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…'

mind as vestiges of regrets that would never leave

was because of these thoughts that he abandoned his looks and health, considering them to be vanity, instead focusing on the

practice, he eventually advanced his Class

reaching such a height, he kept this Class a secret and kept

confident that

didn't care for

protect himself, and

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

an elder with

was the price for power—the cost of gaining nigh unrivaled

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

it was worth

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

prove to himself, and the

strength, one had to sacrifice

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Call: Knights Of

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

ten inches from him, and there were three

darkness emerged three tall entities who donned full-plated

signs of rust and gleams of purple appeared

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

took battle stances, with Claudius right behind them as

the power of [Abyss

Skill, Claudius could summon the Undead he had already made prior to the

number of Undead he could store in his abyss, but this

specifically because it didn't require Miasma to flow through and into him, hence it didn't

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

already had a wide variety of Undead in his abyss, thirty-nine in total, and others which were in

them, but the safest option remained

and his loyal soldiers of the dead instantly

forth, instantly taking formation without any need for some