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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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Number Three was the closest mage hunter to Jay, and felt like he should have found him by now. Even he was surprised a level nine adventurer had this much endurance.

Number Three trudged through the boulders, dirt, and over the rocky terrain on the side of the supreme mountain range.

Clouds seemed to pass over it high above, each of them speeding overhead but resoundingly quiet.

Following the trail of dead skeletons and strange tracks, he finally came to its end.

He began to analyze it as if it were a crime scene.

“Four skeletons put up a fight here...”

“No more tracks along the mountain...”

Finally, he noticed something under the curtains of tendrils hanging from the mushrooms.

“... Bones in the desert? But why cross here, of all places?” he wondered.

The desert had no tracks in it as there was movements under the sand, constantly shifting it around.