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

After barely surviving my soul being pulled on both its ends I decided rather quickly not to play with my food. Swiftly dispatching the Gamma Warrior Anselm was fighting I'm left with a sore body, an odd feeling and a splitting headache where Lotar scorched that mark into my head.

Looking through my spell list I find that killing these guys didn't add much to me, their deaths didn't even unlock a new spell or anything. Although I did get a large boost in Soul Manipulation proficiency.

Which is strange given I didn't extract that Gamma Warriors Soul, if anything it was the other way around, it nearly swallowed mine. But I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I gladly accept the boost in proficiency.

I dust the snow off myself and try and save face as Anselm flies all around me asking what the hell caused me to scream out in agony like that,

Chapter 206: Pieces