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…'

Claudius' mind as vestiges

health, considering them to be vanity, instead focusing on

after years of practice, he eventually advanced his

height, he kept this Class a

to the point where he was confident

care for

was the power to protect himself, and provide

such a height, he stopped his climb to power, but at

already had the body of an

for power—the cost

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

course, it was worth

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

desired to prove to himself, and the world, that his

one had

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Call: Knights

Claudius utilized one of his three Undead-based Skills, [Abyss Call], black

ten inches from him, and there were three of

the darkness emerged three

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

Of Black Stood, each with a weapon of speciality—a Sword, a Lance, lastly Bow

instantly took battle stances, with Claudius right behind them

the power

Skill, Claudius could summon the Undead

course, there were certain limitations to [Abyss Call]—like the total number of Undead he could store in his

to flow through and

undead-based Skills—[Dead Call],

Claudius already had a wide variety of Undead in his abyss, thirty-nine in total, and others which were in his territory back home… he didn't need to utilize his other

a waste having them, but the

and his loyal soldiers of the dead

rushed forth, instantly taking formation without any need for some kind of