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

A cold air bristles past me and I peer open the eyes I hadn't realized I'd closed.

Sure enough, I'm exactly where I intended to be. Lotar's Realm.

This time the Wolf stands before me in its genderless form, it's tall, several feet taller than I. Larger, wider and over all just bigger than the average human and perhaps even the odd ones.

Its arms are crossed and its face tells me all I need to know about what's going through its mind right now. I always had trouble reading the Wolf when it was…a Wolf.

With a cheery smile already plastered on my face from the start, I spread out my arms and full of mirth, I greet my patron god, "Lotar! Good to see you!"

It doesn't seem to share the same sentiment as I do. Still, I walk towards the tall, lumbering Wolf Deity who for once barely had anything related to the creature its Lord over.

Chapter 181: Prep For War; Demme's Prayer (P3)