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

"Sorry for the wait." I mutter to Aren. He offers me a weak smile at this but I know he just wants to get this all over with.

By the time I'd returned from Maylin's place underground he'd been waiting at the gates for over an hour. The security around this part of the first strata is tight. They won't let just anyone in.

Fortunately, I'd been considerate enough to get him a snack as compensation for the wait, although it was very tempting to stuff my face with it instead.

I let the guards at the gate know he's one of my guests and should be allowed in whenever he comes by, perhaps I Should have done this earlier but that's all hindsight.

By the time we're in the house Aren has eaten his grumpiness away, nomming down on what's left of the meat stick I brought him.

A quick summoning and Anselm is present and accounted for, so is his judgemental glare.

"I'm sorry okay? My talk with Maylin lasted a bit longer than expected."

Chapter 90: Patience