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

With everything finally over on my side of the chaos at least, I set some elves free and hand them the keys to the others while I head towards the familiar one from earlier.

I have many, many questions for him.

Brought off the chains that kept him shackled I approach, still with Hastra by my side.

The woman had gone mute after a while, especially after she identified the blood skewered Baron to be one of the main instigators to the little rebellion against Kaylin albeit still one of the many idiots the ran off in fear.

I think I may have gone overboard with my meting out of punishment, at least in front of her tender, naive eyes.

Still, we move and she doesn't fall behind. Hopefully seeing me kill so many humans doesn't stop her from serving my purposes with fervor.

"Hello," I greet the panting half elf laid tiredly on the ground. His wrists are red and sore, a testament to how fast they were re-enslaved.

Chapter 194: Prep For War; Stress