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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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Sealed

*Boom!~*

A wave of pressure rolled through the forest, but its only living inhabitant was shocked awake.

“Ah, what?” Jay raised his head off his arm, still asleep on the edge of the stream.

Since he was lying on the ground, his whole body felt the tremor and it was enough to startle him awake.

“What the fuck am I doing...” he said to himself.

“Get up.” he thought.

Noticing his arm, he quickly remembered. The little parasites in the boil were still curled up into little balls. Thankfully it seemed that they had used up all of their reserves of whatever they were pumping into Jay's blood and he felt mostly normal again.

Physically normal anyway.

Mentally, he was bitter, angry, annoyed, pissed off. Much more than he should be.

Jay let his anger out.

“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Pick up the throne and keep moving” he bitterly spat orders at his skeletons as he went to sit on his throne.