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

Although I made a clear food for protection deal with the Spriggan, I realized just in time that the village, Demme having their own luck of food and security is not good business on my part.

The people of Demme need a leash to be kept on them so they know to stay in line and under my rule. That leash just so happens to be food.

So, while I still had the spirit, I added something to the bill, "But I'll let you know when and in what quantities to keep the land arable and fresh."

Though I'm speaking to her through the simple grass manifestation of her will, I sense her give a feeling of confusion.

And I'm right. She asks, "You wish me not to give it my best?"

I shrug, "Your best produce sure but not your best bulk delivery, if you catch my drift."

She doesn't, "Yes, yes I want you to be subpar with the food when I need you to, trust me, this all works in your favour."

Chapter 188: Prep For War; Intermission