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

In the hours after I left the dinky tavern, leaving Fragas behind to think on his choices or rather, the lack of it with my two unconscious victims. I settled nicely in the Mayor's Mansion, as always, luxury and fortune does well with me.

The place, much like any other excessively luxurious building has it all. Nice carpeting, empty armours and stairs leading to many, many rooms.

What it doesn't have however, is exclusivity, something I quickly establish with my presence. I may be their saviour but that doesn't mean I want to share my space with just anyone.

Still, the Mansion, true to what Shaco scouted for me, has a presence to it. The air is heavy and smothering to breath. Like trying to breath normally in a tornado, fortunately, it's something you get to.

Chapter 179: Prep For War; Demme's Prayer