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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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Little Swarm 3

Jay had a regretful, pitying smile but he was soon bothered by something - he wouldn’t know how strong this spell is, or what it did, until he actually experienced it.

This was the least of their problems for now though, as there was another dilemma facing them: do they wait to see if the dihexapedes can thin out the stone guards before entering the battle - or do they enter now before all the dihexapedes die out, taking some pressure off themselves while fighting the statues?

It was clearly a different pack of dihexapede’s too, as the one they fought in the mist only had about fifteen left; the number of them fighting this battle were in the mid forties.

Jay squinted at them for a moment. It seemed like the dihexapede’s were doing well and the battle would be equal - yet there was one problem: each time a dihexapede died, they would all get weaker.