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Super Necromancer System

In a world full of caped superheroes, supervillains, and monsters, Aldrich is worthless. 95% of humanity has evolved to develop superpowers, but Aldrich is one of the rare few that has no powers at all. Because of his lack of powers, Aldrich suffers relentless bullying and discrimination. Society looks down on him as a burden. He is reminded everyday that he is better off dead than alive. Yet one day, at the height of his despair, after Aldrich is spat on, beaten, and broken, when it seems like everything is taken from him, a familiar screen appears in front of him: a screen from his favorite fantasy role playing game giving him the chance to wield the power he has only ever dreamed of. [Welcome, Host. Choose your Class:] [Class: Necromancer selected] Watch as Aldrich rises from weak to strong. From suffering to finding vengeance. From standing alone to commanding undead legions. From mere man to Lord of Death itself. ___ Feel free to hop into my discord to ask me questions about the story, get chapter updates, character images, and more! https://discord.gg/H7eb2CBPrB Chapter update schedule: 1 per day 5-7 Bonus chapters awarded over the week depending on powerstone and golden ticket rankings, up to a total of 14 chapters a week If you end up enjoying the book and want to give me a small tip, then here's my ko-fi! https://ko-fi.com/johndoever

John_Doever · Fantasy
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Breaking In

"Alright, if we're doing this, are we still doing it head on?" said Stella. "Blasting through the dome and drilling down the labs in one massive frontal."

"Yeah, that ain't changin'," said Clint. "But what does have to change is we gotta split up sooner than we thought. Fifth sword is dangerous as all hell still and trained to a razor's edge. And we got sensitive quarry here that I ain't takin' a risk gettin' hurt." He nodded over to Falco and Alan.

"I can hel-," began Falco.

"Nah. You respect me, doncha, kid? Then you gotta listen to me. You don't gotta take all the fights that are thrown your way," said Clint. He was stern, but not overly so as to be reprimanding. "Fifth sword's got some serious firepower - he can supercharge alcohol with energy, ignite it, and then breathe it out as vapor-flames that can easily torch dozens of fellas, melting em' down to the bone, and if that wasn't enough, poisonin' them.