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

It's been hours, perhaps we've already sunk the entire day into fighting the Beast Mother's Cavern without ever laying eyes on the Beast Mother herself. But we've come far this day, farther than we'd come before at least.

We're right where I want us to be. I'm full of mana and the Spirit Warriors freshly summoned and Jungle stronger now that he's caught up on some rest albeit sick with a hunger that plagues us both because somehow, neither of us thought it prudent to pack a meal.

Frankly I thought I'd only spend a couple hours here with the large reinforcement of Spirit Warriors I stepped in with, but quickly proved not to be the case.

Still, we're right where I want us, need us to be. We're ready.

He gives me a curt nod, twirls his spear brining up the tip with a flame blazing and starts the unsteady march down the tunnel.

Chapter 239: Final Stand