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Chapter 1

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"Sandru, Sandru, wake up!"

While still half-asleep, Liu Zhi heard this voice ringing in his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but found his eyelids felt unusually heavy, no matter how hard he tried to open them.

Then the voice continued, "This is your last chance, you must make the most of it..."

Before the voice had even finished, Liu Zhi shouted loudly, feeling as if his head was about to explode. A large amount of information and memories flooded his mind, some complete and some chaotic, some reasonable and some absurd.

After rolling on the ground for a moment, Liu Zhi gradually calmed down. At the same time, he roughly understood what had happened. The moment he could open his eyes, he couldn't help but say,

"There's no need for a last chance, the poor Sandru has no more chances left."

It turned out that this was a graduation test for a necromancer named Sandru. The unfortunate Sandru had already failed three times. If he failed again, he would forever wander in the Netherworld, becoming part of its backdrop.

But what no one expected was that Sandru, who was proud and arrogant, had become somewhat delusional after the first three failures. He forcibly initiated a more difficult graduation test, which resulted in his being reduced to ashes, inadvertently benefiting Liu Zhi, who had accidentally crossed over.

After sorting out the general situation, Liu Zhi didn't have time to thoroughly examine Sandru's fragmented memories before he was thrown out and crashed heavily onto the floor.

Then a strong smell of the sea hit him. In the midst of the swaying, Liu Zhi finally came to his senses. He found himself in a wooden cabin, having just fallen off a hammock and landed on a stack of boxes.

Climbing to his feet, Liu Zhi struggled to regain his balance, but the ship continued to rock, and the sound of chaotic footsteps occasionally came from outside the cabin.

Before he could sort through the memories of this body, Liu Zhi pushed open the cabin door and spoke in a strange language,

"What's happening outside?"

"It's pirates. Civilians, go hide below deck. If we fail, offer your cargo to the pirates; it might save your life," one of the ragged sailors, holding a curved sword, answered Liu Zhi's question as they passed by the cabin door, laughing and joking.

Of course, they didn't linger, quickly heading to the deck. Only one sailor turned back and said, "Draw your sword and guard your things. If the pirates break in, protect your cabin yourself."

After closing the cabin door again, Liu Zhi grabbed a sailor's curved sword from under the hammock, feeling slightly more at ease. Only then did he begin to sort through the memories of this body.

This body was also named Sandru, a noble descendant, quite handsome with a head of golden hair inherited from his family. Because his family was so poor, he had sold all his assets and joined a ship to seek his fortune in the East.

This time, he had rented a cabin on the Cisalpine Silver Fleet to transport his years of earnings, planning to sell them back in Cisalpine.

This was a standard practice for many impoverished nobles in the 17th century to turn their fortunes around.

However, Sandru was possessed not because his name was the same as the necromancer Sandru, but because he had inadvertently purchased a peculiar item while doing business in South America.

It was this item that caught Sandru's attention, leading him to place his last hope on this impoverished noble.

After reviewing all the memories, Liu Zhi hurriedly searched through the boxes in the cabin. These were the spices and valuable items that the noble Sandru had gradually acquired in South America.

To ensure these items didn't get damp at sea, Sandru had thought of many ways, fearing even the slightest damage to his assets.

To protect his cargo, Sandru had brought enough dry rations and weapons, staying in the cabin day and night, never leaving for fear that someone would sneak in and steal his things.

If the cabin hadn't been so small and he hadn't brought so many items, Sandru would have even considered opening the boxes daily to count his cargo.

Even without opening the boxes, Sandru had a deep memory of what was in each one, making it easier for Liu Zhi to search. He moved a few large boxes from the side of the hammock and took out a small box hidden among them.

This small box was the most valuable item in Sandru's luggage. Opening it, he found various gems wrapped in cotton.

Carefully moving some of the gems aside, Liu Zhi took out a peculiar golden pendant.

The pendant was clearly Mayan in style, depicting the face of a sun god with small red rubies embedded in the eyes and surrounded by ancient and mysterious hieroglyphs.

The item looked quite old and felt warm to the touch.

Holding it, several thoughts involuntarily came to Liu Zhi's mind.

He seemed to be able to use this as material to communicate with the deceased Inca Emperor Atahualpa. If he agreed to help fulfill Atahualpa's curse and kill the descendants of the traitor Francisco Pizarro, Liu Zhi could summon the spirit of an Inca warrior as his servant using this treasure.

Or he could obtain the training methods for jungle panther warriors from the Incas, or even use this item to merge the spirit of an Inca warrior with his own body, gaining all the abilities of the spirit.

Playing with the pendant back and forth, Liu Zhi felt puzzled. This was a good item, and any of the three choices would be sufficient for a good start. However, it didn't seem worth Sandru risking his life. From the fragmented memories left in Liu Zhi's mind, Sandru's previous three graduation tests had similar choices.

With this doubt, Liu Zhi searched through the fragmented memories and soon found some different clues.

The pendant seemed to allow communication with the deceased Atahualpa, engaging in some form of spiritual exchange.

After that, all the clues abruptly ended, leaving only fragmented memories with words like "earthly kingdom," "pyramid," and "ruins," which couldn't form a complete narrative.

This surprised Liu Zhi. He was just about to try the method Sandru had left for communicating with spirits when the ship shook again.