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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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Leaves

Before the skeletons could bring a corpse of the flame-beings back, Red gave Jay a signal with a nod.

Archers saw the swamp woman leaving her shack, and alerted Red. In a few seconds, Jay was looking through its eyes, using the host skill.

(Archers, make sure you hide your eyes) Jay commanded, while seeing the world in its black and white vision.

As the green glow from Archers eyes dimmed down, he noticed that the world seemed to get darker, and he couldn’t see as far through the fog.

Huh, so there is a trade-off. The more their eyes glow, the better their shade vision works… fairly similar to luminous orbs.

Yet Jay didn’t dwell on these thoughts as he had been waiting for this woman to leave her shack.

She didn’t seem alarmed in the slightest, so he was sure the presence of his skeletons and himself across the swamp were still undetected.