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

The ground erupts with both corporeal and physical arms grasping at the charging Lindworms, bringing them to a halt and attempting to bury them while I prepare my next spell.

Channelling the mana within me I take in a large and heavy breath, careful not to swallow as the spell I've got within does it's work.

Already they've begun to break out of my spell's grasps, expected but a bit too soon. However, my next spell activates painfully, the cost for casting without a proper medium.

Exhaling the breath it bursts out of me as a deadly mist of necrotic energies, breathing it ought to be fatal. As the Lindworms squirm and trash at their aching bodies I spit out a chunk of flesh from my mouth, a bit of my cheek taken as the medium for the spell.

Chapter 235: Spirit Warriors (P3)