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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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Jay had started getting experience point notifications, but he decided to ignore them until he went to reset the dungeon, otherwise it would be bugging him all day.

Of course, if anyone knew that getting experience was annoying him, they would probably slap him in the face and curse at him.

After getting the message to head to the adventurer association, he crawled up the hill and was finally here.

"Hello dear” Margaret smiled, seeing Jay walk into the lobby of the adventurer association. “You’re here a bit early today?” she chuckled.

“Hi. Yeah I guess? I was told to report here.” Jay misunderstood her joke but smiled anyway.

“Hmm, let me see…” Margaret checked some notes behind the counter “You have been summoned… for a lesson with Viladore today.”

“Oh right, I forgot about the lessons.. Shall I go to his office?”

Margaret almost chuckled, seeing a student forget about having a lesson with the infamous Viladore. Jay was the first to take these lessons so lightly.