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 man and his ruffian guards are dismissed from our presence, good thing too, can't be near filth like him for extended periods of time.

Once they're gone, as if watching from somewhere I can't see, the doors swing open as she speaks again, "Come on in."

Gladly, I oblige ad stride into the room.

Or as it's starting to look...Palace. The room is unimaginably wide, the floor is covered in carpets of all sorts of expensive fabrics here and there, and the ceiling hangs several metrws above my head with chandeliers of magic bulbs illuminating the entire space in a cool gold luxurious light.

There's little shame in admitting that I am dwarved by the wealth displayed here. Even grandfather...

It seems our branch truly is the laughing stock of House Ire, and perhaps even the entire kingdom.

Chapter 202: The Marquess (P2)