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…'

in Claudius' mind as vestiges of regrets

thoughts that he abandoned his looks and health, considering them to be

after years of practice, he eventually advanced his Class to

such a height, he kept this Class a

where he was confident that he had surpassed

care for ranks,

to protect himself, and provide for

climb to

had the body of an elder with a young

price for power—the cost of

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

course, it was

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

and the world,

attain strength, one had

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Call: Knights

of his three Undead-based Skills, [Abyss Call],

shadows were about ten inches from

three tall entities who

though signs of rust and gleams of purple appeared in several areas of

with a weapon of speciality—a Sword, a

with Claudius right behind them as

was the power of [Abyss

could summon the Undead he had

number of Undead he could store in his abyss,

flow through and into him, hence it didn't affect his

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

his abyss, thirty-nine in total, and others

a waste having them, but

loyal

taking formation without any need for some kind