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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 · Fantasie
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Fear

The duo crept up the passage with the skeletons in front.

Passing the rings of crystals, each of them caused the crystal detectors to light up both green and yellow respectively.

Jay remembered that the dihexapede soul eater caused a red light to come from the passage, so it must have lit up red; right before he heard the deep booming sounds.

“Hmm… I wonder why it lights up yellow for me and the skeletons.” Jay wondered.

Anya was the only one who made it green.

“Strange..” he thought as he walked through another, the yellow light reflecting in his eyes.

They silently reached the top, the only sound the small party made came from the taping of the skeleton bones.

Finally they laid their eyes upon the dihexapede soul eater once more.

“What…” Jay’s brows were creased, seeing what was in the entrance, he stopped himself from speaking.

Before them was a battlefield - the remnants of one anyway.