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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.

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Approaching Threat 2

~Eevulen~

Vanderby, Linc and Estra set out on their journey towards Losla.

Their supplies were half-filled so they could maintain a moderate pace, though if they saw any animals crossing their paths it would certainly be their next meal.

“So what do you think he did? To attract a bounty this large?” Linc asked.

Vanderby answered, “No clue. Someone that far out probably has zero chance of offending a royal; most of them have probably never even heard of Eevulen.”

“Whatever it is, I don't want to know.” Estra said.

As they walked out of Eevulen, they noted many others buying supplies despite the high prices. Obviously, other hopeful young adventurers had the same idea.

A normal bounty would only be a few thousand gold at most - it depended who they pissed off - but even then, they were to be brought in alive, which raised the difficulty of such missions. The bounty would also, usually, be quite a high level.

This however was a unique opportunity.