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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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Smiley

Sylvia had finished with her tests, she gave Matheson back some bodily control. Not all of it, but some.

Matheson had sensed mana by himself for the first time, despite all the pain and mental trauma, he couldn't help but grin madly, his eyes still bloodshot.

“...Why are you smiling?” Sylvia asked, seeming genuinely concerned this time.

Matheson only leant his head back and smiled, holding onto the feeling of mana sense and imprinting it in his mind.

“...Ok smiley. I'll be back later.”

Matheson ignored her as she left, but couldn't help but repeat what she said...

“Smiley....” he grinned madly, “Smiley.”

Some part of him, deep in his heart was filled with joy.

It was his new name.

Smiley sat there, accepting his new name and continued to focus on the mana, remembering the teachings that Viladore ruthlessly hammered into him.

- - -

[Your skeleton has died]

[Your skeleton has died]

“What the fuck?” Jay stopped meditating.