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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 Fogwood Marsh was behind them.

The group walked along the muddy path, bruised, battered, but alive. The weight of their victory against the Basilisk Matriarch still clung to them—exhaustion, relief, and something else.

Tomas exhaled, shifting his shield. "I can't believe we actually did that."

Beren rolled his shoulder with a wince. "I can't believe we're still walking after that."

Leila flexed her fingers. "I can't believe I'm out of arrows."

Arlan chuckled. "You used them all?"

Leila scowled. "When the thing refuses to die, yeah."

Mira, ever the responsible one, stopped walking and crossed her arms. "Since we're already on the road, we should check our status screens. See if we improved."

Tomas groaned. "Mira, we're barely standing."

Tomas sighed. "Fine. But if I pass out, you're carrying me."

Mira ignored him and opened her system screen.

One by one, the group followed her lead, calling up their status windows.

A soft chime echoed in Arlan's mind as his screen appeared before him.

[ System Notification ]

Class: Necromancer – UniqueLevel: 9 → 10EXP: [0%]New Skill Available!

He exhaled slowly, keeping his face neutral. He couldn't open his skill selection here—not in front of everyone. If he did, the system might show something too revealing.

"Well?" he asked. "What's the damage?"

Tomas whistled. "Level 10. And I got a skill."

Mira exhaled, nodding. "Then it's official. We're strong enough for a class change."

He knew about class changes. The group had mentioned them in passing. But this was the first time the party had hit the milestone.

Mira arched a brow. "You really don't know?"

Tomas grinned, clapping Arlan on the back. "That's right. You're a street rat. No formal training."

Arlan shot him a deadpan look. "Thanks, Tomas."

Mira sighed, stepping in. "When we hit Level 10, 20, and 30, we reach a threshold for Class Advancement. It means we can specialize."

Arlan nodded slowly, acting as if this wasn't completely terrifying.

Which meant, if he wasn't careful—his Necromancer class could be exposed.

Their Class Options

Leila stretched. "Alright, so who's thinking of changing first?"

Tomas held up a hand. "Let's get back to town first. I'd rather not have a class evolution in the middle of the road."

Mira scanned her screen, frowning slightly. "My class change requires a test at the guild."

Mira sighed. "It means I have to prove I can handle it."

Arlan tried not to react. He knew that some advanced classes required trials. But his?

What would the guild do if they realized his hidden path wasn't Summoner—but something much darker?

Arlan turned his focus to his summons, glancing at his screen.

[ Summon Information ]

Bones (Skeletal Familiar)

Level: 6 → 7

Evolution Progress: [45%]

Shade (Spectral Familiar)

Level: 5 → 6

Evolution Progress: [20%]

Shade flickered beside him, his spectral form pulsing faintly. Bones, still curled on his shoulder in rat form, clicked his teeth—almost smug.

Leila leaned over Arlan's shoulder. "I don't know what's more unsettling. The fact that your summons are getting stronger… or the fact that your rat looks so damn proud of himself."

Leila tilted her head. "Was that an insult?"

Arlan grinned. "I have no control over what he says."

Beren snorted. "That's a lie, and we all know it."

Mira smirked. "Come on. Let's get back to town. We've got some serious decisions to make."

After the Storm