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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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Testing the Skeletons

Jay periodically checked behind them.

The giant fur-covered insect had made little progress on the boulder-sized tortoises, while he and his skeletons were very farm away, almost in the fog.

He thought it would take much longer, but the fog had shifted towards them, perhaps saving them an hour.

“I’m guessing Asra will come out in the fog. I wonder how much the sunlight hurts her.” He scratched his chin.

He remembered when he first found her. Even while she was half-dead she had fear in her eyes as she warned him about the sunlight.

Jay walked for a few hours more, and he could hardly see the tortoises behind them, like tiny dots in the distance.

With sore feet, he made it to the fog, but he paused before stepping into it. There was a distinct boundary between the fog and everything else. It was more like a wall he would walk into than a mist he would slowly merge through.

Before entering, he had a skeleton step inside and run deeper for a moment before exiting again.