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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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Stones or Experiments

Walking into his laboratory, Viladore took off his coat before it floated itself over the top coat rack and hung itself. A luminous orb lit up the room as he sat down at his desk and waved his hand over a black cube.

“Greetings, master,”

“Hello.” Viladore leaned on his desk over the black cube with a warm smile. “Can you do it yet?”

“No, master.” The black cube responded as tiny black crystal eyes peeked from the top of it, gazing up at Viladore.

“Oh ok, keep trying. Soon we can try some different materials, then maybe you’ll be able to sense mana.” Viladore looked at the black cube lovingly. His current project.

“Thank you, master.”

Viladore only stared back at it, while it seemed to await orders for a moment before its black crystal eyes lowered back into its cube body, forming a perfect seam.