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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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Vile Waters

“Maybe she can heal Asra, but is it worth the risk...” He thought, walking through the swamp grasses at the edge of the water.

“Hmm... But I can minimize the risk, and before I try anything, perhaps I can test the swamp woman’s strength.” He nodded.

As he walked towards Lamp and Dark, Jay thought of a few problems with making contact.

- There was a slight chance she had a communication crystal and would warn Astrata, which would send mage hunters directly to his location, whom he had worked so hard to escape, concealing and throwing them off his trail. Or so he thought.

- She could be so powerful that she could crush him and his skeletons. He didn’t even know what kind of magic she could wield.

- Like the lights stalking them, she may be capable of causing wounds that don’t heal, wounds that shift back to the victim no matter if they cut their leg off.