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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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Asra's Revenge

Asra gingerly touched the wound on her leg, feeling some of it scabbing. Most of the charred flesh had disappeared, and the wound no longer seeped fluids.

She glanced up and noticed Dark, the assassin skeleton, standing in the corner of the room. It had made it to them and stood silently, watching them both, though Hegatha ignored the small skeleton and completed the healing session, pulling her hand back with a grunt.

“Geh, that’s enough.” Hegatha said, and got up to go outside.

Asra sat up from the table and followed Sweeper out after her, watching as Hegatha walked back and forward on the island, checking the edges of it for something—presumably searching for more ‘food’ washed up from the storm.

Yet, Asra’s eyes were soon drawn across the water, looking for any signs of Jay, expecting him to appear. It was still overcast with clouds, and the fog was returning but she waited in the doorway, not risking a sunburn.