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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.

Aero182 · 奇幻
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Deconverted

*DOON~ DOOOOON DOON~*

The giants were still fighting upstairs; meanwhile Jay was sneaking around, looting the pyramid unhindered, right under their noses.

Thankfully, Jay didn’t trigger the activation sensors, so the giant helvetian soldiers were none the wiser.

Jay turned to the experiment cage, peering inside at the centuries old corpse.

The bones inside were blackened, perhaps by time - or possibly due to the altar experiments; Jay couldn’t be sure either way, but no flesh remained at least.

“Amputation” he said as he held out his hand.

“...”

Nothing happened.

“What? Why?” he pursed his lips.

Out of stubbornness, he tried a few more times - yet nothing.

“Dammit, get in my gauntlet already” he pushed up against the bars and reached for it, though it was in the very back of the cage.

“Ok, have it your way.” he shrugged.

The solution was simple, but bothersome.

Jay turned to Sweeper again, “Amputation.”