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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 Crucible Experiment

Jay stood with Red at the entrance of the tower, waiting for his skeletons to clear out the inside.

A few moments passed and no exp notifications came through, and soon enough the skeletons returned.

“Alright, let’s get this root cut, it won’t cut itself.” Jay turned as the skeletons came out.

Blue was the last to exit, and instead of helping to cut the root, it presented something to Jay.

“Hmm? Oh…” Jay was surprised, as he had told the skeletons to take whatever they wanted for themselves.

Blue held out a tattered-looking diary. It’s original leather bindings did not do well at withstanding the test of time, and only a few pages had survived, as they were coated with a waxy substance.

“Where did you find this?” Jay said, flipping through the worn-out, tattered pages.

Blue simply pointed its sword up to the top of the tower.

“Nice work.” Jay nodded at Blue.