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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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The 5th Servant

“Go.” Jay said, sending his skeletons in to fight.

He quickly then ran to the side and started smashing his hammer against two statues, successfully grabbing their attention and causing them to focus on him.

The plan was working perfectly so far.

With the two statues now slashing at him, he focused completely on dodging.

*pshew~*

Anya began blasting one of the other statues with her crossbow as chips and chunks of stone began to fly off and break away.

Jay was still focused on dodging as the two spearmen thrusting at him ceaselessly. The endless barrage of attacks keeping him busy.

Thankfully it didn’t take too long before the first statue was slain.

[50 Exp]

Six versus five.

Each of them got half of the exp from the first crumbling level four spearman.

“Nice” Jay thought, dodging under another spear swing then sidestepping a thrust.

*clung~*

[-4.2]

His shield took a hit as the spearman used its double-strike ability.