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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 · Fantasy
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Fateful day

How come? Why did I get it now? Jay wondered, looking at his necromantic construction research.

Unfortunately, analyzing it gave him no description, and no additional information.

Maybe the sleeping spot and the bone crucible were too small to count as construction - or perhaps they didn’t count as construction since they’re not part of a building? Construction research huh...

I suppose the bridge didn’t give me any because all I did was dump bones down… huh.

Looking around, it was night time, so Jay got on with his project.

Using living blueprints, he stashed the large bone square into his gauntlet, then stepped over to his bone pile and put his throne in his inventory - then he brought out the square again.

The large square panel fell onto the pile of bones, but to Jay’s annoyance, it tilted to the side and slid off.

“Ah, I need foundations…”

(Dark. Report.) he ordered.