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My Necromancer Class

Jay was merely an abandoned butcher’s son, living in a small village on the outskirts of a magical world. When humans came of age, they would receive their class from a mana conduit, granting them magic powers, and begin their lives as adventurers. “Status,” Thought Jay, checking his class. [Necromancer Level 1] “...I’m a Necromancer?” His eyes widened in shock. Looking around in fear, he breathed a sigh of relief. No one heard him. This was a monster class, and one of the more powerful monsters at that; a powerful being which raised the dead to fight on its behalf. If anyone knew, they would hunt Jay down and kill on sight. He was not just a threat to the authority of the nobles, but to all living things. “But am I a monster now? Or human? I guess it doesn’t matter. They’ll kill me all the same.” Jay had only one option: to get stronger, building his necrotic powers up so that he may one day become untouchable. Through plotting, secrecy, and sometimes by sheer carnage, he can only attempt to survive in this hostile world. Join Jay as he struggles against all odds and misfortune, against a world that wants him dead, as he secretly rises and bends this world to his will.

Aero182 · Fantasy
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'Free' was an overstatement - he was still trapped inside the mushroom cap after all, drowning in a syrup-like acid.

Still, he looked on the bright side in such situations, to mentally keep himself going.

“Nice to move again.” he thought, gripping the wall of the mushroom and trying to tear away a chunk of its flesh, yet to no avail.

In all this he had not panicked, but soon his own suit of armour which had kept him safe all this time sent him a message which did:

[Internal air supply - depleting]

[Air left: 1.3 hours]

His thoughts began to spin rapidly in his mind.

“Fuck. How far away are they?”

“No way to tell how far away they are.”

“All I can do is conserve my air.” he shook his head, “I should have filled up my air reserves to the brim. Too late to think about that now.”

“Save my oxygen... or find a way out.”

Channeling some mana into his suit, he first tried to punch his way out.