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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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Treant Antlers

Just like that, their killing efficiency skyrocketed.

More of the elementals could be culled now that they were facing a wall of six melee adventurers, turrets in the middle with rangers on either side.

Anya was busy picking off nestlings, while using the occasional throwing knife on the stray stick-ball.

Jay was leisurely slashing and throwing the odd unstable tooth, causing a few nestlings to miss their targets completely.

The extra help made the battle go much more smoothly, and without any people like the glaive guy, there were no issues.

Unknown to Jay and his human troops, adventurers in the other fields were watching them, some with jealousy and others simply wanting to learn.

“They still fighting? Yikes.”

“Oh… Jay’s not really that strong?”

“They all look so bored.”

“They’re not bored, they’re focused”

Adventurers gathered at the back of the field too, Paul having to hush them a few times.