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 rain poured hard and heavy over our heads. The sudden cloudy skies were followed by an equally sudden downpour.

Sudden because since I've been in this world, in this body, I've never experienced rainfall.

Kaylin jumped out of the carriage immediately, saying something about her Goddess bringing fortune and bounty, leaving Anselm and I to struggle against the pot hole that'd trapped one of our wheels.

I find the rain to be a cliché but an apt full stop, marking the end…for now, of my struggles in Carbina. And perhaps, like the pothole Anselm and I now struggle to pull ourselves out of, it marks the beginning of a new type of misfortune.

It's a stretch for symbolism, but it's there.

It's the first rain of the year and my life in this world and it's the first time I've willed myself to actively look for trouble instead of simply stumbling into it or finding convenient ways to take advantage of others.

Chapter 75: Soliloquy