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 leave

abandoned his looks and health, considering them to be

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

reaching such a height, he kept this Class a secret

point where he was confident that he had

didn't care

power to protect himself, and provide for his every

height, he stopped his climb to power,

already had the body of an

for power—the

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

Of course, it was worth it

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

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

attain strength, one had

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Call: Knights

Skills, [Abyss

from him, and there were

three tall entities who donned full-plated

rust and gleams of purple appeared in several areas

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

stances, with Claudius right

was the power

could summon the Undead he had already made prior to the

limitations to [Abyss Call]—like the total number of Undead he

specifically because it didn't require Miasma to flow through and

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

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

felt like a waste having them, but

Claudius commanded, and his loyal soldiers

instantly taking formation without any need for some kind of