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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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Jay took out the item from his inventory, attempting to inspect it again - but as it sat in his palm it began to vibrate and move around radically before floating upwards.

“Hey!” He tried to grab it but it accelerated upwards too quickly.

Without a second thought he threw his shield upwards at it, as if he was trying to knock a bird out of the sky, but he simply missed.

The item flying away was the porcelain locket which he found in the ruins near the first pyramid when he first entered the dungeon.

“Dammit…” he frowned.

A skeleton sheepishly brought him his shield as he continued to watch the flying locket.

As it sped upwards, it was releasing some sort of power and left a light blue trail behind it; it flew closely to the white gate as if it was hugging the white gate, but wasn’t quite close enough to touch it.