An Extra’s POV

Claudius Fern Frierant had an Exclusive Skill since he was born—[Dead Call].

It allowed him to resurrect a dead person to become his personal slave. Of course, this slave had neither the will nor the mind that they possessed when they were alive.

They were merely husks of their former selves.

In essence… Undead.

He knew he was special since he was a kid, and his family agreed.

He was given the most luxurious upbringing, and after practicing his Skill for years, more offshoots arose, until he finally gained the Necromancer Apprentice Class.

It was a C-Tier Class, but for a man in his late teens to have advanced that far already, it was an amazing feat worthy of celebration.

Thanks to this Class, and the Privileges that came with them—along with his pre-existing Skills—he became quite the prodigy.

Everyone said he matured a lot faster than his age, and for a while, it was considered a compliment.

But… Claudius soon understood that it was more of a curse than a blessing.

The Miasma involved in Necromancy had inadvertently caused his body to age a lot faster than it normally would, causing him to appear like a man in his thirties despite being a late teenager.

Of course, this process only became much worse the more he utilized his power.

At a point, he decided to stop in order to prevent any further aging.

But… the Dragons came.

They burned his home to the ground and took everything that mattered to him in the blink of an eye.

He wasn't strong enough to stop them.

He couldn't do anything but run away, escaping from the only place that he had grown to love.

'If only… If only I kept becoming strong, would I have been able to stop them? Maybe I could have at least saved my family! Maybe…'

mind as vestiges of

he abandoned his looks and health, considering them to be vanity, instead focusing

of practice, he eventually

this Class a

the point where he was confident that he had

didn't care for ranks,

power to protect himself, and

height, he stopped his climb to power, but at that

had the body of an elder with a

price for power—the cost

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

course, it was

stood in front of the Compound Corpse, he desired

desired to prove to himself, and the world,

attain strength, one had

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Knights

his three Undead-based Skills, [Abyss Call], black circles

were about ten inches from

within the darkness emerged three

though signs of rust and gleams of

Of Black Stood, each with a weapon

stances, with Claudius right

power of

Undead he

of Undead he could store in his abyss,

didn't require Miasma to flow through and into him, hence it didn't affect

undead-based Skills—[Dead Call], and [Ultimate

of Undead in his abyss, thirty-nine in total, and others which

felt like a waste having them,

Claudius commanded, and his loyal soldiers of the dead

taking formation without