Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

The debates were intense and thoughtful, with each candidate having their supporters among the Gods.

The villagers in the Villages didn't know why all the new gods had suddenly locked themselves inside a house. They even wondered if the guests were talking about leaving the village since they had stayed here for quite a few days.

Soon, every god was asked to vote for who they thought should lead the collective group. Moreover, the voting wasn't secret. It was done with a show of hands for each of the candidates.

Within a few minutes, the results of the votes were clear. The competition was mainly between the God who had the ability to manipulate time, and the aid of Caen. The other two candidates received too few votes to be of any challenge.

Unfortunately, in the end, it was the aid of Caen who won the battle, albeit by only two votes difference, becoming the temporary leader of the group that everyone had to listen to.

The Neutral Gods were frustrated, but it was an agreement that they couldn't refuse now. They agreed to listen to the new leader of the group, known as Qiera.

Qiera smiled confidently, as if he already knew that this was going to be the outcome. His first instructions were just as everyone thought. They were to search for Caen!

Other than the Children, all the Gods were to leave this place and search every lower world until they found Caen.

Half an hour later, the door of the house opened and everyone stepped out. Some looked quite happy, while the others had frustration clearly written on their faces.

The search territory was finalized, and each of them received hundreds of lower worlds that they had to search through, a task which was hard even for gods, especially since they couldn't use their Divinity excessively.

For the rest of the day, the Neutral Gods spent time with the Villagers, telling them that most of them were going to be leaving the village. Only two gods were to be left behind in the village to take care of the Children.

The Villagers felt quite sad that their Village which had just started revitalizing and was full of life was losing such nice people. However, they didn't try to stop them. Instead, they thanked all the gods who told them that they were going to return soon.

At night, another celebration was held like a farewell party for the gods who were to leave. The festival lasted the entire night, where the Villagers drank without stopping, eventually passing out.

The Villagers only woke up late in the morning, feeling a headache. They rubbed their heads as they stood up. The village appeared very empty. It was clear that the people had left already. They could only see a few guests and the children left behind, that weren't meant to leave.

"I hope you all return soon..." The Village Head commented. He had faith that the guests were going to return. In his mind, this Village was their home as well now.

"Huh? What is that?" While the Village head was lost in thought, a loud yell caught his attention. He looked in the direction, noticing a villager pointing towards the sky.

The Village Head frowned, and he looked above. However, as soon as he raised his head, a cold droplet of water fell on his cheek.

High in the sky, he could see dark clouds that he hadn't seen before. He touched the droplet of water on his face in disbelief.

For a moment, he even wondered if he was dreaming. It had been an eternity since he saw this! He soon realized it wasn't a dream! It was actually raining in this village! More and more water drops basked in the dried up ground.

In his disbelief and happiness, the Village Head didn't even notice as his tears kept falling. His heart filled with immense gratitude as he watched the rain rejuvenate the once barren landscape.

His tears mixed with the rain that was washing his face. He didn't move an inch, even as he was drenched in water. He couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and hope wash over him, knowing that this rainfall brought a chance for new life and prosperity to his village.

The villagers emerged from their homes, their faces mirroring the same astonishment and joy. It was as if this was the start of a new era of this village.

Far away from the Village, the group of Gods stood together, looking toward the Village. They hadn't left yet. Before they left, they wanted to leave a gift behind for these villagers.

As the rain became even more intense, the gods turned their back on the village.

All of them created a new portal, entering in a different spatial tunnel from her other. All of them had a different area in this vast universe to Search... A search that felt like it was going to take an eternity.

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The world was at peace for the time being. However, not many people knew that that was just the silence before the storm, where most of the powerful people were busy, getting stronger.

Karyk was still in the Ancestral Temple, going through a myriad of lives, feeling as if he was going crazy with each passing moment.

On the other hand, Gabriel was in the Abyss, mastering the control of the Dragon Heart, learning from Ezekiel. With each passing day, his strength was growing by leaps and bounds.

The Rebel Gods in the Realm of Gods were busy with their own training and research into the past of Gabriel. On the other hand, the Gods who had escaped from the Realm of Gods were busy roaming through the universe in search of Caen and Janus who were supposed to lead them to a war.

A search had begun around the world for Caen. No one knew that Caen had just arrived in a world that had a significant connection with the Realm of Gods.

Caen had arrived in Modern Earth, along with the Young Gods…