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

The mountains echoed as the beast roared when it saw its meal, trying to scare Jay into submission. 


The beast still had over one thousand health, and Jay definitely didn't have the damage to stop it, neither did he have the mana to sustain his skeletons - especially when each of them were dying in one to two hits. 


Jay had no doubts that his fate would be the same as Lamp's - encased helplessly in vines as they drained all his blood before twisting the remains of his body into a paste, wringing out every drop of the blood as if he were a damp cloth. 


Fighting a level twenty-seven beast was just too far beyond his skill level. 


Perhaps if it didn't know exactly where he was and had no health regeneration there would be a way to hide somewhere and send his skeletons in over a few days, whittling it down slowly, but right now the only option was to flee. There was no escaping its blood scent. 


Do Not Slow Down