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

health, considering them to

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

such a height, he kept this Class a

to the point where he was confident that he had

didn't care

was the power to protect himself, and provide for his every

reached such a height, he stopped his climb to power, but at that point it was too

the body of an elder with a

was the price for power—the cost of gaining

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

Of course, it was

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

prove to himself, and the world, that

one

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Knights

Claudius utilized one of his three Undead-based Skills, [Abyss

were about ten inches from

three tall entities

rust and gleams of purple appeared in several

each with a weapon of

Claudius right behind

the power

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

Call]—like the total number of

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

Call], and [Ultimate

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

like a waste having them, but the safest option remained

Claudius commanded, and his loyal soldiers

formation without any need