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

“No way…” Dan said, slowly raising his axe as he gazed at the treeline. 


“Huh, didn’t expect to see one of those here.” Paul brandished his cloud spear once more. 


The creature was as tall as most of the trees. Its body was kite-shaped; large logs made a teepee shape around a glowing green core, with smaller branches and sticks filling the gaps in between. 


Four thick tree trunk legs attached on each side of it, each of them thumping into the ground, every step slowly driving it forwards. 


There was an opening at the front of its body, allowing green light to wash out from the glowing green core inside. 


Its body was like a walking wooden furnace - of course, there was no fire inside, only the green ball of a plasma-like energy. 


Nest Spore 1