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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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Seal

Jay ended the host skill, grit his teeth and sprung from his chair before giving out a plethora of orders.

(Blue, get Hegatha. We’re about to leave. Extinguish the fire. Recall everyone, and all the sub-skeletons. Cover up the dirt molds. Wipe every trace we were here and gather every bone.)

While Jay used the host skill, Blue had already recalled his four sub-skeletons. Together they entered Hegathas shack.

The other skeletons all abruptly moved, throwing firewood into the swamp water, smothering the embers and throwing them in too, and filling in the mold holes.

Jay entered his house and stuffed Leeches into his bag. He added his bedding into his inventory, leaving Asra lying on the bone bed frame.

Asra sensed his panic before she had awakened, and found herself being jostled and carried in his arms with the noon-leather blanket on top. As Jay stepped off the ramp, the single-room house she slept in disappeared into a wave of necrotic gas.