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

When the sun rose and the soldiers broke camp, Juri did his best to pretend like he hadn't heard anything in the previous night that made him hold some suspicions and perhaps even doubts.

I'm not sure what the man is thinking, nervously tossing glances at Anselm and I, but I know he's thinking something.

It would have been strange if he didn't hear anything or see anything, in fact, with the way some of these soldiers look away from my gaze, I'd bet that quite a few must have heard something out of their minds last night.

But fortunately for me, this is the least of my worries or even my concern. Juri and a few soldiers may have seen and heard Anselm and I talking to a giant Wolf made up of grasses, talking about Gods and some strange Mark.

Chapter 155: Prep For War; Demme