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

"Who are you?" Is my immediate question. The both of them sit cross-legged in the snow, holding their thighs tightly as if anxious for something.

Given the scene of death behind me, I can give a solid guess as to what they're expecting.

For their sakes I stuff my bloodied hands into my pocket and act as relaxed and incapable of harm as I can.

The one on the left, a burly man with a sword sheathed by his side, a warrior no doubt, if we get into a tussle, I shouldn't underestimate him, my last experience with a sword-wielder wasn't pretty.

I'm not particularly ready to replicate that event as I stand now with less than a hundred MP left in me.

The warrior contrasts his partner; coupled with the plain white of the snow and the dull grey of the hair on his head, the deep auburn of his partners hair stands out like a sour thumb.

The sight of auburn hair brings back some memories and that's how I know for sure, this man, is the Mayor.

Chapter 99: A New Set