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

Despite my speaking to it, the Goblin Shaman is unable to understand a single word of my threats, promises or bargains. As such it's a tad difficult getting the information I need from it.

We'd dragged and tied it to at the base of a tree where it can see its over grown minion lay, moaning in pain as we chop off regenerated parts every so often.

Jungle is impatient as ever, pacing about the clearing urging that we move on to his thing since mine is a clear deadend. It frustrates me that he's right, but I'm not giving up yet, not on his demands anyway.

"Do you see anything to it? Anything that could power it to do this?" I ask.

Anselm, floating beside me shakes his head, he looks between the giant goblin and the shaman and sighs, "No, there's nothing linking them either, at least nothing I can see."

'So how does the shaman give her orders?'

Chapter 222: An Orb