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

health, considering them to be

practice, he eventually advanced

he kept this

where he was confident that he

care for

power to protect himself, and provide for his

height, he stopped his climb to

the body of an elder with

for power—the cost of gaining nigh unrivaled

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

it was worth

of the Compound Corpse, he desired to demonstrate it

to himself, and the

strength, one had

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Knights

Undead-based Skills, [Abyss Call], black

were about ten inches from him, and there were

emerged three tall

black, though signs of rust and gleams of

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

battle stances, with Claudius

power

could summon the Undead he had already made prior to the

total number of Undead he could store in

didn't require Miasma to flow through and into

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

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

waste having them, but the safest option

Claudius commanded, and his loyal soldiers of the

formation without