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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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Relax

Grabbing some bones from his ring, Jay crafted some bone daggers for his level 1 feeble creatures.

I won’t need to buy weapons from that disgusting merchant ever again, he chuckled to himself.

Each level 1 underling had a single bone dagger while the level 2 feeble creature had 2 bone daggers.

“Let my minions do the work” decided Jay as observed the next obelisk. He sent his three feeble creatures to test it, while he and Anya watched at a distance.

***

“Sir, reporting” A guard stood behind his commander who was currently looking out into the forest.

“Yes?”

“We found something odd. It wasn’t another corpse, but there were two piles of soap-rat bones.”

The commander shivered, remembering his first dungeon, the stink-rat marsh - back in the days before they leveled the new adventurers up at the guild to skip that stinking hole. “Are you sure they’re from the marsh?”

“Yes sir, we had some veteran soldiers and some higher level adventurers verify them.”