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

Once again sheer preparedness saves the day and my shiny hide. My first Soul Shield quickly gave after a few meagre seconds under the Mayor's crackling, torrenting fist of wind.

Sending out the second, prepared shield is not my current problem however. As the blazing wind and arching lightning passes through my hair and grazes my sides ever so often.

I worry about how my several protruding hands of Death gripping unto his sides refuse to leave him unable to stand.

I thought for sure that if anything were to be the ultimate weapon against literally everyone, it would be necrosis. But here I am, setting out twenty length arms of green mana as Death Grips on the Mayor and still he refuses to die.

Fucking hell, what else isn't going my way?

"Ugh!" I strain, not just from the pressure of keeping my Shield in one piece but also from the blaring sound that's been in the back of my mind since his fists landed. It's screaming, screeching even.

Chapter 141: Violence (P2)