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

I never thought I'd be thinking this or even saying this but… "Elves are troublesome!"

I barely stop myself from pulling on the hairs on my head and force myself back into some semblance of composure in the presence of a stranger.

Well, we've been working together day and night for the past three days and seen each other dried out – well, she's seen me dried out, she on the other hand seems to have an abundance of energy and always seems to be ready and able to keep going.

Short and ever peppy. She smiles at me and quips, "Now isn't that such a terrible thing to say about your own race?"

My head hangs defeated over a pile of paper, a white material I've slowly begun to build a hatred for right along with the sound of any door opening or closing.

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