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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.

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One step closer

Jay gestured to go deeper into the room - he didn’t actually mean to retreat, but to get a little further away and keep shooting at it; unknown to Jay, it was typically called kiting.

Anya gave him a confused look for a moment but happily grabbed her crossbow and began to run too.

The statue almost seemed disappointed seeing this, it had made all the effort to materialise a fragment of a distant memory, one of its soul-bound sword - now the enemies simply run from it?

This was like a slap in the face.

*BOOM!~*

In its anger it immediately launched one of its stone swords at Anya - but unlike Jay, she was simply too fast and agile.

Immediately she went into the black mist and re-materialised behind a few weapon shelves with her crossbow ready to fire.

*Pshew!~ Phoonk!~*

Needless to say, the statue didn’t expect this at all; after losing its target, another bolt suddenly pierced its chest. It had no time to deflect it at all.

*BOOM!~* tat tat

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