I transmigrated into a new world… and became the only hidden class: Necromancer.
But the world laughed.
"Necromancer? The weakest class in history!"
Yeah, right.
Because I awakened the God-Tier Skill System!
Other necromancers:
Spend massive mental energy to summon a single broken skeleton.
Me:
Activate skill — summon one skeleton per second!
University Exam Secret Realm:
Others just entered… and found no monsters.
Because every corner was already filled with my skeleton army.
Abyss Battlefield:
An endless legion of monsters charged—
Only to be swallowed whole by a sea of undead.
Beyond the Universe:
Bone dragons that blotted out the stars.
Corpse devourers that consumed worlds.
Doom knights that crushed entire civilizations.
Years later, I stood atop the throne of dominion, gazing down at all beings.
“Undeath is eternal.”
“I… AM THE APOCALYPSE!”
Hi, I only read about a dozen chapter's and this is my take. This fiction has potential. It has the typical problems that you may encounter in translated novels. Gender identification, words that make no sense. Dungeons are universal on fantasy stories, but calling them copy or replica wrong direction to use in english. The biggest problem I see is the cheat that the protagonist has. Spend one spirit to summon 1 skeleton a second. That's 60 skeletons a minute, 3600 a hour, which makes 86,400 skeletons a day. the kid just started out, and he has displayed this power to the schools. This would lead to 2 types of action to be taken by powers that be. subjugation or elimination of the protagonist. if you make him so powerful, the story becomes useless he's already the strongest. why extend the story. Tone down ability and have him hide his powers at least enough to make sense.