Tim_Saian

Thrown into a new world, Asher finds himself becoming a wanted and unwittingly evil Necromancer. Not the career choice he'd had in mind when he began.

Hunger plagues him, as he walks a path opposed to most, stepping on the fragile toes of the Synagogue and their Goddess, the Cult and even the powers he barters with.

Not that any of this will matter once he's finished.


Cover Art credit - @mufs(instagram) 

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A bit you might want to know about the pace;
Asher is a very unlucky protagonist. So even ten chapters in he will still struggle greatly to survive. The tag says overpowered protagonist and that is true, it won't happen for a bit though, he still has to suffer a bit while getting stronger, a fantasy world isn't all it's cracked up to be after all.

A bit you might want to know about what you'll be reading.
The type of Necromancy practiced in Hungry Necromancer is a rather stable and balanced type of Necromancy, you'll eventually read up to parts where things are not so easily fixed with a horde of zombies and a very creepy ritual needs to be employed. 
As of chapter 80 things truly begin to get dire and desperate as Asher is faced with the consequences of his actions, bad deal making and even close approaching death and madness. 

And it ought to be so for a fiendish Warlock practicing such a dark magical art as Necromancy.

Hungry Necromancer

Panting terribly as I seek refuge behind the lines of my undead and his cultists. The battle is not swaying in my favour any time soon, his cultists have begun to push back mercilessly on my undead and distracted as I am running away from their General, I can't help trying to push the tide back in my favour with a few well-timed explosions.


However, as I run, I make sure every corpse I pass is risen. The hairs on my neck stand and my ears twitch at the approaching whistling sound, on instinct I throw myself on the floor saving my head from being chopped off at the last second. 


The General's thrown axe embeds itself in the wall he created and as a testament to the wall, it doesn't let the axe travel too far into it. 


I don't bother myself with the wall however. Instead, I prepare a glob of mana in my hands and desperately cast into the wind, "Summon Spirit."


"Ready to leave yet?" I cannot begin to describe how pleased I am to hear Anselm's voice.


Chapter 46: A General's Power (P2)