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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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[Bone Hammer Level 1] (Iron Bar)

[5 damage - crushing, bludgeoning]

[5% chance to stun or cripple targets - Dependant on point of impact]

[Lifespan - Requires necrotic essence to maintain it's form]

[Current lifespan: 4 hours]

“Ok, ok. Not bad. Pretty similar to my bone daggers but with one extra damage and a shorter lifespan, not that a short life is a problem anyway.

Jay got up and searched for a rock. Most of the ground was cracking dried-out soil, but after walking down the hill a little he found his first victim - a large rock.

*Thwack! - clingg*

The hammer made a ringing noise after he smashed it against the bare stone, but it came out much better than its target. A chunk of the rock had cracked and fell off, unable to withstand a single blow from his hammer.

“Nice.” Jay was satisfied, smiling at his hammer as he gripped it firmly and swinged it a few times.