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

"Lotar." I bite my lips, "Well, this can't be any good."


He chuckles, curled up nice and comfy near the edge of the giant rock we stood on. 


"And why can't this be any good, Asher?"


"I don't know, is it any good?" I retort.


Whatever mirth I perceived earlier disappears as the giant white wolf shifts it position, its eyes still half-lid but focused on me. 


"Yeah, I thought so, not every day I get kidnapped by a wolf in my sleep."


"Oh no, you're still sleeping, I have simply taken privilege of our contract and summon your consciousness here."


Somehow tired, despite my current body being an illusion, I let myself get comfortable on the floor. "And why have you summoned me here?"


In the depths of my stomach, I knew why. It can't be a coincidence.


He snorts, the puff of air from its nose blows over, nearly knocking me over, "To remind you of your duties and the consequences of failing to perform them."


Chapter 47: A General's Power (P3)