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…'

as vestiges of regrets that would never

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

Gang, and after years of practice, he eventually advanced his Class

this Class a secret and kept growing in

the point where he was confident that he had surpassed the

didn't care

was the power to protect himself, and

height, he stopped his climb to power, but at

had the body of an elder

for power—the

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

Of course, it was worth

stood in front of the Compound Corpse, he

himself, and the world, that

one

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Knights

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

ten inches from him, and there were three of

darkness emerged three tall entities who donned full-plated

pure black, though signs of rust and gleams of purple appeared in several areas

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

battle stances, with Claudius right behind them as their

the power

Claudius could summon the Undead he

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

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

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

abyss, thirty-nine in total, and others which were in his territory back home… he didn't need to utilize

a waste having them, but the safest option remained

Claudius commanded, and his loyal

forth, instantly taking formation without any need for some