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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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Strawman

Five suits of rusted armor came marching through the forest. Their armor suits were making so much noise that Jay noticed their presence almost before his skeletons did.

Each of the skeletons were hidden in the forest, concealed for an ambush attack as they watched their prey from behind the thick roots and trees.

The five knights wore full-body armor, which was surprising as the villages didn’t have as much metal as a few bands wrapped around their clubs. It was majorly rusted through though, almost as red as it was silver-gray, and Jay guessed it was probably a remnant of a by-gone era.

Jay had not launched the ambush attack yet, as the knights were acting strange.

Firstly, they didn’t react to seeing the village decimated.

None of them paused in shock or looked around for threats; it was as if they had carried out the attack themselves.

Next, they started gathering some of the nearby corpses of the villagers.

“Hmm…” he gazed at them suspiciously.