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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

Survival

~Losla, alleyway~

A horn starts blaring, coming from the guild - a sign that Losla was under attack. It seemed quite odd though, as the mage hunters would have been there to protect them - why summon the feeble adventurers?

Jay quickly guessed that they were being summoned to search for him, adding pressure to him.

Jay had moved to another alley as the hunt for him began.

A mage hunter passed by and glared at him but soon left. It seemed they didn’t know what his face looked like yet.

“It’s only a matter of time before someone recognises me…” he thought.

Jay had been a popular adventurer in Losla after all, so most of the younger adventurers would recognise him. He wouldn’t be surprised if they even helped the guards to find him.

Jay quickly took off his iconic green molodus coat and replaced it with the dark hooded cloak he used to wear. He pulled the hood up to hide his face.