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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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Leaving

As Red kneeled before Jay, he remembered he was about to check on Dark.

“Uh, guess it slipped my mind.” he thought with a shrug.

He decided to do it now rauther than later; his paranoid nature telling him to stop feeling so safe and relaxed.

“Just hang on a moment, Red.”

Red still kneeled before him, while he sat down himself and used the host skill.

The world went black and white as Jay entered the eyes of Dark.

Dark had crawled up a tree, lying in the branches as it looked at a giant crater in the mushroom desert.

“What the hell happened here...” Jay thought; he would have gasped if he wasn't in the body of a skeleton.

Dark's head suddenly turned to the right, its eyes landed on two large dark armour-clad soldiers on the other side of the desert.

A sting of fear rose in Jay's heart as he recognised them immediately.

“Fuck. Mage hunters? They're... they've been follow me? Shit. I thought I lost them, the marks haven't left Losla. Dammit!”