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

"Who are you, and what are you doing in this part of the forest?"

Several things pass through my mind looking at the person before us. A person of strong body and strong mind no doubt, the fierce bark wood mask hides their identity and the fall of their ragged hair over their chest conceals their gender.

But none of that matters much. Certainly not as much as the spear behind them. Although the spear had detonated, blown off the newly born snake head in an inferno I felt even at this distance from it, the weapon still stands, stuck in place in the ground, unmoved and seemingly undamaged by it's own fury.

As Anselm shifts closer to me and Shaco slithers back onto my shoulders through my sleeves our present company cautiously takes steps back, retreating to their weapon.

Chapter 212: Jungle