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

Anselm and Jungle had their fair look at the depth of the pool of mud water the maw jumped out of. Jungle wasted no time drilling me, asking what kind of snake it was, what colour, how large, if it spoke to me.

I was caught off guard at the last one. If it spoke to me. No one told me these things could fucking speak. I tossed aside his questions for a question of my own; where the fuck is my soul?

No, not my soul, but my soul, one of the thirty-two that resided in the Gem. When the maw plunged back into the pool I pulled and called for the soul to return to me, I could feel it fighting to leave whatever was holding it back.

It hasn't returned. Worse even, I can't feel it any more, I can't call on it, it's as if it never existed. Whatever that beast was, it ate my soul and I'm pissed about it.

Chapter 224: The Pool