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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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“Come on you old prick…” Jay squinted, “Make another cool skeletal contraption…”

Suddenly, something different was being ‘reconstituted’.

Four bones made a cross-shape which were placed flat on the ground as the base of the structure, while some long femur bones made a tall column with a skull on top.

It appeared that the skull had grown some thick bone hair, similar to dreadlocks - but upon closer inspection, these were all tiny finger bones connected to each other, attached at the back of the skull.

Jay watched silently as he was taking everything he could in, committing everything to memory.

The skull then turned its head at one of the skeletons and opened its mouth.

*Trok… trok… trok*

“Aw shit, it’s a turret! It’s a damn turret!” Jay was as shocked as he was excited.

Each finger bone that made up the turret's ‘hair’ was pulled into the back of the skull, converted into what looked like a tiny throwing knife and quickly shot out.