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

Heather raised a brow at Smiley’s request. “So, you want me to separate this into two parts and push them into the dungeon?” 


Smiley grinned, “Yes. Blue first, then the red.” 


Heather pursed her lips as she looked into the warp charge. She was a little unsure of Smiley, as everyone knew about the smiling demon, and she hadn’t actually seen a warp charge either—even so, there was no telling what the blue and red energies swirling inside would do. 


But she traced a sentimental finger across her hair clip, a silent acknowledgment of the debt she owed Loki standing by their side. 


Heather began using her power while Smiley looked on from the side, though he hid his cunning grin, stifling it from appearing on his face as the blue energy miraculously responded. 


Hopeless