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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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Estobar 1

Jay gazed at the being on the throne; it was old, wrinkled and seemed like it was on the verge of decaying.

Parts of its skin were black but somehow seemed to retain its life - of course, its life force was driven by intense hate as well as all the strange chemicals and magic surrounding its chair.

“Is this a hexamist?” Jay raised a brow, he couldn’t be sure.

Whatever it was, it was nothing like the soldiers or the lab experiments, there was not a single piece of the black stone on its body. It seemed that this one didn’t go through with the altar conversion ritual.

Despite living on somehow, it was still filled with just as much hate as when it sat down, its face locked in a constant grimace of bitter anger.

Thankfully there was a trespasser to let out some anger onto - Jay.

The decrepit old thing in the throne slowly lifted its head, gazing at Jay.

Jay analysed it as soon as he made eye contact. Surely something on such an impressive throne would be strong, right?