will break the world."
And so, in the depths of a forgotten bedroom, a new Necromancer was born—not just of death, but of wrath.
End of Chapter 2 – Awakening in the Bedroom
📌 Author's Note – Chapter 2: Awakening in the Bedroom
Thank you for reading Chapter 2 of Born to Raise the Dead!
This chapter marks the true beginning of Aarav's transformation. The body may be the same, but the soul inside it? That's someone entirely new—driven by mystery, power, and the will to never be weak again.
The Necrosoul System has been installed. Stats are low. Skills are few. But the path of the Necromancer has just opened.
🧠 What did you think of the system interface?
💀 Are you excited to see Aarav's first undead summon?
🩸 And that mysterious healing skill with a hidden cost... would you dare use it?
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From this point on, it's no longer about survival…
It's about domination.
See you in Chapter 3.
— SoulRifters