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

I spend over an hour all by my lonesome. Vigilantly watching Kaylin as she mutters and moans in her hopefully short sleep- I don't need another comatose ally.

I sacrificed some clothes to wrap up her bleeding arms and staunched the wound with water and what's left of the gin the Matron gifted us. For now, that's really all I can do.

I've got no experience with the alchemy of this world and I certainly don't want to go about messing things up in Kaylin's body as any one of these colourful liquids could be some poison or laxative.

For the moment, long after my mana has regenerated enough to summon Anselm three times over, I choose not to.

Ironic given it's my wish to bring him back to life that spurred me on, that pulled me out of that mind invasion.

It'd be awfully awkward to deal with.

Having a conversation about what we said to each other, what I did to him. That's another deal too. I only subtly knew that I had such an ability.

Chapter 68: Reconciliation and Mission Statements