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

Jungle has done well as a guide, very well. He's brought us to the paths of Trolls, giant spiders, more Dire Wolves and the familiar face of a Werebear.

But that isn't even the most exciting part of any of this, the exciting part is when we get ambushed, like now.

When the Shambling Mounds would spring out, or some roots take me by the ankle and dangle me over a gaping mouth of yet another hungry plant. Those are the most exciting times, off my feet with seconds to react, seconds to not die instantly to a piece of salad.

"Harh!" I grunt, swiping at their heads. "Anselm! Would you hurry it up already?" I scream out to my companion, blood pooling in my mouth and a giant spike lodged in my side.

I'd never expected there to be traps. Monsters yes, but traps?

The wooden spike launched at me the moment I stepped on the trigger, impaling my side and leaving me vulnerable to the horde of green ugly short men that burst out of the bushes cackling.

Chapter 219: Goblin Matters