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

Long, agile and a sick shade of green, two monstrous lizards skitter across the floor, approaching me at a rapid pace as they zigzag through each other's paths to confuse. With each snap of my finger bolts of blood, green and blue in colour snap out of the globules suspended above my head.

The bolts miss their slippery targets and I'm forced to push back. One makes it close enough to lunge and with an angry wave of my hand a bone spears through its thin chest, taking it out of the air.

My defense is breached by the other that'd lunged lower, tackling me to the ground. I snap out my dagger and desperately try to keep it from digging its fangs into my shoulder. It's a bigger struggle than I thought it would be, its teeth bare against me, my hands pushing its long, razor sharp filled mouth away from my face with all that's left of my arm strength.

Chapter 227: Warm Blooded Greetings (P2)