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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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Pestering Skeletons

When Sweeper shattered, the bones from its lower body spread across the root covered floor… and disappeared.

Jay squinted, watching thoughtfully. “Hmm… if the floor here is collecting bones, maybe it can spawn Ova here, too. But then, why are there no Ova here in the first place? Did no one ever make it through the passageway?” he wondered.

Blue pulled Sweeper’s body from under the white claw-like stone, having to snap away some of its spine as it pulled out its upper body.

Sweeper wrapped its arms wrapped around Blue’s neck, yet even after the attack it still gripped its sword firmly.

Jay smiled a little as he watched Blue wearing Sweeper like a backpack. They both rushed back, getting further away from the giant root tendril, which rose into the air once more.

The white pointed stone, which was embedded into the ground, moved again as the living root floor slowly pulled it back to the tentacle structure.