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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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My Responsibility

The room fell silent. Slyvia stared at the portal, then at Norgrim. Norgrim’s mouth fell open in shock—no, maybe in defeat. He looked so lost in that moment, but his eyes remained fixed to the portal.

“You bastard. You little bastard.” He faintly whispered.

The portal began to change. It turned from blue to a deeper shade of purple, tainted by the chaotic energy on Smiley’s boot.

“What’s the matter?” Sylvia said, but Norgrim was murmuring to himself.

“Blue, normal. Green, time reverse. Yellow, age reverse. Orange, locationless. Red, forward… purple… what the hell is purple. Blue and red?” Norgrim scratched his chin, rambling quietly to himself.

“Just wait outside, dear.” Evelynn said. Sylvia shrugged and left the room. She had experiments to finish and gather up.

Evelynn closed the door, “So? It’s purple?”