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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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Spies

Jay immediately sent Red towards the knights territory to begin its scouting operation.

He thought he would have sent more skeletons, but it was safer to have his skeletons with him; he was in a dungeon after all.

Anything could happen.

Thankfully, Red had found no enemies in the surrounding forests so far.

Not even any animals - still no exp.

Jay didn’t know if this dungeon was meant to be this desolate, but it was odd - a thick forest like this one having no animals. It was only comparable to the blood-vine bear’s territory.

Jay went back to the stone hut that the villagers let him use.

It was the only hut with a wooden door - yet none of the villagers looked at him with jealousy; it was more like a look of suspicion that he received.

Inside the hut was a pile of wood covered in some sort of long grass in one corner.

And that was it. A sorry excuse for a bed.

There was nothing else except dirt.