No! I don't want to be a Super Necromancer!

Damien studied the towering guardian beast carefully. Fluffy sat down with exaggerated dignity, towering like a mighty bone-sculpted statue.

He cleared his massive throat, sending wisps of necrotic smoke drifting lazily upward, and began in a dramatic tone.

"Ahem! Gather 'round, my young disciples and mom," Fluffy began, giving Blackie an exaggeratedly wary look. "Let me tell you of the legendary Cosmic Battlefield!"

Rage Monkey immediately plopped down, eyes wide with excitement, tail wagging like a child at storytime. Blackie sat regally to the side, carefully maintaining her aloof demeanor, while Damien stood with arms folded, patiently attentive.

"Long before my master existed, or even his master's master's master's master—that's like, ancient history squared—there was a war of such catastrophic proportions it makes the battles you've seen look like mild disagreements among kittens." Fluffy puffed his chest proudly, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Imagine, if you dare," he continued grandly, "seventeen enormous planets orbiting a single supergiant star, each planet itself a theater of endless carnage. These worlds are stuffed, literally overflowing with the remains of warriors from every conceivable race!

Humans, dragons, demons, angels, elves, orcs, fairies, anything you can dream up, they've got it! Many warriors fell with their armor still glittering, weapons clenched tightly even in death. We're talking legendary blades, enchanted spears, armor forged by ancient masters, just lying around like discarded toys."

Rage Monkey gasped audibly. "You mean... free loot everywhere?"

Fluffy nodded sagely. "Indeed, young monkey brother. However, let's not get ahead of ourselves. These worlds are dangerous, each planet entirely unique.

One world is an endless ocean, filled with the fallen remains of titanic sea beasts and warriors still clutching their aquatic weaponry.

Another planet is a frozen wasteland, with crystal glaciers and creatures perfectly preserved in ice, ready to shatter and awaken at a necromancer's whim.

There's even a volcanic inferno world, where entire armies of armored demons and elemental warriors lie encased in obsidian, forever locked in the final moments of fiery struggle."

Damien raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "And the dead fill these worlds completely?"

"Absolutely," Fluffy affirmed dramatically. "The surface, underground caves, oceans, sky castles… you name it. They battled literally everywhere. And while all these worlds brim with death energy, not all are created equal."

Fluffy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "You have three worlds fit for beginners. Weak beasts, easy prey, suitable for fledgling necromancers to harvest undead minions and boost their strength.

Then you have ten intermediate worlds. These ones vary in difficulty. Some planets have dragons and demons with respectable power. Others boast warlords of ancient civilizations, each holding weapons that can shake continents."

Fluffy paused, his tone suddenly ominous. "But the final four worlds—ah, these are strictly forbidden worlds, filled with beasts so unimaginably strong that merely waking one could spell your doom. Ancient titans, elder dragons, archangels fallen in combat, demon kings and queens from the abyss, all just waiting to rise again. It's said that merely entering one of these forbidden worlds can drive a weaker necromancer mad from sheer terror."

Rage Monkey scratched his head nervously. "Then, uh… why would anyone go there?"

Fluffy leaned down, massive head inches from the monkey. "Power, little brother. Infinite, glorious power. Many necromancers venture into the battlefield. Some return with a powerful undead beast, instantly enhancing their reputation and strength. But be warned!"

Fluffy roared dramatically, sending chills down the spine of his captivated audience. "Many enter, few return! Most necromancers overestimate themselves. They revive a creature beyond their control, only to have it immediately consume them. Ironically, this means the Cosmic Battlefield is already teeming with undead, wandering about, waiting to consume the foolish."

He sat back, shaking his head mournfully. "Such arrogance… the downfall of many. My dear master, the Gravewalker himself, learned this lesson in a painful way. In his youth, he swept easily through beginner and intermediate worlds, amassing tremendous power and knowledge. Eventually, he ventured into the first forbidden world, confident he could conquer any opponent."

"What happened?" Damien prompted carefully.

Fluffy sighed dramatically. "He lasted mere minutes. Within moments, an ancient creature beyond imagination rose, wounding him so grievously he barely escaped with his life. He withdrew, desperate, and soon afterward, established inheritance sites—like this one—across multiple worlds to pass on his knowledge before succumbing to his wounds."

Damien nodded slowly, processing the implications. "So, to enter this battlefield, I need a key held by the first inheritor?"

"Exactly," Fluffy confirmed. "Whoever holds that key controls access. Find them, take it, or persuade them politely, and the Cosmic Battlefield becomes your playground. But be very careful, Damien. Remember my master's fate."

Damien met Fluffy's gaze steadily. "I'll remember."

Rage Monkey bounced excitedly. "Brother Fluffy, surely you've visited these worlds yourself?"

Fluffy cleared his throat, suddenly awkward. "Ahem… let's just say I'm very famous among many worlds. Why, merely speaking my name causes creatures to tremble uncontrollably—"

"Isn't your name 'Fluffy'?" Blackie interjected dryly, smirking slightly.

Fluffy's jaw snapped shut. "Well, yes, but it's a mighty name! Feared in multiple worlds! Truly!"

Damien shook his head slowly, his voice level and firm. "Enough boasting. Fluffy, how do we find this first inheritor?"

Fluffy paused, for once genuinely thoughtful. "It's... complicated. The Gravewalker chose his first inheritor with extreme care. It wouldn't be just anyone. They would be powerful, elusive, and deeply in tune with death itself."

He lifted one claw dramatically. "But Guardian Beasts like myself were created with a shared resonance. We're bound by our master's imprint. If someone has interacted with another Guardian like me, or if they've earned that beast's loyalty, I'll feel it. I'll know."

Damien's eyes narrowed, his focus sharpening like a blade. "Then we find them. And we start tracking now."

Fluffy nodded, wings flaring open with grand, theatrical flair. "Excellent! I, Fluffy, guardian supreme, shall lead this noble fellowship into legend! Let our glorious march begin!"

Rage Monkey clapped eagerly. "Lead the way, Brother Fluffy! We follow your glorious fluff!"

Blackie sighed, brushing nonexistent dust from her shoulder. "How did we come to this? I was a terrifying apex dragon. Now I'm tagging along with a monkey and a bone-covered loudmouth named Fluffy."

Damien turned toward the temple exit, his steps silent, deliberate. The shadows parted as if sensing the shift in his intent.

"The first inheritor passed through the Shadow Temple," he said, voice cold and steady. "That means they're from Earth. And that means they've been preparing, longer than me, maybe stronger than me. But I'm not here to follow. I'm here to claim what's mine."

His eyes narrowed, death energy stirring faintly at his fingertips.

"Let's move. The hunt begins."