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 spell I've been meaning to use but never really got the chance. A spell that requires there be at least a single undead within range and switches your position with that undead.

Essentially teleportation but just with extra steps.

I groan out in horrible pain as my body drops like a bag onto the hard grassy floor, a thing I'm sure should be soft.

I've just switched places with my dear, dear newly created self-sustaining undead, Panda.

The sounds of skittering and scampering quickly let me know that I haven't much time to reminisce or appreciate the hulking mass of power Panda is.

Instead, I snap my fingers the resulting explosion is so powerful I can hear it from the very edge of the wall. Some projectiles even arc across the sky soon after.

Still wheezing and unable to breathe properly or at all with my ribs broken into my lungs, I quickly call unto mana and begin to mould into my second most mastered spell.

Chapter 184: Prep For War; Assault On Demme (P3)