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

The shock at my words reflects on her face. Her eyes deaden and her lips part slightly with an incline of disappointment. It may as well mirror my own reaction to the words that spill out my mouth.


"I'm sorry!" I exclaim the next moment, "It just- I just felt you- not that I felt you up or anything I mean- Uh, that uh I saw you and I felt you and it..." I would go on scrambling for my words and struggling to put them all together if not for her tender graces and mercy.


"Oh!" this time cheerily, "You mean you sense the mass pools of mana that are innate to the Elves the moment you saw me?"


Swiftly I bob my head up and down to save myself any further embarrassment from the misuse of my tongue.


"Well then there's no harm done! Although…" she reaches up to her hair and ties it back, "I did sacrifice my usual look so as not to offend you with…hmm." She stops, saying no further of the wide prejudice and inhospitality the elves are victim to.


Chapter 55: Journey To Aste; Enemy Ranks