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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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Another knight charged across the bridge, this time not noticing Jay in the corner or its dead comrades below its feet.

“Hmm... They use smells to get around and communicate. I’m surprised they don’t release a smell after death. A death-scent?” Jay thought.

“I bet they don’t like windy days, although in the crucible there’s probably not much wind, anyway.”

As the knight left through the giant stone doors, Jay only called up one skeleton from under the bridge.

(Sweeper. Remove your armor and get up here. Quick.)

Sweeper stripped off its rusted armor and jumped out of the trench as Jay pointed upward to the balcony.

(Jump up there.) Jay commanded.

Jay picked Sweeper over the other two as it had no real armor or stolen skin weighing it down - real armor being that which is looted, rather than physically removed from enemies, and can leave the dungeon.