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

As per my order, Panda twirls the newly acquired blade and bursts into action. Very well skipping over the line of men still confused at what's happening my beast springs into combat with whatever that thing is that's controlling the bushes.

And I watch, eager to learn what exactly this thing is as well as discover the capabilities of my beast.

Panda covers the distance within seconds and with the skill of a berserker pulls back an arm to cut down the tree being.

The bushes roll into form, several of them coalesce and with a simple flick of the tree creature's wrist, Panda is skewered in branches, held up in the air for a moment, roaring and growling down at the creature or spirit before effectively being tossed aside like a neutered dog.

"Yeah, no shit." Anselm concurs, frost seeping off his being as he too readies himself. "I'm pretty sure that's a forest spirit."

Chapter 169: Prep For War; My Beast(P3)