Jay was merely an abandoned butcher’s son, living in a small village on the outskirts of a magical world. When humans came of age, they would receive their class from a mana conduit, granting them magic powers, and begin their lives as adventurers. 
 “Status,” Thought Jay, checking his class. 
[Necromancer Level 1]  
“...I’m a Necromancer?” His eyes widened in shock. Looking around in fear, he breathed a sigh of relief. No one heard him. 
This was a monster class, and one of the more powerful monsters at that; a powerful being which raised the dead to fight on its behalf. If anyone knew, they would hunt Jay down and kill on sight. He was not just a threat to the authority of the nobles, but to all living things. 
“But am I a monster now? Or human? I guess it doesn’t matter. They’ll kill me all the same.”
Jay had only one option: to get stronger, building his necrotic powers up so that he may one day become untouchable.

Through plotting, secrecy, and sometimes by sheer carnage, he can only attempt to survive in this hostile world.
Join Jay as he struggles against all odds and misfortune, against a world that wants him dead, as he secretly rises and bends this world to his will.

My Necromancer Class

Hmm… maybe we should’ve just gone back to Losla with the girl, Jay thought, walking down the hill. 


I guess it’s more appropriate to confirm if there are any more survivors, even if I doubt it. Whatever happened, happened fast. It seemed like the attack was quite thorough, too. Besides, we’re here to exterminate. We aren’t supposed to be bringing survivors back, this wasn’t meant to be a rescue quest. 


Jay thought there were no other survivors, but he felt it was his responsibility to make sure, so he kept navigating down the hill, into the valley. He wasn’t sure if he should just take the girl back to save her, but he justified himself in this way. 


More experience will be good anyway. he encouraged himself as he willed his skeletons to report for duty. He knew they were close, but not sure exactly where they were. Their presence was more like a feeling rather than knowledge. 


Valley