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

"Astral Projection." I say for the umpteenth time.

By now I've gotten used to the feeling of being ripped out of my body and plunged into a sea of fog.

I take the next steps the instant I get my bearings; I begin to sprint.

Of all my trials and errors over the quickly slipping hours of the night, I've explored the Astral to the best of my ability but one part is yet to be uncovered; the doors.

The doors are a recent discovery of mine. For the past three attempts I've been trying to get my hand on one of the knobs.

But as always, that's a lot easier said than done. The fog I've skipping off of in a mad sprint will soon begin to sink and soften under my step, pulling me down until I'm waist deep in the fog, unable to leverage myself in any form.

Chapter 113: Power Trip