Jay was merely a butcher, living in a small village on the outskirts of a magical world. When humans came of age, they would receive their class from a mana conduit, and begin their lives as adventurers. “Status” Thought Jay, checking his class. [Necromancer Level 1] “...I'm a Necromancer?!” he was shocked. Looking around in fear, he was glad no one heard him. In this world, this was a monster class - and one of the more powerful monsters at that. Jay knew he would be hunted down and killed on sight - he was not just a threat to the authority of the nobles, but to all living things. Jay now had only one option - to get stronger; building his necrotic powers up so that he may one day become untouchable. Through plotting, secrecy, and sometimes by sheer carnage, he can only attempt to survive in this hostile world. Join Jay as he struggles against all odds and misfortune, against a world that wants him dead, as he secretly rises and bends this world to his will.
I opened my eyes to find myself in another world. For some odd reason, I ended up as a sword. Before my eyes laid a plain full of magic beasts, and so, I launched my body and flew in search of a partner, a wielder (females only). Wait. Absorbing magic stones gets me skills? Oh hell yeah! This be fun! More, more, give me more! Gimme all your magic stones! Okay, yeah no , but I am accepting anything anyone’s willing to give. This tale is one that follows your everyday nerd, normal as could be, save for the fact that he happened to reincarnate as a sword.
Roan ran away 20 years ago from his rural village in the aim of becoming a Great General. However, all he got 20 years later was just a handful of money and the lowly position of squad commander of the First Legion’s. In the end, he became a cold corpse in the battlefield… but somehow, he came back in the past. “Alright. This time, I won’t become a Great General but a Monarch.” His previous life’s aim was becoming a Great General, but, he only became a spearman squad commander. This time, his life’s aim is becoming the Monarch. “Then I guess I’d become at least a General, right?” Roan, who remembers 20 years of his future, now starts his unstoppable march.