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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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373 Chs

Six Oddities

~The Third Academy, Mirror Reality Thirty-Four~

Smiley held a wooden practice sword, gritting his teeth in frustration as he stood in the training grounds.

“Next.” he said with an annoyed voice.

Another student stepped forward, holding their own wooden sword.

They held the sword low, then rapidly did an upward slash attack.

It was a feint, and one that in Smiley's eyes, was far too obvious.

They took a step forward and lunged with a direct stab aimed at his chest.

Smiley shook his head, giving the student a disdainful look. He thought to punish this fool for such a pitiful attempt.

He easily side-stepped and got closer as he pulled the student's arm.

The student stumbled forward as Smiley stabbed his wooden sword right into his throat.

His throat was easily pierced and blood ran down the wooden sword.