My Necromancer Class

Walking into his laboratory, Viladore took off his coat before it floated itself over the top coat rack and hung itself. A luminous orb lit up the room as he sat down at his desk and waved his hand over a black cube.

"Greetings, master,"

"Hello." Viladore leaned on his desk over the black cube with a warm smile. "Can you do it yet?"

"No, master." The black cube responded as tiny black crystal eyes peeked from the top of it, gazing up at Viladore.

"Oh ok, keep trying. Soon we can try some different materials, then maybe you'll be able to sense mana." Viladore looked at the black cube lovingly. His current project.

"Thank you, master."

Viladore only stared back at it, while it seemed to await orders for a moment before its black crystal eyes lowered back into its cube body, forming a perfect seam.

Viladore leaned back in his chair. Once it can sense mana, perhaps I can have it make copies of itself or build more of its own body, growing into a creation even more spectacular than its own creator.

His eyes glowed blue with anticipation, slightly failing to hold back his mana. It already has its own mind, though still infantile at this stage. It won't be long before I teach it some basic philosophy and maybe even some mana craft theory, he smiled knowingly at his little black cube. Someday, someday soon, its advancement will be endless.

It will conquer dungeons with ease, and make my power unquestionable.

With that, he took out diagrams along with some ancient parchments as he made notes, tweaking his cube design and writing new diagrams.

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I have to keep going. I have to get stronger so no one can control me, or even kill me - then when I'm free, I will continue to get stronger still - for myself, for my sake. And why would I ever stop? I won't let someone catch me - only to become their tool again. Jay encouraged himself, reinforcing his purpose.

I will become a power among the powers.

Since the moment he got this class, he knew he was in danger. Already, he was feeling like he was being manipulated by the guild master - both of them knowing that he would be killed if the wrong person discovered his class.

Upon telling himself this, resolute in his own way, Jay felt like something was calling to him from his inventory - it was his book. Taking it out, he gazed at the cover.

"Hmm, it's been a while old friend" he tenderly held the book as he analyzed it.

[One day, One Lifetime]

"Oh? You changed your name again." Jay talked to his little book as he looked at the golden ring on the front of the book. It was slightly more shattered now - while a small dot of gold appeared in the center of the ring.

Interesting… thought Jay, finding a boulder to sit on.

Since Jay was tired, he read the new page of the mysterious black book, and began thinking to himself.

I wonder if this is changing my thoughts somehow... Well, so far it has made sense, so it can't be that bad? He shrugged, reading the rest of the new page - this time, the writing was in thicker, gothic lettering.

After reading, Jay was less tired now and felt even more resolute. He stashed his book, standing up to continue grinding as he walked through the darkness once more, a blue lamp-carrying skeleton at his side.

Taking random turns through the cave system, he was looking for more monsters to increase his power, though he had lost track of the monster he was hunting; the one that released a mana pulse attack. The cave walls no longer had any crystals in them, so there wasn't a glowing path to follow.

It felt like an hour before they came across another light up ahead. Moving cautiously, Jay prepared his buckler as he walked towards the light. The closer he got, the colder it was - his breath beginning to create mist as he exhaled.

The light seemed to respond to him as it, too, moved closer. Suddenly, he saw another skeleton in the dark. Jay was a little startled before he realized it was an old mirror. The light approaching was merely his own reflection.

The mirror was huge, twice as tall as Jay and wider than two doors, towering over Jay as it seemed to threaten him merely by its size. Strangely, it had no dust on it despite being in the filthy mine, perfectly reflecting Jay and his skeletons; the mirror seemed to be as clear as water. It was obvious to Jay that this was a magical mirror - or perhaps something worse.

It had a black-gray frame made of ancient wood. Jay drew near to look more closely at the wood frame, before realizing it seemed to have warped faces of people screaming in horror at its decoration.

"Nope. Fuck that." he backed away, yet suddenly he noticed in the mirror's reflection a silt-wolf approached him from behind, about to pounce while his back was turned.

"Shit!" he turned around as he ducked to the side. Normally he would've stepped back, if not for the mirror there.

As he turned around, raising his buckler, he realized there was no silt-wolf there.

Curiously, he looked at the mirror as he backed away. The reflection of himself, however, didn't back away. It stood there, staring at him with a scornful expression.

"Nice try, you cursed fuck. You're not getting my soul." Jay wouldn't give the mirror a chance. He wouldn't even throw a stone at it, thinking that it would somehow use it to its advantage. He walked back the way he came and turned down a different path.

It wasn't long before Jay came across another silt-wolf. Jay had his two minions, Blue and Red, go to fight it. Yet another wolf suddenly attacked him from the side, bolting from the shadows.

"Shit!" A different silt wolf pounced on Jay.

The first one was merely acting as bait to draw out his skeletons.

The wolf pushed him to the ground as the lamp-carrying skeleton stabbed at the wolves' shoulder and ribs, trying to save its master.

The wolf was trying to snap down on his skull right as Jay shoved his buckler into its maw, stabbing at its eyes while he struggled on his back. The buckler was cracking from the tremendous pressure of the wolf's jaw, quickly losing durability.

Getting desperate, Jay shifted his ring while it was inside the wolf. The wolf's mouth filled up with bones, pushing it open. Before long, its neck bulged and it couldn't take the pressure off the bones as it gagged - some sharper bones cut its throat from the inside.

It spat out Jay's buckler along with many bones. Jay stood up as it hacked and spewed - while the lamp-skeleton continued to stab, targeting the wolf's neck.

Before long, Blue and Red had finished killing their silt wolf and pounced on the one that attacked Jay, ripping through its hide and flesh with fervor. It wasn't long before it died, still being stabbed relentlessly by three overly enthusiastic necro warriors.

[200 Exp] [200 Exp]

With a few heavy breaths, Jay calmed his nerves after the fight.

That was close. I probably would've been knocked out and lost 20 HP if it bit my head. Jay stared at the corpse for a moment.

Seems like it's getting dangerous. The wolves are working together more. Perhaps I should leave... He looked at his skeletons.

Most dungeons aren't meant to be done solo, anyway... Another skeleton would be useful.

Checking his cracked buckler, the metal frame was warped.

And I'll need another buckler too, or maybe even a shield.

Having an idea, Jay tried to make a bone-shield - but first, he upgraded his last minion with the silt wolf bones. After the upgrade, this one had the same color pattern as Red: cobalt-blue bones with red specks in them - so Jay found another name for it.

"Since you so nicely carried the lamp, I will put extra creative effort into your name for your service," Jay winked.

"You are Lamp!" he laughed into the dungeon, the laughter echoing back as it seemed to make a chorus of maniacal laughter. "You're Lamp now. I love Lamp."

Lamp didn't respond.

Pleased with himself, Jay sat down next to the second silt wolf's body.

Jay had his necrotic ring tenderly extract the bones from the wolf's corpse as it left three more plates and another spine on the ground behind. Adding them to his inventory, Jay gained six ferritic plates in total from the battle.

Maybe I should save these metal plates for when I come across an armorer, or perhaps mana scribe... hmm, I probably won't be able to afford a mana scribe for quite some time.

The ruling class protected all mana scribes; they were not just a sign of wealth and nobility to the lords they worked for, but also created powerful items by inscribing mana craft pathways into them - you would merely have to channel mana into such an item and it would reproduce a spell.

Often, a noble family would not be considered for marriage arrangements if they didn't have at least one mana scribe working under them.

Jay sat cross-legged against the cave wall as he crafted his shield.

I'll use the white bones first in case I mess up. Once I discover the blueprint, I'll be able to perfect it.