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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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Craft

Walking along the narrow passage, it wasn’t long before the two feeble creatures in front paused and took a defensive stance.

A silt wolf greeted them from the shadows, pouncing with gnashing teeth which clamped on the cobalt-blue skeleton’s shoulder - yet this time it couldn’t even cause a crack in the skeleton’s bones; The skeleton responded in kind, snapping back with its own wolf's skull and causing the wolf to let out a whimper.

Jay could see the cobalt-blue teeth sinking into the wolf’s hide with ease, rending its flesh much more effectively than the bone daggers - he reasoned that after this fight, he would convert this wolf’s skeleton into cobalt-blue bone daggers, besides, Muffin would need a second dagger once they left the dungeon and didn’t have to carry the lamp anymore.

Jay felt quite at ease since they were in a narrow passage; he watched the fight between the two skeletons and the silt wolf as he stood there casually.