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

From the cold, careful placement of his footfalls, his thin, unassuming smile to the cool, jet black wave of hair on his head. The Mayor is far more of a slithering creature than even my familiar.

His slow clap as he steps out of the tear in space has my blood boiling. This, this wasn't even on the very long list of how he could get a jump on me. Kaylin feels the same, perhaps even worse as she's already flaring with mana.

I, on the other hand, isn't so quick to battle. His slow clap means something, and like the dodgy man he appears to be, I know he is set to gloat.

So I'll let him, but preparedness is a priority. With little fanfare I pull out the remaining souls I have left over from my battle so far. All seven hang around loosely at my waist, ready to be set free.

Or otherwise, set on my target, or targets.

Chapter 139: Frustration(P3)