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

Hastra giggles, a high pitched, excited sound you can't really hate when you hear it. I'm getting used to hearing it now, this being the second morning my ears have rang with it."

Aren stands beside me, his hands stuffed under his armpits just for that extra warmth as he watches Hastra play.

He sighs, sniffling he asks, "What do you think this means?" He's nervous, a lot of people are.

Before our very eyes everything we used to know was changing and there's plainly nothing we can do about it.

The sudden change has caused mother to ramp up her plans, she'll be leaving at first light tomorrow, that is of course, if the sun can shine through the soft yet heavy haze of this cold.

Again, Hastra giggles, she packs some of it in her hands and brings it over with a grin wide spread across her face, "Don't worry, it's a little cold but its harmless!"

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