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 having a pretty hard time understanding Anselm. Hell, understanding the situation I'm in right now.

I've been so excited and desperate to get him back but now, hearing him speak I realize I never too into account that he would change after being exposed to a Goddess for so long.

I don't even know if she's tinkered with his soul. Can she do that? I mean, I think so, she managed to get rid of the armour he died in and clad him in some awkward looking white priest look.

"Anselm, tell me, what exactly happened in there? Tell me everything from start to finish." I plead.

He's got his arms folded and a disgusted look reared at me, still angry I compared his Goddess to Lotar.

"You would only twist my words and defame the Goddess." He scoffs, "You cannot trick me into such."

He's even more exhausting than before, I can't believe he managed to get even more exhausting. I rub my temples and let out an exasperated sigh as I slouch in my seat.

Chapter 122: Do Not Praise