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

[Death Grip] tendrils lift me far above the battlefield, or rather the soon to be battlefield. Dozens of the tendrils extend outward, plucking and tossing stray monsters wherever I can spare my attention.

It's a flood. My Blood Shower continues to torture the monsters and they seek escape and reprieve, but as they run blindly down the long wide corridors they fall into Shaco's set traps. Smaller showers, flurry of spikes and wide slices.

Between the two of us, my familiar and I, we've cut the bulk of the enemy in half. All that's left to bother at the seemingly extra large Lindworms and the evil eyed white snakes spitting lava out at us.

Looking down at them from my height doesn't keep me safe. Three whites gather their mouths together and in some sick breakage their jaws split and fuse together. The sight sends shivers through me but the boiling ball of lava forming above their open maw frightens me.

Chapter 237: No Respite (P2)