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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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Rear Vanguard 2

After another command, the skeletons retrieved their original weapons again and Jay had them perform another duty. A new one - one they may someday become familiar with.

Blue stood idly by as the other skeletons stretched the lizard carcass across a rock.

Blue didn't do the dirty work itself, but had Dark do the dirty work in cutting off the creature’s head.

Such was Blue's nature to delegate tasks to others, and perhaps it would be Dark's nature to perform executions.

Contrary to Jay's expectation, Dark's daggers were quickly inserted, piercing its skin with ease. A small splash of blood splattered some of the mountain rocks, and with a circular twisting motion the head was separated.

A headless tailless lizard body sat on the rock, blood streaming down, making it seem like a cultic ritual.

With the head chopped off, Dark also carried out the next phase of the plan: Use the head to go and pick off some of the red mushroom fruits.