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

For the second time this life I get to eat dirt because of a water whip. Wonderful.

A single burst of mana frees me for my bonds, I stand, pulling out my dagger as I do. Ahead of me, eyes glowing an ethereal blue are seven Dire wolves.

The smallest of them reaching my waist and the largest near towering over me. Gulping I glance back as they stalk me, setting their positions for an accurate pouncing, "Anselm! What are you doing back there?"

He grunts and slams one aside, "Letting you have your fun, why?"

Senses tingling I duck in time to spare myself a burn as a bolt of fire streaks across the space my head occupied. Two from either end of the encirclement lunge at me.

I stab my dagger at the one to my left, mercilessly it digs into my hand as Shaco leaps out my shirt, transforming into a black, thick serpent that wraps around the other and begins to crush.

Chapter 218: Dire Situation (P2)