Necromancer Shepherd

At dawn, as the first light crept over the horizon, Karen awoke in pain. He looked around at the dilapidated shack, its walls full of cracks and holes, and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Why is it that all transmigrators get such a rough start? Why can’t my beginning be any better?” he muttered.

Yes, Karen was a transmigrator. Just a few days ago, who knows which deity slipped up, and Karen found himself transported to this new world while in his sleep. In an instant, he went from being a contented, slightly overweight young man named Wu Qi to a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old country boy called Karen in another world.

His circumstances grew bleaker. Karen’s parents had been killed three years ago when a rampaging magical beast attacked their village. Orphaned, he was taken in by his uncle and aunt—an infamously harsh and stingy pair, who only adopted Karen in order to seize what little property his parents had left.

Life under their roof was predictable misery. For three years, Karen was underfed, poorly clothed, and treated as little more than a cheap laborer—a scapegoat, even. Beatings were common. This wretched existence lasted until just a few days ago, when Karen turned sixteen. His spiteful uncle, eager to be rid of him, finally divided the family property.

All Karen received was the rickety shack he now occupied and a patch of land so barren it could hardly yield a single grain. He was promptly thrown out.

This, Karen could not endure. He had suffered those three years, waiting for the day the family would split, never expecting to be