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

“Young master, please reconsider going out today. You only just woke up after what happened…” Hodley said, standing in the hallway with a concerned look. 


“Ugh. Get out of my way.” Matheson pushed him to the side, ignoring him with an angry look. 


Matheson had mostly recovered after being pierced by treant antlers. 


His bones still felt bruised but they were mostly fine and he wanted to get back to training as quickly as possible. 


It seemed that the pain during the attack was so great that he simply forgot the experience; his brain wouldn’t let him remember it. 


For Matheson, that changed nothing anyway. This was just another setback. 


Whether he remembered the painful experience or not, he only cared about getting stronger. He had a better grasp of the world now and knew that strength reigned - even all the political games played by men he considered cockroaches had one purpose, and that was to gather strength so they could impose their will onto others. 


Diluted Intelligence