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…'

remained in Claudius' mind as vestiges of regrets that would never leave

his looks and health, considering them to be vanity, instead focusing on the pursuit

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

this Class

point where he was confident that he had surpassed the

didn't care for ranks,

wanted was the power to protect himself, and provide for

stopped his climb to power, but at

of an elder with a young

the price for power—the cost of gaining nigh unrivaled

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

Of course, it

as Claudius stood in front of the Compound Corpse, he

prove to himself, and the

attain strength, one had

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

about ten inches from him, and there were

darkness emerged three tall entities who donned full-plated

black, though signs of rust and gleams of purple appeared

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

instantly took battle stances, with Claudius right behind them

the power of

Skill, Claudius could summon the Undead he had

total number of Undead he could

to flow through and

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

in his abyss, thirty-nine in total, and others which were in his territory

a waste having them, but the safest

commanded, and his loyal soldiers

formation without