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 of regrets that would never

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

the Mercenary Gang, and after years of practice, he eventually advanced his Class to a B-Tier Class—Junior

a height, he kept this Class a secret

the point where he was confident that he had surpassed the Deadly

care for

was the power to protect himself, and provide for

he stopped his climb to power, but at

already had the body of an elder with a young

price for power—the cost of gaining nigh unrivaled

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

it was worth it

stood in front of the Compound Corpse, he desired to demonstrate

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

attain strength, one had to sacrifice

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Call: Knights

Undead-based Skills, [Abyss Call], black

ten inches from him, and

darkness emerged three tall entities who donned

though signs of rust and gleams of purple appeared in

three Knights Of Black Stood, each with a weapon of speciality—a

stances, with Claudius right behind them as their

power of [Abyss

could summon the Undead he had already made prior

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

to flow through and into him,

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

and others which were in his territory back home… he didn't need to

felt like a waste having them, but the safest

his loyal soldiers of the dead instantly

without any need for