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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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Implant

While Jay realised he could craft a rudimentary mind for each of his skeletons, for the current situation it could turn out bad. Immediately he thought to choose Blue - however, there was a beast hunting him, and when a skeleton gained a fresh mind it seemed like it needed time to learn how to fight again.

If all of them gained minds right now, he would be like a sitting duck.

Once they gained a mind they lost part of their connection to Jay and couldn't copy his, albeit primitive, fighting techniques.

Mentally, they were more like new babies rauther than clones of Jay's mind.

Red and Blue were both level four and currently needed for protection, while Lamp and Sweeper were confronting the beast, so naturally, Jay chose the next in line: Dark.

He was happy with the choice anyway, as he thought the idea of an assassin skeleton was too cool to pass up; he would do whatever he could to advance this particular skeleton and make it stronger.