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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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Reach

“Bob? Hello?” Asra poked his cheek.

It had been a few minutes since he passed out, and still hadn’t woken up. After a few more pokes Asra frowned, wondering why he was in such a rush but now he was basically sleeping. Surely sleeping wasn’t his top priority? Nevertheless, her pokes became more relentless. But a tension filled the air.

The throne shifted, and Asra stepped back from Jay as the skeletons all went on guard. She froze, wondering if she had crossed a line with all her poking—but they pointed their swords towards Hegatha’s shack.

Asra raised a brow, equally wondering what had put the skeletons on high alert, and glad that her pokes hadn’t made her an enemy of the undead. However she wasn’t going to wait around and find out.

“Bob, we need to move.” Asra pinched his hand, but froze again, stepping backwards from Jay, though it wasn’t the skeletons causing her to pause her assault on his skin. The shadowy swamp became brighter.