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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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Wretched

~Hegatha’s Basement~

All four sub-skeletons went on high alert as a crackling portal formed in a darkened corner of the basement. Jay’s eyes would’ve widened if he wasn’t in the body of Sweeper; instead, its hollow eyes glowed a little more brightly.

But the portal appearing without warning wasn’t the most shocking thing—for through the portal he saw a familiar face, one that made him scowl as it looked down on them with little regard. Blonder hair, blue eyes, and an upturned nose with a disdainful glare.

Matheson. Bastard. He’s helping them to find me. But how? Jay thought, and the Sweepers jaw clenched in anger.

It was as alarming as it was puzzling, but none of it mattered if they found him. Jay had to move.