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Hungry Necromancer

Thrown into a new world, Asher finds himself becoming a wanted and unwittingly evil Necromancer. Not the career choice he'd had in mind when he began. Hunger plagues him, as he walks a path opposed to most, stepping on the fragile toes of the Synagogue and their Goddess, the Cult and even the powers he barters with. Not that any of this will matter once he's finished. Cover Art credit - @mufs(instagram) https://discord.gg/YbxrtrU A bit you might want to know about the pace; Asher is a very unlucky protagonist. So even ten chapters in he will still struggle greatly to survive. The tag says overpowered protagonist and that is true, it won't happen for a bit though, he still has to suffer a bit while getting stronger, a fantasy world isn't all it's cracked up to be after all. A bit you might want to know about what you'll be reading. The type of Necromancy practiced in Hungry Necromancer is a rather stable and balanced type of Necromancy, you'll eventually read up to parts where things are not so easily fixed with a horde of zombies and a very creepy ritual needs to be employed. As of chapter 80 things truly begin to get dire and desperate as Asher is faced with the consequences of his actions, bad deal making and even close approaching death and madness. And it ought to be so for a fiendish Warlock practicing such a dark magical art as Necromancy.

Tim_Saian · Fantasy
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286 Chs

Chapter 49: Journey To Aste; Love, Law and Potions

Standing at the end of the bed, I can't combat the feeling of apprehension as I gaze upon Leriva. Watching her sleep so peacefully yet her fate hangs in a nigh permanent turmoil, the thought of her ailment seems so...mild and trifling, but looking upon her now, her red hair no longer in the usual double bun but now spills forth like a water fall behind her still head.

Her eyes are sealed shut, the bright brown eyes that challenged me and burned bright in battle now hidden away behind her eyelids and the tight, calm visage of shy death that washes over her as she sleeps.

It scares me.

In my past life I'd been fortunate not to have a loved one succumb to illness or accident that slips them into a coma, this death-like sleep. It's fascinating to think and ponder about without facing it, but it's terribly frightening now that I see it with my own eyes.