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

Inside the mist keep dungeon, back in Losla, Jay had found three acid-filled shards. They were not useless, even though they were leftovers after a fight between a twisted abomination and giant warrior statues. Within each shard was an acid so powerful that it turned stone to liquid. Jay had been keeping these for emergency situations, and now was a perfect moment. 


Jay made one appear, and he tossed it down into the gap. 


The fist-sized shard exploded, and only now did Jay realize the abomination pressurized it on the inside. 


“Such a despicable creature.” He thought, remembering the Mannaton Soul Eater, its soulless stare and its slackened jaw. 


It landed perfectly on the jammed side of the gate. The acid spattered all over the rust and angrily hissed as it ate through both the rust and stone alike; each of them melted like wax before a flame, and with a deep screeching metal grind, the gate moved again. 


Locked Away