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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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Recruit

Jay woke up, stretching his body as multiple notifications greeted him.

[+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp] [+15 Exp]

Heh, they’re quite productive. Jay smiled in satisfaction at the free experience, while he calculated he would get about thirty to forty-five rat teeth.

Jay leaned on his side in bed, looking out the window at the mist-sheep in a nearby field for a few minutes while he was still waking up. He always enjoyed watching them phase to mist with the rest of the herd-cloud, while periodically turning back to sheep again when leaving the safety of their mist-form to eat some grass. Mist-sheep had to be farmed by mages who practised water-based mana craft, otherwise no one could force them out of their mist form.