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

There isn't anything too special about them as they stood up there, looking down at the rest of the elves clamouring for a better view of their leaders. The conversation quickly became about personal matters and group matters rather than the fact that Aren had just strolled into their territory like he owns the place.

The five of them look very…displeased at the noise. Two of them have on light almost normal clothes but are fitted with a bow and arrow.

The other three have on heavy armour, armour that's clearly armour. It's bronze, iron and very rusty but I bet it did the job. The one that stood at the centre, the one with the most prestige and confidence exuding off him is fitted with a bronze breast plate armour and an excessively large Claymore.

The other two that stood beside him, one a woman with a spear and another a man with a shield and sword but no armour.

Chapter 85: The Elven North