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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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Sword Vow

The large statue was launching sword after sword at the skeletons, keeping them at a distance for the most part.

More and more swords floated off a nearby weapon rack to replace the ones it lost, but they were quickly sent flying at Blue’s head as well as the other skeletons.

The skull was a smaller target so it was harder to hit. Blue only tilted its skull to the side to evade, but its necrotic helmet still took a graze.

Jay was too far away to analyse the large statue, but he already understood the danger of the upper floor: Get pinned down, and the truth guards will make you poisoned and bleed to death.

Thankfully the truth guards were already slain by now.

Other adventurers would have probably taken their time in dealing with them carefully and tactfully to not take poison or bleed damage, and would end up just giving time for the sword-levitating statue to attack, but this wasn’t true for the undead.