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

was because of these thoughts that he abandoned his looks and health, considering them to be

after years of practice, he eventually advanced

height, he kept this Class a secret and kept growing

the point where he was confident that he

didn't care for ranks,

protect himself, and provide for his every

he reached such a height, he stopped his climb to

an elder with a young

was the price for power—the cost of

Was it worth it?

The answer was simple.

it was worth

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

desired to prove to himself, and the world, that his actions

strength, one had to sacrifice

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Knights

Skills, [Abyss Call], black circles

about ten inches from

darkness emerged three tall entities who donned full-plated

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

a weapon of speciality—a Sword, a Lance, lastly

Claudius

the power

Skill, Claudius could summon the Undead he had already made

there were certain limitations to [Abyss Call]—like the total number of Undead he could store

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

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

variety of Undead in his abyss, thirty-nine in total, and others which were in

waste having them, but the safest option

Claudius commanded, and his loyal soldiers of the

taking formation without any need for some kind of remote