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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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Burden or Blessing

Jay's skeletons breached the vine wall and stepped inside, all of them looking around for threats, while behind them Jay looked on in wonder.

The ancient roots of the trees were covered with a lattice of crisscrossing vines, forming an elaborate mesh over them.

It seemed that the vines didn't need sunlight as they grew where they wanted; their food was blood instead.

Within the wall of vines was also something that seemed like mounds, but as Jay stepped closer and prodded one, he could see bones inside.

Each of these 'mounds' were actually a sort of cocoon formed by the blood-vines, sealing the trapped creatures in tombs as they drained them of blood.

There were many cocoons between the trees, within the circle wall of vines, and Jay guessed there were close to one hundred of them in this storage prison.

“Well, don't mind if I do.” Jay thought, soon using his gauntlet to pull the bones out of the vine coffins.