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

The beast, or creature before me stood at near fifteen feet and possibly even higher. The beast stood on hooves, like those of a bull, in fact, exactly like those of a bull.

It's body however was nothing like its black, hairy muscular legs, its body was that of a man. Its entire torso all the way up to its neck is thick with muscle, heaving deep breath and pushing out visible puffs of air.

Its arms were also that of a man, long with a large, veiny hand at the end. The arms attached to a shoulder that then led up to what I stare at now in shock and mild disbelief.

Its heavy looking head held equally long, spread out heavy looking horns that could be as huge as my entire flimsy forearm.

My mouth falls agape as I stare at the thing, looming before me in all its terrible glory and I wonder. Perhaps the Benefactor was the Devil after all?

Chapter 185: Prep For War; The Benefactor Or The Forest