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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.

Aero182 · Fantasia

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[Auxiliary Chapter] Old Book: Woes of the Comfortable

***This is a free auxiliary chapter. This is the book Jay was reading. You can skip it and still understand the story, I just thought It would be fun to add. Thanks, Aero182***

An observation of Belphemon, the joyful.

You have found a task to do, yet you do not. Why do you wait, o sloth? If you wait a day, why not two days? Perhaps a week, perhaps a year? Would you wait an eternity?

You can achieve your task today, yet you do not do it. Why, o sloth?

Reason with me, and consider the mana-ant - the smallest of creatures, yet it gradually moves mountains.

It does not wait, even though It has no overseer to command it to move or to work - yet it continues each day, to gather its food and to reinforce it's nest.

Will you continue to lie down, o sloth? Will you continue to say "tomorrow I will do it, for today I rest"?

You say just a second, just a minute, then just a small moment - and so the days pass while you achieve nothing.

Out of nowhere, you wake up in poverty. However, realising your situation, you give up. "Nothing can be done." you tell yourself.

And behold, a homeless immortal, completely undeserving of any respite - yet this respite is all they know, this respite is what destroyed them. Every day is pain as they have no purpose. They continue to die inside, yet they live.

- Belphemon, the joyful.

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