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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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Black Highway

Jay’s destination was the second pyramid, however he first had to walk past Sedulus's pyramid, along with the two massive pillars which sat in front of the first pyramid.

Jay remembered that last time he was here, there were two sword statues and one spear statue in between these pillars of the pyramid; the spear statue had a black helmet that he was forced to knock off before he could end the fight quickly.

For a moment he considered commanding the skeletons, but after seeing what Blue did previously, he decided to let Blue maintain his commander role - for now anyway.

Walking along, Jay decided to open his exp notification.

[240 Exp]

He closed it with a slight smile. Usually he would say “Nice” to himself, but something else was weighing on his conscience - The last few days had felt repetitive to him.