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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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373 Chs

The Travelling Nightmare

A jagged stone dagger was about to come down on Jay.

Lying in his bed, Jay didn’t even have the time to put his hands up; his reactions were slow, his body felt numb.

Something was wrong. It was so hard to even breathe, let alone move.

Jay knew he could take the stab wound due to his large health pool, but that was not what alarmed him - it was the strange feeling of sleeplessness in his body, the paralysis.

His helminth stopped squeezing him as he woke up and Jay instantly knew it wanted permission to attack.

His thoughts rushed and time seemed to slow down, the ethereal helminth was immediately given permission with only the traces of a fleeting semi-coherent thought.

And then it all happened in a fraction of a second.

Just as the dagger was about to be brought down near Jay’s neck, the ghostly glowing slender skull of the helminth appeared, as if a harbinger of darkness or a spirit of the dead.