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 of regrets that

looks and health, considering them to be vanity, instead focusing

after years of practice, he eventually advanced his

this Class a

where he was confident that

care

protect himself, and provide for his

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

the body of an elder

the price for power—the cost of gaining

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

it was

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

himself, and the world, that his actions

strength, one had

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Knights

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

about ten inches from him, and there were three of

darkness emerged three tall entities

of rust and gleams of purple appeared in

weapon

instantly took battle stances, with Claudius right behind them

power of

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

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

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

other undead-based Skills—[Dead Call],

variety 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

his loyal soldiers of

formation without any need for some kind of remote