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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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Camp

[15 Exp]x3

Jay woke up with a smile to some more experience point notifications.

The amount he was getting was slowly dropping, so there were probably not many leeches left in the forest and ravine.

It was quiet today, and still a little dark as the sky was overcast with dark clouds, though they were high up in the sky so it didn’t seem like it would rain.

“Hmm, the others aren’t awake yet…” he looked around the quiet campsite.

“Guess I’ll have a look around.”

Jay rolled up his swag and put it in his inventory before heading out into the forest.

The area they chose to camp was still quite far from Losla so he knew he wouldn’t be anywhere near the silk wood dungeon. Since they were not in a rush to save anyone and had Naria with them, they were travelling a little more slowly.

They had camped on a flat part of a hill at the edge of a valley. The forest was dark and quiet, wind slowly weaving through the trees was the only thing he could hear.