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

"What do you want with the Elven North, cowl?"

The sense of emergency is palpable; the question demands an immediate answer and yet…none is to come.

From where I float, high above them all and unbeknownst to my presence, I can clearly see that all the bravado has left Aren. If he speaks now…well, it's better he doesn't say anything actually.

The five elves, the ring leaders mill about, setting their weapons aside, some making sure Aren is even more uncomfortable by taking a seat right next to him and picking off where they left off with their meal.

"Argh, this is cold now." The male archer complains, "Do you want some, cowl?" he asks Aren.

Stiffly, he shakes his head. That's about all the movement and communication he can manage.

The man that asked the first question, the man with the large Claymore, he folds his arms and huffs, "You haven't well answered my question, what do you want with the Elven North?"

Chapter 86: The Elven North (P2)