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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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The Dead Legion

The gate opened slowly, only to cause Jay and Anya to grip their weapon tightly for a moment once they saw what was on the other side.

Before them, a sprawling legion of stone guards were waiting.

Thousands of them, all kneeling towards the pyramid, surrounding it from every side. Behind the wall there were no more ruins and no traces of destruction - only a flat plane of the black stone covered with the statues.

To the left and right there were thousands more statues, stretching as far as the wall went - yet none of them moved at all.

Surely they would have heard, and even felt, the deep groaning sounds of the white gate opening?

Jay and Anya only held their breaths. They didn’t dare make a sound.

As they watched for a moment though, nothing happened. There was no movement on either side of the wall; only the soft cold wind which seemed unending in this dungeon.

“Surely they would have done something when Dark came flying over the wall?” Jay thought.