[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-harem-of-dangerous-and-crazy-women-as-a-reinc":3,"chapter-my-harem-of-dangerous-and-crazy-women-as-a-reinc-my-harem-of-dangerous-and-crazy-women-as-a-reinc-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},751463,997,"Chapter 12: My New Stalker is A High-Rank Assassin","my-harem-of-dangerous-and-crazy-women-as-a-reinc-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>The entrance to the Pit of the Forgotten was exactly as ominous as its name suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an enormous hole torn open in the earth, surrounded by black stones covered in runes that glowed with a sickly light, as if the magic itself were diseased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air rising from the depths was cold and damp, thick with a stench of death so intense that even Mark, inhabiting the body of a necromancer supposedly accustomed to such things, found it deeply unpleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the entrance, the bones of previous adventurers formed a kind of macabre decoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Home sweet home,’ Mark thought, with a sarcasm that barely concealed his nerves. ’Nothing says welcome like a welcome mat made of corpses.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" Ely said in an unusually grave tone, \"I can sense multiple presences inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are they stronger than you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not individually... but there are many of them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then you’ll have to be careful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I always am, Master. You know your safety is my absolute priority.\" Ely paused briefly. \"I would die... well, I would die again before I let anything happen to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark almost smiled at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never imagined anyone would say something like that about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s go. The sooner we go in, the sooner we can get out of this place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them descended a stone staircase that seemed to go on forever, each step more worn than the last, as if hundreds of feet had passed over them across the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first few meters, the darkness became absolute. So dense it seemed to have weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Mark’s eyes — adapted to the gloom by his class — could still make out shapes in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there were many shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skeletons lined the walls like soldiers in formation, their empty sockets tracking his progress with an attentiveness that shouldn’t have been possible for lifeless bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghosts drifted in the corners, whispering words in languages Mark didn’t recognize and yet somehow understood: warnings, curses, pleas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless creatures — with no name in any human tongue — crawled along the floor, amalgamations of bone and rotting flesh that left trails of something he preferred not to identify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet... none of them attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why aren’t they attacking me? They should be trying to tear me apart right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They can sense it, Master. Your aura. To them, you are... a lord of the undead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s... incredibly useful, I suppose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They continued descending. With each level, the air grew colder, heavier, as if they were sinking into an ocean of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached a chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Columns made of bones held up the structure, each one formed from thousands of fused skeletons. And in the center, atop a black stone altar that seemed to absorb the light itself, lay a body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No... not just any body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark approached slowly, his heart hammering against his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore tight black-and-red clothing of the kind a professional assassin would use: practical, silent, designed for movement and stealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reddish hair, slightly long, spread around her head, and her face...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’She’s beautiful,’ Mark thought, and immediately felt guilty about thinking that about a corpse again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I keep finding dead women attractive?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her features were delicate, her figure slender. Her eyes remained closed beneath long lashes. Her lips, pale but perfectly defined, were slightly parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High cheekbones gave her an aristocratic air. And at her neck, barely visible beneath the collar of her outfit, was a mark Mark recognized instantly: the symbol of a kunai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" Ely said — and this time her voice was unmistakably jealous — \"what exactly are you staring at so intently?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Her. Who is she? What is an assassin doing in a place like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know. But I can sense that she died recently. Less than a day ago. Her life energy has barely dissipated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark examined the body more carefully, looking for the cause of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No visible wounds. No blood. No signs of violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if she had simply... stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if someone had flipped a switch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark checked her hands, her pockets, the folds of her clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny mark on her neck, almost imperceptible in the dim light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minuscule puncture, no bigger than the head of a pin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A trap? ...No. Probably an insect bite.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The irony was almost poetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So perfect it hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An assassin, probably trained from childhood to detect and avoid traps, brought down by a simple insect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she was distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she was tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe she just had bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The universe had a very twisted sense of humor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark looked at the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at Ely’s shadow, where she waited with barely contained impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back at the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I could revive her,’ Mark thought. ’The same way I did with Ely... and I’d have another powerful warrior under my control.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea was tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elite assassin, completely loyal, capable of eliminating threats before they even knew they existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was also risky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiding Ely was already hard enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two would double the problems... and the odds of being discovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" Ely said, cutting into his thoughts, \"are you considering what I think you’re considering?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe... do you have any objections?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t object. If you believe it’s necessary, I trust your judgment. But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing. Just... nothing. Do whatever you think is best, Master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something in Ely’s tone he couldn’t quite identify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jealousy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of being replaced?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe a mix of all three?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ely, are you alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m perfectly fine, Master. I’m always perfectly fine when I’m by your side. So please, do whatever you think is best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t sound fine at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mark decided to let it go for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark focused on the woman’s body and activated Wake Up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy flowed from his hand like ice water, sinking into the corpse with a gentleness that surprised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the woman’s eyes opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No iris. No pupil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were fixed directly on him with an intensity that made him hold his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Summon Successful]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Name: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Status: Undead (Partial)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loyalty: Absolute\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class: Assassin\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stats: [VIEW DETAILS]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark opened the details with a thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what he saw left him speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agility: 9,999\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endurance: 5,000\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stealth: 9,999\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-level statistics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specialized in agility and stealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Congratulations! You have reached Level 18]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[New Skill Unlocked: Mind Link (Lv. 1)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman sat up in one fluid motion, so silent Mark barely heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her black eyes studied him without expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Analyzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if deciding whether he was worth her attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" she said at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft, barely a whisper that seemed to blend into the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am at your service.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark swallowed and activated Consciousness Modification, focusing on the changes he wanted to make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories: She knows me. She has always known me. I am her master — the man who saved her from death. The only one who matters in her existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Personality: Silent. Loyal. Obedient. And...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Ely he had gone too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had made her obsessively in love with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was dealing with the consequences of that impulsive decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This time I’ll be more subtle...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy flowed and the changes were carved into what remained of the woman’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it was done, she blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time her expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a declaration of love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something more subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slight softening of her features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint warmth in her black eyes that had been completely empty before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" she repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time the word sounded different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More intimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s your name?\" Mark asked, his voice rougher than he intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head, considering the question with an almost misplaced seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My previous name... no longer matters. It belonged to someone who died. But if my Master wishes to give me a new one...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark thought for a moment — he needed something that fit her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yuki,\" Mark said at last. \"Your name is Yuki.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yuki,\" she repeated, savoring the name as if it were something precious. \"I like it... thank you, Master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master,\" Ely’s voice resonated in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time there was no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was jealous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deeply jealous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can we leave now? This place makes me feel... uncomfortable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Mark answered. \"We should go. We can come back later to finish exploring the dungeon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1453,"2026-06-02T12:17:11.678Z",1,"novelbin.me","be8f8f1c33a61b5d2274e343e0041dac81aab462128584f519cca38df21f593b","my-harem-of-dangerous-and-crazy-women-as-a-reinc-chapter-13","my-harem-of-dangerous-and-crazy-women-as-a-reinc-chapter-11",190,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-harem-of-dangerous-and-crazy-women-as-a-reinc-cover.jpg"]