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…'

vestiges of regrets that would never

he abandoned his looks and health, considering them to be

joined the Mercenary Gang, and after years of practice, he

reaching such a height, he kept this

the point where he was confident that

care for

protect himself, and provide for

stopped his climb

body of an elder with a young man's

was the price for power—the cost of gaining nigh

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

Of course, it was

of the Compound Corpse, he desired to demonstrate it once more… the value

himself, and the world, that his actions were

attain strength, one

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Call: Knights

three Undead-based Skills, [Abyss Call], black circles began to appear

from him, and there were three of

three tall entities who donned

was pure black, though signs of rust and gleams of purple

weapon of speciality—a Sword, a Lance, lastly Bow

Claudius right behind them

the power

summon the Undead he

certain limitations to [Abyss Call]—like the total number of Undead he could store in his abyss, but this

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

Call], and [Ultimate

total, and others which were in his territory back home…

waste having them,

his loyal soldiers of the

taking formation without any need