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

My eyes flutter open to a scattered bunch of system notifications. I haven't had this many since I woke up in the cave. The dinging at the back of my mind stops once I acknowledge the notifications and my surroundings.

I've been stripped of my clothes and put in a white, soft long gown that reaches my ankles. I've been laid and propped up rather comfortably on a bed and surrounded by soft pillows my arms and head sink into with ease.

At the end of the bed there's a table right in front of a mirror, a makeup table, but atop it is a familiar large gem, brimming with mana that I quickly identify as my own.

She must have administered me the drug while I was unconscious. Though I hope she wasn't the one to strip and dress me.

Groaning, I sit up and start giving my attention to the system's alerts.

[Passive release of dread makes weaker minded creatures cower]

Chapter 246: War Clothes