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

Under the threat of certain death or perhaps, a generous amount of pain, I am caught unawares as the mountain of a man Sator closes the gap between us like he didn't weigh a ton.

His fist looms over me and I just have enough time to put my hands up before something pushes me back and far like a rag doll.

Groaning in pain, my body having scratched the rough gravel ground I gasp and peer my eyes open to find Anselm lying on me.

More interestingly, ahead, quite a distance ahead, Sator stares at the fist he used to throw us both this far. It's covered in Ice.

"Arggh!" Anselm screams in pain.

Getting up I take a closer look at the man grunting and writhing in my lap. He's hand, his left arm seems to have been torn off.

"What the fuck!" I yell, as he starts to get off of me, "Anselm, you're supposed to be invulnerable!"

Chapter 132: The Job(P2)