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

Even though I expected and trusted the Cultists to do their worsts, to keep their promise and go ahead with their plans, unhindered by my presence.

I could have never believed this is what that would look like.

Before me, Carbina has lost all familiarity. The air is soaked, dripping thick with mana, the most sinister kind of mana too.

Before now I never thought mana could reflect the user's personality, but this feeling, the way the air rubs on my skin. It frightens me.

This is the power of the Cult; this is their nature, evil.

Kaylin shivers beside me, walking nervously across the barren fields, her affinity to mana must be as strong as mine but perhaps not because Anselm refused to fly.

Ahead, past where the little post we set up was meant to be, the image of Carbina is no more. In the place of green grasses, yellow corn fields and galloping horses, all that is left is a scorched, charred ground with several craters splayed all around it.

Chapter 67: The New Carbina