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'm not sure what blocks my view but it's cold and harsh on my skin, even as I'm curled up in my rather expensive fur blanket. Aren isn't the only one who gets to pinch out of Asher's pile of gold.

But that's irrelevant. Compared to the cold that wracks through me, I wonder, am I really covered in an expensive fur blanket?

Peering my eyes open I find that I'm not. I also find that I'm confused; weren't my eyes already open?

The mist or fog is still here, I blink and carrying out the mere action feels like an eternity. What is this feeling of lethargy?

My neck feels stiff as a rock too, it should be laying on to softest goose feathers but…no. I'm standing, or am I floating?

I manage to get a look at below my neck; I can't find my feet. It's clouded in the mist…or is it a fog?

My arm and hands too, they're taken into the cloudy miasma. But I'm not scared.

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