The Necromancer's Ancestral System

Prologue

"-aito... Saito! SAITO WAKE UP!!" He jolts awake to the sound of his personal alarm. He puts his face in his hand and sighs, "Just another day..." he looks around his messy room in disgust but feels no desire to do anything about it. He flops back onto his bed and closes his eyes. "Why did I have to wake up again..?" He huffs and finally swings himself off the bed and heads to the washroom and washes himself up for the day. He looks in the mirror and frowns at his handsome appearance. "Why can't you grow a beard, face?" He rubs his chin and curses at the bad luck. His eyes are a bright blue and yellow Hazel while his shoulder-length hair is a chestnut brown with a silk like quality. It has been 8 years since he moved to another prefecture after the death of his family. "Someday... Someday I will avenge you all..!" The fierce look on his face soon faded, replaced with a gentle smile as his mask renews itself. "WELP! Time to go to work!"

5 minutes later......

"Alright, time to login." He pulls up the game he loves to play to destress. A game called "Dungeons of Yalmor" of his own creation. A VRMMORPG. His baby. "Heh! Now then, let's see who we can help out today!" He smiles as he puts on the VR helmet. He smirks as he swings his mage staff around, feeling the heft of it. He has a ingame currency to real currency system that allows a person to allocate money from the game and bring it into the real world at a 1:10 ratio. For every 10 Calp (Calpite/Copper), you get ¥1,500. For every 10 Srv (Servite/Silver) you get ¥7,400. 10 10 Yem (Gold), you got ¥15,000. He had to make the system that way to throw off the competition and also build capital. Bringing in income in such a way satisfies him so thoroughly, it helps him forget his pain at least for a little while.
As he walks around the Virtual world, he is taking a hands on approach to help players out rather than sitting back and letting them figure it out on their own, so in turn; he built a modest, but well-built community with a few shareholders and some background developers to help out, giving the game a following of over a 57 million in a couple of years. He thought back to the beginning of it and remembered that it was a harsh time for him as he didn't eat nor sleep.

He only worked on the game, trying to keep himself sane. His mother's screams still echo in his ears to this day as do the rest of his family's. He was helpless to stop any of the tragedy and was locked in the basement by his father for his protection. He would be lying to himself if he were to say he wasn't spoiled as he was the favorite and the most promising for carrying on the family name. The traditional style family was interrupted by his father's choice of wife and it was that he married an American woman. His father's father and his father's mother were both very accepting of his choice due to how his mother carried herself and made herself useful. A family of scholars and one philosopher, being his mother. Everyone got along from what he could remember and he was raised under a secret sect's code of honor. "NEVER stop fighting. NEVER give up. NEVER give in." This became his motto and his word of honor as he applied it in many ways. His Grandfather taught him to weild a sword which he had talent in, but, his true passion lay in knowledge of the Arcane and Occult, which led to his Grandmother training him as well. He was filled with Powerful Ki that helped to develop his body and sharpen his mind. He reached a point where he was able to sit back every now and then and play video games, so he used them to relax, despite the pursuit of knowledge being his true passion. He was practicing one day and his father rushed out to the yard and grabbed him, picking him up like it was nothing and explaining that he was only doing this to protect him and that he loved him very much just before throwing him down into the basement. He told him to stay quiet no matter what. He was 17 at that time and he was by no means small. His father didn't look like much, but was highly intelligent and was extremely powerful. Not much in looks but had a good character. His father then turned and locked the door before his footsteps faded away. Not even a minute later, there were screams and the energy of his home was tainted with blood. He could hear his father fighting and his mother screaming, the screams were terrible as he yanked at the door over and over until his hands split open, but to no avail. He was unable to help and unable to die with his family and as such was stuck inside a purgatory of suffering.