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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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“Where the fuck is he!?” Lara yelled as she jumped through the portal.

Her hands were ready to strangle someone, her eyes wide with anger.

Anya didn’t even hear her as she watched the portal close behind Lara with teary eyes - she was cut off from the world; truly alone now.

“Just calm down. I sent him into a holding cell. We can see what Norgrim wants to do with him once we know what’s going on.”

Lara breathed and exhaled deeply a few times, her face still twisted in anger before marching to the exit and leaving.

She was fuming with anger after what happened, and the mission was not the success they planned it to be, but it was still completed nonetheless.

Her job was done for now, but it was a blemish on her otherwise perfect record.

Lannister sighed as he turned to Anya who was still teary-eyed and speechless, giving her a soft sympathetic smile.