John_Doever

In a world full of caped superheroes, supervillains, and monsters, Aldrich is worthless. 95% of humanity has evolved to develop superpowers, but Aldrich is one of the rare few that has no powers at all. 

Because of his lack of powers, Aldrich suffers relentless bullying and discrimination. Society looks down on him as a burden. He is reminded everyday that he is better off dead than alive. 

Yet one day, at the height of his despair, after Aldrich is spat on, beaten, and broken, when it seems like everything is taken from him, a familiar screen appears in front of him: a screen from his favorite fantasy role playing game giving him the chance to wield the power he has only ever dreamed of.

[Welcome, Host. Choose your Class:]
[Class: Necromancer selected] 

Watch as Aldrich rises from weak to strong. 

From suffering to finding vengeance. 

From standing alone to commanding undead legions.

From mere man to Lord of Death itself.

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Super Necromancer System

"A game of chess, is it?" said Aldrich. "You don't see pawns taking kings very often."


Nico's eyes glowered. "Consider this an exception."


Aldrich addressed Feather but did not turn his back on Nico. The Sword Capo was too dangerous to do that to.


"Feather, leave this area. Vexa will guide you to safety," said Aldrich.


"Already on it!" Feather sprinted away, his footsteps heavy and crunching as they sloppily meandered over the forest floor.


"No minions?" Nico's golden eyes flickered about, scanning Aldrich's surroundings. "Every battle report done on you indicates you fight with a variety of soldiers. A lonesome king is rather defenseless, wouldn't you say?"


"You don't have to worry. My soldiers are everywhere," said Aldrich. He began to raise his hands into the air. Green necromantic energy flickered about his fingers. His mist cloyed and settled on the many corpses littering the large clearing - the corpses of variants that Nico had slaughtered. "[Serve]."


Necromancer Vs. Capo