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 vines twist, turn and churn all around me. The Minotaur held up in the air, pierced thtrough so unexpectedly finally begins to struggle.

It wiggles in the grip of the vines and quite frankly I can't begin to tell what plan it has to free itself from such impalement.

The vines find its wiggling annoying and bothersome however, and decide to toss the Minotaur away like trash out the door.

Whereas I'm seated on the bare floor, petrified by all that's happened in mere moments.

The grass underneath my feet begins to grow and stretch, pulling out from my feet and rising tall and long. Trees begin to sprout in an instant and those tree creatures from earlier march out from its bark.

The Forest seems to come alive all around me, I have no other choice than to get to my feet or be swallowed by the rising grasses.

Fortunately for me, the tree creatures are not here for me, this time, in multiple numbers they're here for the Minotaur.

Chapter 187: Prep For War; The Benefactor Or The Forest (P3)