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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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Lessons 2

Jay couldn’t use spell channels, and Viladore realised Jay’s mana was different. He decided he would test something.

“Hmm…” he scratched his chin, staring at Jay. It was quite a long stare so Jay looked away after feeling a little awkward.

“Show me that spell you did. The one with the tooth.”

Jay nodded, taking out a tooth.

He channelled it like usual and aimed at a rock, all while Viladore continued to stare at Jay and his hand.

*BOOM~ - flit flit flit flit*

A crack formed on the rock as the unstable tooth spell exploded, and little bits of its shrapnel were sent everywhere, creating more gashes on other nearby rocks.

Jay looked up, expecting some praise since his spell was clearly much stronger now that it was level 2, but he saw Viladore staring at his hand with a creepy look.

Obviously, Viladore was deep in thought. Jay couldn’t tell, but Viladore was still analysing Jay’s spell hand.

“Viladore?”