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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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Corrupting Flame

Before Asra noticed Jay glancing at her, he turned back to his black-charred skeleton.

“Maybe if it had a shield, it wouldn’t have been completely engulfed in flames.” He thought, “I’ll get the elder skeletons to craft them shields after they have enough bone plates covering themselves.”

While he could have kept crafting their shields himself, he didn’t want to simply be the craftsman for an entire undead army. However, he decided he would continue to craft special items for his most prized undead - the ones he directly commanded.

The charred skeleton was only level one, and didn’t yet have the bone eater ability to heal itself from eating, and while Jay could have used [Shell Restoration] he saved his mana instead.

“I wonder if I can teach shell restoration to a skeleton?” he glanced at Archers, considering if he should try to teach it or even train it into a healing skeleton.