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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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Longing

Asra rose to see shafts of light across the floor, coming through the shrunken wall boards.

Sweeper stood at her side, its eyes staring at her every moment, but she ignored the skeleton and got up from the table.

Walking outside, she raised a brow as she saw the fire, then noticed the other skeletons behind it, standing in front of a large white cube.

Bob’s been busy. She thought, and walked over.

The armored skeleton locked its eyes on her as she drew nearer, but never raised its sword, even as she passed by the fire and pulled open the door of the bone-cube house. Inside, she found Jay, his feet resting up on a bone desk and a book in his hands; a luminous orb and a black orb next to him.

Despite being in the swamp he seemed so relaxed, which was simply infuriating. While she was suffering in Hegatha’s shack, being touched and smelling the smells, he was here enjoying himself, reading a book?

“What are you doing?” She asked, frowning.