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

Jay sent Sweeper and Red’s two guardian skeletons further back so they could keep the lights away while he waited for Dark and Lamp to investigate. He would need to stop for a while to use the host skill on Dark, so it was necessary to keep them back. 


Asra was still in pain, unable to walk as her leg wouldn’t heal. In Blue’s arms, she had locked her eyes shut, focusing on breathing steadily. 


Dark and Lamp bolted through the fog, creating whispers in the swamp grasses as they rushed past, and it wasn’t long before they made it to the area that Lamp had avoided. 


Jay and Asra only walked a little further along the cliff before Red tapped Jay’s shoulder and nodded, giving the signal that Dark was in position. 


Jay released a loose pile of bones from his gauntlet sat down, not wanting to get wet, dirty clothes from the damp, muddy ground. He was glad he received no death notifications of his undead as he thought of Dark and activated his host skill. 


Shifting Wounds