Necromancer-self-taught, or deadly opportunity

In the life of each cadet of the Military Academy, there is a moment of understanding: they are not looking for good from good, selflessness is simply not shown and, saving the team of players, they do not include themselves, because it is fraught ... all the more before the very games of death. And it’s not scary if the insight comes late, worse, if this truth is conveyed by an evil red-haired Tao-Do, forced to go to the suicide bombers after you. And now the impudent metamorph, who imagines himself a mentor, dares to chase me, Twilight Namin, on the landfill, throw me to piranha and sparkled dogs, to anger and pile up in every possible way, because I am supposedly in the team the weakest, short-lived, nondescript link ... This is Me?