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

As luck would have it, the bag contained just enough of these…condescend mana bombs for me to make it over to the remaining items with as little exposure to the Mind-Field as possible.

I'd be the one taking the risk. Mainly because Kaylin argued she'd done enough as is giving her hair up to be used in some ritual but also because it made sense.

Once I get all the ingredients ready, I'll have to start the ritual immediately and summon the swarm of Fey spirits to guide and protect me against the Mind-Field as we cross it.

Still, I feel a bit apprehensive about this. The very fact that I may go in and come out a crazy, drooling minion of Phien worries me. But I'd rather Phien's ammunition not be made of Mathilda or Leriva.

And thus, here I stand, at the edge, the precipice of the Field with Anselm cheering me on and Kaylin looking only mildly concerned about my return.

Chapter 70: The First Ritual