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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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373 Chs

Adept Killers

Red had been in the portal for a long time, though there was no experience notification of it killing, and no death notifications of the skeleton.

It made Jay curious, but he stopped himself from poking his head through. For all he knew, the other side could be filled with poisonous gasses, or something there had encase the skeleton in ice. Trapped and helpless; unable to move, unable to die.

Without knowing what was on the other side, Jay would not so much as breath near the portal, let alone stick his hand through.

“I wonder if my [Host] ability would even work through a portal. I can’t even sense Red anymore.” he thought, watching the shimmering silvery surface.

Lamp and Handy finally cut open the root, while Jay watched from a safe distance.

However, his caution was for nothing.

The deep gash they made didn’t erupt in a deadly high-pressure jet, but it slowly seeped out.