Being a Hunter Is Too Easy for a Former Necromancer - Chapter 10

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The Necromancer of My Previous Life Finds Hunter Work Too Easy — Episode 10
“No way. A four-stack Life Drain combo does this much damage?”
Park Il-sang’s face twisted in bewilderment.
Frogmen.
These things were pathetically weak.
One touch from the life-draining aura, and after ten seconds they’d just shriek and drop dead.
A Frogman corpse lay crumpled at his feet to prove it.
“I mean, it’s not like there’s any point in overwhelming numbers or any of that traditional Necromancer doctrine. I was never this strong in my past life….”
Park Il-sang found himself drifting back to his days as a novice Necromancer.
He’d learned on the job, barely scraping by, and given that the world was already in ruins when he awakened to the profession, he’d been thrown into combat almost immediately—nearly getting himself killed in the process. The memories bubbled up unbidden.
For Park Il-sang, it was nothing short of absurd.
Why was he so powerful?
Could this really be right?
“Well, what’s the harm in being strong?”
Park Il-sang shelved his bewilderment and doubts alike, pushing forward with renewed urgency.
There was much to be done.
First, he ransacked the entire dungeon.
Even the caves he’d deliberately avoided—the ones past the boss chamber—he cleared them all.
Every living creature in the dungeon was slaughtered without exception.
The Bone Beasts didn’t even need to lift a claw.
The real work came after—crafting Skeleton Shield Spearmen from all those corpses took far longer than the killing itself.
But the ones he created ran into a serious problem.
This one.
They couldn’t keep pace with the Bone Beast’s speed.
The size difference alone was a factor, and since these constructs were bipedal, fashioned from Frogman bone, they moved with an awkward, frog-like gait rather than any human fluidity.
The spirits inhabiting them were Frogman spirits too, after all, which only made matters worse.
What did it matter if the form was humanoid? The software running it was still amphibian.
At least the Bone Beasts, being quadrupedal, got around fine.
So he needed to remodel these things.
“Oh, not bad at all.”
What he’d created was a Skeleton Centaur.
The lower body was shaped like a cheetah’s frame—four-legged, swift—while the upper half remained humanoid.
But then the software malfunctioned.
The Frogman spirit—already cobbled together from scraps—couldn’t manage both the four-legged locomotion of the lower body and the independent arm movements of the upper half.
So he scrapped the idea.
He simply remade them into quadrupedal beast forms instead.
Small Bone Beasts, essentially.
They followed orders beautifully that way—though they couldn’t wield weapons or use shields and tools.
They tracked the grand Bone Beast flawlessly, at least.
After he’d fashioned ten Small Bone Beasts, his Necro Power reserves finally ran dry.
Without the Corpse Box—which could hold a hundred bodies—this would have been impossible.
Power would regenerate with time, of course.
But why wait?
The dungeon was already stripped bare, so clearing the boss chamber and moving on would be enough. Park Il-sang headed straight for the boss room.
There, just as yesterday, the Nest Keeper slept.
“Go! Bone Beast!”
At Park Il-sang’s command, the Bone Beast charged forward with its massive frame.
Bang!
Though their sizes were similar, the Nest Keeper didn’t die in one blow—but its face was already a pulped ruin from that first strike.
Size was deceptive; the Bone Beast was layered in buffs at the moment.
And that wasn’t all.
Sluuuurp!
Life force drained steadily from the Nest Keeper’s body, flowing into Park Il-sang, siphoned directly into the Corpse Box where it was transmuted into Necro Power and pumped back out to fuel his magic.
“This! This right here! Hah… this is what makes being a Necromancer worth it.”
Indeed.
The Life Force Absorption spell wasn’t just window dressing.
He used it to heal wounds, to generate Necro Power—every drop was harvested.
Life force itself was a precious resource.
The Small Bone Beasts merely stood in reserve, watching.
As the titanic duel unfolded before him, Park Il-sang nodded to himself and let out a satisfied laugh.
“The Frogman is down! Oh, this is dangerous! If its neck gets torn like that, it’s finished!”
“Shrieeeek!”
Snap!
Park Il-sang grinned with pure delight.
In that instant, the Bone Beast tore into the Nest Keeper’s throat and delivered the final blow.
-Frog Nest cleared!
-Transitioning to the settlement chamber.
His vision darkened.
Soon he was transported to the reward hall, just as before.
[Dungeon cleared.]
[Measuring dungeon clear Grade.]
[Grade A clear.]
[Measuring your dungeon clear contribution.]
[Your dungeon clear contribution is 100%.]
[You may acquire 2 skills.]
[You may acquire 1 item.]
[You have gained sufficient experience; your Grade rises.]
“Oh.”
He’d been F-Grade before, then recently F-Grade again. Now he was F+-Grade!
Extraordinary.
He could instinctively feel his command over Necro Power becoming more precise and potent.
At the same time.
The number of Undead he could control had doubled from twelve to twenty-four—excluding items.
A twofold leap in a single advance!
“Still, a Grade A clear… I’ve heard there are A+ and S+ Grades. How does one even earn those?”
Park Il-sang pondered for a moment, studying the Grade display.
S+-Grade. How on earth could he attain it?
He wanted to.
Then he shook his head and checked his skill list.
There were still many incantations left to learn.
He immediately acquired the two skills: Soul Capture and Soul Utilization.
Soul Capture did exactly what its name implied—seizing souls to carry with him—while Soul Utilization allowed him to put those captured souls to use.
He could absorb them to restore Necro Power, infuse them into Undead to strengthen them, or funnel them into items to enhance those as well.
In other words, it was a skill with considerable versatility.
“Well. I’ve taken another step closer to my previous life. Next skill should be… Soul Shaping. Let’s keep pushing.”
Park Il-sang felt satisfied.
And this time too, an item appeared.
The same selection as before.
The items were likely fixed.
Though he wasn’t eager to pick the claws again.
He selected the Bone Staff.
In fact, he’d deliberately refrained from crafting a staff earlier, certain the items would repeat—so this worked out perfectly.
After settling everything,
he made his way to the fallen boss monster’s corpse.
He extracted the Magic Stone.
Then he left the dungeon.
Today had been an exceptionally rewarding day.
* * *
The Nest Keeper’s Magic Stone fetched four million won in total.
A price that divided evenly four ways, and Han Da-young had agreed to handle the sale.
-Shin Gold Bank: One million won has been deposited.
The deposit notification arrived on his old phone, and Park Il-sang pocketed it before moving on.
There was one other notable detail.
Two Undead walked alongside Park Il-sang, one on each side.
Should danger arise suddenly,
extracting Undead stored in the Corpse Box that hung on his back like a rucksack would take too much time and expose him to risk.
So he kept these two with him as precaution.
Unremarkable as they appeared, these two were extraordinary. They were fused from twenty corpses, and he’d infused them with countless damaged, fragmented souls using Soul Utilization.
As a result, they radiated a sinister Necro Power, and their actual strength far exceeded what one would expect from F-Grade opponents.
Controlling these two required the expenditure of control capacity equivalent to thirty corpses.
You could call them a bit inefficient, I suppose.
Still, I can’t very well drag hordes of Undead around everywhere, so this is just about perfect.
In this lawless Grade-5 residential district, you need at least this much firepower to conduct business.
So, moving alongside two of these elite Skeleton Shield Spearmen, I arrived at a shop run by one of the black-market dealers in the Grade-5 residential zone that I’d frequented in the past — the Empty House Business.
Creak.
The moment I stepped through the old door, I found myself in what looked like a pawnshop.
Iron bars. A counter of bulletproof glass. Behind it, a man sat watching a TV on the side.
The proprietor of the black-market shop, the Empty House Business — a man named Lee Ho-gyu.
“Huh? What’s up. Aren’t you Park Il-sang? Haven’t seen you in ages — thought you were dead. Still kicking, huh? …What are those things on either side of you?”
“Summoned creatures. I just awakened them recently.”
“Oh… congrats! You finally Awakened? Took you long enough, you lazy bastard. That’s great. Really great.”
The proprietor remembered me and grinned warmly in welcome.
“The Magic Stone from the Frog Nest boss. I’m looking to sell it.”
“Let me see… Genuine goods, no doubt about it. You know the market rate?”
“Yeah, I do. This goes for about 400, doesn’t it? If you sell it to the government.”
“Sharp. On our end, cash only — 350.”
Even as the world had fallen to this state, currency still held firm.
Remarkable, in its own way.
“Let’s do it.”
“No nonsense about it. Hold on a second.”
Lee Ho-gyu opened a drawer below and pulled out bundles of cash.
Moments later, he counted out exactly 3.5 million won and handed it over.
I took it and counted it through.
“By the way — you took that down solo?”
“Hardly.”
“Right, makes sense. I mean, unless you’re some kind of super rookie.”
“Then I’ll be going. Best of luck with business.”
“Sure thing.”
I tucked the bundle of cash into my pocket and left the shop.
My steps felt lighter than they had in a long time.
* * *
I had acquired money.
And I had spent it.
On paying off my overdue rent, to be precise.
After that, I made my way to what was rumored to be the best restaurant in the Grade-5 residential district.
For all that the Grade-5 zone was lawless, it wasn’t without its gems.
Most of these establishments, though, were run by organized groups.
Business turns a profit?
The organizations simply can’t stay away.
“Ah… this is happiness.”
In the middle of the day, I’d gone to a renowned soup house and guzzled down a rich, deeply brewed gukbap made from cultured pork, washing it down with a cola straight from the bottle.
At 13,000 won a bowl, it wasn’t cheap for a restaurant in this district, but the taste was worth every coin — it clung to the roof of your mouth like silk.
And besides.
Here.
Their diced radish kimchi was an absolute masterpiece.
“Ah… this is really something.”
After finishing that one meal.
Patting my belly, I felt almost ridiculously happy.
I’d spent so many years hesitant to even eat a single bowl, worried it would eat into my funds.
Not anymore.
Every day. Whenever I wanted.
Of course.
Not just this alone.
Pizza, hamburgers, steaks too.
I’ll eat it all!

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