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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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Moving In

[275 exp]

Jay opened another notification as he casually strolled to the adventurer association.

It was a pleasant, sunny morning outside so Jay was simply taking in the view as he began walking up the hill.

The coldness of winter had mostly gone, and it seemed like the forest was coming back to life again as it woke up from its winter slumber.

“Not many days left to hunt those glade deer” he thought as he gazed at the evergreens.

“Well… unless you’re me anyway.” he grinned.

The glade deer’s, which had infra-red vision, would not be able to see his skeletons coming since they didn’t give off any body heat - in fact, most of the forest creatures never saw Jay’s skeletons coming, only realising they were there after a skeletal knife-hand was already implanted into their throats with precision; this rogue medical operation was a success nearly every time.