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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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With a sigh, Paul dashed in, trampling and crushing elementals around the screaming adventurer and finally cut the vine-cord between the hook and the nestling.

He grabbed the glaive guy and put him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and then brought him to the back of the shield.

“Th-thanks. Thank you.” he breathed for a moment and caught his breath.

Seeing the battle rage on without him, the glaive guy finally got up and went to re-join the formation - but he was stopped in his tracks, a hand grasping his shoulder firmly. It was the other guard.

“Huh?” Glaive guy said.

“Nope. You had your chance.”

“B-but, they let me freaking die!!”

“No, they didn’t. You’re dismissed.”

“Dismissed? What do you mean dismissed?” he angrily questioned, not believing it.

“Dismissed as in go home, you’re done for today.” the guard said sternly.

The glaive guy looked at Paul, hoping he would change his mind.