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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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The blood-vine bear had been caught in the mushrooms.

Just like the glade deer, it body was soon suspended in the air; its legs hanging with large balls of red fruit and dead lizards weaved into the mess.

Unlike the glade deer, the bear was now attached to many mushroom tendrils, more than what was possible for a lone animals. Red was diligent if nothing else.

Its fur was pulled tight, and the vines were still trying to fight back as they sunk into the beasts skin, but it was for nothing. The bear had already given its all.

It seemed that the red fruit even penetrated the flesh and went down to mixing with bone as it grew into every crack, as not only flesh was pulled away.

The body of the bear was like a rag-doll as it was pulled tight.

Pieces of flesh were ripped out by the mushroom tendrils in some places, while others caused its bone to dislocate and soon enough it ripped away limbs.

Life left the bears eyes, but not a single drop of blood fell from its wounds.