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In a world where every individual awakens with a class at sixteen, Arlan, an orphan from the grimy alleyways of Duskhaven, dreams of a better life. However, when his awakening reveals the forbidden and feared class of Necromancer, his dreams quickly turn into a carefully guarded secret.

Arlan isn't your typical necromancer raising hordes of undead; instead, he finds himself bonded to Bones, a quirky skeletal rat who quickly becomes his unlikely companion. Together, they navigate the perilous life of adventurers, joining a rookie adventuring party while desperately concealing Arlan's dark powers. As they delve into dangerous dungeons teeming with monsters, hidden treasures, and deadly rivals, Arlan must carefully balance his necromantic abilities, all the while convincing his skeptical party members that he's just another summoner with an unusual familiar.

The stakes rise when Cedric, a righteous paladin prodigy, joins their group. Ever vigilant against the dark arts, Cedric's suspicions threaten to expose Arlan’s secret at every turn. Amid thrilling battles, humorous mishaps, and heartfelt friendships, Arlan struggles with his growing powers and morality, learning the true meaning of strength, loyalty, and courage.

A Slightly Undead Adventure is an exhilarating journey filled with humor, heart, and heroics, perfect for fans of fantasy who enjoy watching an underdog navigate the complexities of friendship, secrecy, and discovering one's true potential—even if that potential happens to involve talking skeletons.

A Slightly Undead Adventure

The morning after their latest dungeon run, Arlan sat at the edge of his straw mattress, absently running his fingers over the smooth metal of the amulet hidden in his cloak. The crypt was still on his mind. No matter how many goblins he killed or how many normal quests he took, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had already set its sights on him.

Bones, nestled on his lap, clicked his teeth softly.

"I know, buddy," Arlan muttered, rubbing the top of the undead rat's skull. "We can't ignore it forever."

A voice, distant but unmistakable, slithered into his thoughts.

You are delaying the inevitable… but the dead never sleep forever.

Arlan exhaled sharply and stuffed the amulet deeper into his cloak, shaking off the lingering chill that crept up his spine.

Maybe it was time to stop stalling.

Guild Hall – A Different Kind of Quest

The usual crowd was already gathered at the guild hall by the time Arlan arrived. Tomas and Beren were engaged in an animated discussion over breakfast, while Leila sat nearby, picking at her food with her usual casual disinterest. Mira, as always, was already focused on the quest board.

Arlan took his usual spot, pulling up a chair.

Leila arched an eyebrow at him. "You look worse than usual."

Tomas grinned. "She's not wrong. You look like you wrestled with a ghost last night."

Arlan had been wrestling with something in his thoughts, but he wasn't about to say that out loud.

Mira gave him a look but didn't press the issue. Instead, she tapped a piece of parchment on the table. "We've got another job. Not a dungeon run this time."

Arlan perked up slightly. "What is it?"

Beren leaned forward, grinning. "We're hunting a ghoul."

Leila sighed dramatically. "We were going to take another dungeon run, but someone"—she shot a glare at Beren—"got excited about something called a 'Wandering Revenant.'"

Arlan tried to act casual. "A what?"

Mira pushed the parchment toward him. "A ghoul-like creature spotted near the outskirts of Duskhaven. Farmers are saying they've seen something moving near their fields at night, lurking around old ruins."

Arlan's fingers twitched slightly. The crypt.

"We weren't going to take it," Tomas said, leaning back. "Ghouls are nasty business. But Beren seemed way too eager to smash something undead."

Beren grinned, crossing his arms. "I like smashing things."

Arlan hesitated, trying to keep his expression neutral. He knew this wasn't just some random hunt. If it was connected to the crypt, then this might be his best chance to find out more—before something found him first.

He forced himself to nod. "Alright. Let's do it."

Mira eyed him carefully. "You sure? You've been… off lately."

Arlan swallowed down the unease creeping up his spine. "I'm fine."

The amulet in his cloak pulsed again.

Lies are the first step toward ruin, little necromancer.

Arlan clenched his jaw. He wasn't lying.

But as he followed his friends out of the guild hall, he had the sinking feeling that this wasn't just another quest.

This was going to change everything.

Signs of Change