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

Floating on the outside of the barrier I can't help the overwhelming feeling of loss that overcomes me.

Pressing my hand against the thin, yet strong barrier I feel that feeling boil with a rage within me, an anger at myself. Despite all I've done and gone through in service of the Goddess Frozia, I still find myself on the action.

Like I always did with these battles. When was the last time I truly had some kind of use to Asher? Some function to serve in his battles?

I believe that has been the first and only time I've truly saved the man, otherwise all I've done by his side is whine, groan and moan about the promise I made him keep to me.

And now, without even knowing I've gone and aligned myself with the one being who he hates with a passion. The Goddess of Winter, the one who has bestowed upon me these powers of frost.

The one who holds my soul within her palm.

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