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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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Fresh Eyes

Curious about what it would do, Jay took out all the weapons he had with him and made a neat display of them on the ground.

Heavy looked at the weapons before it, its eyes landing on each one and hovering for a moment before it turned to the next.

The weapons it had to choose from were the three bone spears, an ossein sword with a longer grip, and two bone daggers - one of which was Dark's.

Both Dark and Handy couldn't take their weapons with them as they were still using the lizard heads to cut away the dangerous red fruits, though Dark could still carry one of its dual daggers with it.

[Your skeleton has been slain]

“Ah shit, Sweeper died again?” Jay's brows creased in frustration. The untimely death distracted him from Heavy.

About two hours passed since the last time Sweeper died - whatever it was, it was getting closer as each time Sweeper died a little more quickly.