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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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Archers left its stealthy spot on the bank, pushing its covering of leaves and dirt off to stand alongside Red’s two guardian skeletons.

Asra watched patiently as Jay carried out his plans, not raising a questioning brow or even shaking her head. She didn’t look worried, and it seemed she trusted him. Since losing trust in so many people, Jay thought trust was quite valuable, so it was quite flattering that someone would dare to trust him, and he would not hurt that trust by treating it cheaply like so many others did with his.

Jay nodded at Archers as it stood by their side, and it nodded back.

(Archers, nod at Asra too.)

Asra was in pain, but Jay thought he saw the hint of a curled lip behind her aching frown when it nodded at her.

Is she growing fond of the skeletons? He briefly thought, having more pressing matters to deal with.

The swamp woman was still pinned down by his skeletons, and had been for a while now.