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

I never gave much thought to the furniture that decorated my work chambers.

The large, strong wooden desk. Made from one of the last remaining elven forest woods. My chair, a product of dwarven ingenuity that allows me to move about without ever standing up, and there's the loveable heating feature on my velvet carpets, made specifically for my sensitive feet.

But today, I find myself, my eyes, gliding across the room, focussing on the smallest details.

And in my idle search, I've discovered somethings about my chambers I hadn't even realized. For instance, I never knew great-great grandfather Carbina, who stands regal in the height of the House's power on the large and imposing silk portrait behind my desk…had dimples.

The moment I made the discovery I nearly got out of my reverie, excited for that split moment to search the news with any other who likely hadn't known such a powerful man had dimples.

Chapter 94: Who Knocks?