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

My little personal valet boy was quick to bite hard on the bait I hung so close to him.


He gave the all clear and let me through the city, allowing me a beautiful view of the interesting stone buildings ahead and the strange glass architecture of the place as well.


First thing I see as I enter is a fountain, spouting water out of the strange looking glass figures of some avian creature. It's beautiful.


The fountain acts as a roundabout for carriages coming in and going out through the other gate several meters away from the one, I'm at now. The fountain isn't all that catches my eye on my first walk around though. 


In true commercial fashion, there are stores and homes lined up right in front of the wall and close to the roundabout. 


Bursting through the wide roads of the place I am immediately hounded by persistent, grinning salesmen who only have their lives to lose if their barking tactics fail to work.


Chapter 58: Within the City