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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

Trapped

In the upper parts of the Snake raven inn, a fat merchant rubbed his hands together cunningly. He imagined mountains of gold as he prepared for tomorrow.

“Boy!” he called out to Hess.

“S-sir?”

“Did you finish polishing and cleaning all the goods?”

“Almost, sir.”

“What? You should’ve finished by now!” Bertram sighed. “It needs to get done!” he said with a poisonous voice as Hess left the room with his head lowered.

Leaning back in his chair, he had a puff from a cigar. Clearly, he wasn’t as angry as he led Hess to believe, but he had an extremely short temper with Hess, while he would never yell angrily at anyone else. Perhaps because he knew he could get away with it.

Bertram turned his chair and looked out the rose glass windows of the inn. He knew that a military escort was coming, bringing with them even more naïve adventurers - these were Bertram’s prey.