Arc The Necromancer

IMPORTANT: So I re-read some of my previous chapters, and the whole power level thing with novice, expert, master, ect. Is no longer a thing. It was just so cringy reading that power scale and i could do better, so I will be explaining some of Arcs power and where he scales, kinda. Arc is a necromancer, thats the whole premace of the story, necromancers are normally weak and crippled old men or liches looking to extend their pathetic lifes with dark magic. Arc is not them. He cut out that weak side of him and is a natrual undead, the lord of death. Time and experiance is all he needs to become a true power house, in my previous chapter i was trying to convay that Arc is strong, yet like most magic casters, their strength is limited to their enviorment much like anyone else. A water mage will fight better near water than in a place with kots of water, than a desert. If fighting inside his element, he would beat almight simply because no matter how strong your punches are ( and dont have the name Saitama) you cant fight while you have 12 plauges and are being blasted near infinite flesh rending, wither indusing energy that acts like radiation on steriods with death the only thing it cares about. Another thing is that while Arc has hand to hand and weapon training, if thats the only thing he can rely one Aizawa, or even a Midnight could beat him if she played smart. Now i say 'beat' losely as he is immortal and will regenerate even if he has a strand of soul energy. Point is he is a mage and has the weaknesses of mages, Mages are smart people who plan and have plans for plans for plans, and dont go into fights without prep work. Ark is smart, he knows this and does a reckless action of joining UA and knowingly limiting himself. He does this because he knows onky two things can hurt him, All for One, killing him by stealing his Quirk. and he could be defeted by All Might. All for One is a cripple, and while extremely powerfuk, no goon can kidnap a ultra paranoid undead magi who spends day and night increasing his power in creative ways. All Might is a hero and wont kill a kid, even if he knew this one was a psyhcopath bent on enslaving the world if he got bored. If you have questions i will answer them in the coments.

NOTE: Christmas is here and I no longer have school! What does this mean for you? MORE UPDATES! Horrrrray for winter break. I have run out of things to read and do, other than spend time with the family, I refuse to go outside in the cold, so i will be veging inside my bed for 2 strait weeks with nothing to do other than type fanfiction like i am doing right now. Editing my previous works and getting this chapter and brain storming my next chapter are the things i will be doing.

PS: Ark and Arc are the same people, my brain is just dumb and my figers are clumsy.

PPS: I am not fat.

On with thy story!

I laughed as I walked out of the fake city and to the orphanage. While I did say I wouldn't use magic, I could explain my quirk as skeletal manipulation or some utterly bullshit power. The last move I did was a test, it was costly and would exaust me if i didnt draw on the dark mana inside the city. Positve side affect of using dark mana is the city is much more vibrant and people are happy-ish. For the next few weeks my plans are to brush up on some of my theoretical knowledge of Necromancy and Dark Magic. Necromancy is a specialization into Dark Magic, Dark Magic is like an elemental specialization, yet is not an element, its a school of magic that is based on Dark Rmotion. There is a Dark Elemental Magic, yet that is called Darkness Manipulation. Dark Magic is taking negitive energy and using that to boost spells. Things like rage and hate amplify and are infused into spells. Now, I an a complete and utter noob when it comes to Dark Magic and any other type of magic than Necromancy. My spell repitore is Dark Bolt, Disese Creation and Manipulation, Weaking, and Corruption. Necromancy is like another limb and as long as i have power and is within the limits of necromancy and my mental strength I can do anything. DCM is something i have been dabling in, it wont be a long time till i use it as MHA is a modern world and a poor target to practice on. Right now I just experiment trial and error as Dark Magic is my uniqe brand of magic and I will be the fore front pioneer in it until I teach others about it and how to use it, and I have no clue how to teach anyone how to use it. Many explosions and much destruction later, aproximatly 2 weeks, my UA acceptance letter, one Nezu congradulating me later and I was at UA in my uniform. Now, in the exam I gave the bullshit of my horrid mutation quirk and all that, they let me pass unknowing of all the advantages my robe gave me, but even then I could have completly steam rolled the exam. Problem is UA pulled the 'we are a hero school and have no problem with deformations or mutations, yada, yada ya.' card and forced me to wear the cloths, i being parinoid checked for bugs and enchanted the shit out of it. Now my color code is all f.u.c.k.e.d up with the white and blue clashing with my edgy cowl, gloves, and boots. No one can see my face, and only my glowing deathly blue eyes. Getting to 1-A I opened the door to reveal thr classroom, with Explosion Dude yelling at Engine Calf guy (AN: I think his calfs are f.u.c.k.i.n.g disgusting) Masocist Hero looking like a completr and utter idoit just staring at the two, that gravity girl Ochaco (one name i do remember) fan girling and oogiling at Masocist Hero's skinny yet muscular arms. My apperance is noticed and Explosion Dude, and Disgusting Calf turn to me, Calf starts being a robot introducing himself and Explosion Guy is shouting and trying to intimidate me. I, not bothered in the slightest intorduce myself, "My name is Arc, no last name, i hope we have a great year together." I said in my teenage voice, I have an etheral quality to my voice and it comes out as cold as a winter breeze, to as bitting as a blizzard on the solctice. I introduced myself in utter indiffrence, and may have put a bit of sass and bite to the 'great'. Both Illidia and Bakugo took a step back at the sound of my voice. I then turned away from my future classmates, and walked over to my seat, 19 to be exact, taking over Minoru Minata, the f.u.c.k.i.n.g perv. Hell i felt dirty sitting in thr seat were the kid likely jacked off to all the girls, even if he hasn't sat in it. I turned my notice outside of my thoughts and focused on some of the others who were trickling in. One by one the seats started to fill, then I saw her... Toru Hagakure. Often known as the invisable girl, great for sneak atacks. Yet i SAW her, and by all that is evil is she beautiful. Silver Hair cascated down to her lower back, pale as snow skin that has never seen sunlight since birth, aristocratic and noble features paired with casual, yet lonely eyes that blend the 'girl next door' perfectly with 'ice queen'. He WANTED her. His heart, pale blue floating in orbit directly above japan, pulsed with something impossible, emotion.