Being a Hunter Is Too Easy for a Former Necromancer - Chapter 3

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The Necromancer from My Past Life Finds Being a Hunter Too Easy — Chapter 3
I had created a skeleton soldier.
And then.
“Phew… calm down. I can savor the joy later, can’t I? I did it the old way, not through a skill, and it worked. That’s what matters. Maybe it got patched? If the Necromancy rules have been updated, this could be huge.”
My heart soars with anticipation for what lies ahead.
As an Arch Lich, how many secrets and lost arts had I possessed!
If I could wield them all, success in this world would be no difficult feat.
“I need to test this right away….”
It was just as I was flush with excitement.
Something burst suddenly from the Han River.
It looked like a relative of the mer-creature skeleton I’d just created.
Its face and torso were fish, but what made this monster peculiar was that it possessed long, gangly limbs.
“Croooaaaak-croak-shriek-squeal!”
The thing shrieked something unintelligible and charged at me.
“Ugh… spoiling a good day, are we?”
I drew my sword.
Park Il-sang, who’d slaughtered creatures like this one-on-one before Awakening, could cut this one down with a single stroke now that he’d Awakened as a Warrior. Or so I thought.
But then.
‘Wait. I found my old strength too, didn’t I?’
The thought struck me.
“Number One, go!”
With a gesture, the skeleton soldier I’d raised lurched forward and rushed the mer-creature.
The mer-creature seemed taken aback for a moment, but then the two collided.
Thud!
The skeleton soldier flew backward in a tumble.
The skeleton soldier was being pushed back!
“Well… that figures.”
A skeleton soldier raised by Necromancy had decent enough strength, but there was one problem.
It lacked body weight.
There was such a thing as weight class.
Boxing matches were divided into weight classes for a reason.
Different weight meant different offensive and defensive power.
Of course, the skeleton soldier, being Undead, felt no pain and grew no weary.
But grappling bare-handed like that, it was only natural it would get knocked backward after taking a few blows due to the weight difference.
Its only advantage was that becoming Undead had hardened its bones enough that crushing them with bare hands was difficult.
And so what happened was.
A brawl.
The mer-creature climbed on top of the skeleton soldier and pounded it, but not a crack appeared in the bone. The skeleton soldier raked and struck with its bony hands, tearing scales and drawing blood, but nothing more.
No mortal wound.
“Hah… it’s been ages since I’ve seen a scuffle like this.”
I never thought I’d witness what I used to see back in my past life as a novice necromancer!
After a hollow chuckle, I extended my finger and pointed at the mer-creature.
“Pop!”
Necro Mana coalesced at my fingertip and fired.
Boom!
The mer-creature’s head exploded in one shot, flying off.
Thud.
Death without even a scream.
“Ha. That’s more like it. Didn’t lose my touch.”
I chuckled to myself.
A Mana Bullet.
It was no spell, no fancy magic — just a petty trick any mage or necromancer could use.
You gathered Mana and fired it.
Then.
-You have used Necro Mana in bullet form.
-You have acquired the skill [Necro Mana Bullet].
A skill acquired!
“Eh. I didn’t need this.”
I felt disappointed.
Because I genuinely didn’t need it.
There was no need to treat such basics as a skill.
That was what disappointed him.
* * *
The written exam was passed.
So he moved on to the practical test, the next stage.
The practical exam proved more dangerous than expected—four beginners seeking their Hunter certification would form a team and venture beyond the Great Wall on an expedition (everyone equipped with a Body Camera for the journey), then return.
And surprisingly enough.
The teams were assigned randomly.
Which meant it all came down to luck.
‘Back when I was doing odd jobs, I heard Hunters talk about how you could die or lose a limb if things went wrong. Please, let it be the lucky ones who get picked.’
Park Il-sang arrived at the designated meeting place, praying for a peaceful outcome befitting his name.
The Great Wall.
Built along the Han River to block monsters crossing from it, the wall naturally existed in Yeouido as well.
You might wonder how he’d accessed Yeouido Han River Park before, then—there were passages through the Great Wall connecting to the outside, and people used those.
If no combat was occurring, ordinary civilians could move freely through them.
Occasionally creatures like Mermen or Fragmen appeared, making it fairly dangerous, but there were civilians who tried to hunt them directly regardless.
A civilian killing a monster and awakening to their power was, after all, the traditional method of Awakening.
And now he stood outside the Great Wall, in Yeouido Han River Park itself.
Because this was where the F-rank Dungeon, the Frog’s Nest, was located.
He could see that the people he’d arranged to meet were already there.
“Hello. It seems I’ve arrived on time, though I may have been the last one here. I’m Park Il-sang, and I’ll be taking the Hunter exam with you all today.”
When Hunters met one another.
Proper greetings were absolutely essential.
This was recorded even in the ancient Combat Manual, and in recent times it was known as an etiquette Hunters must never neglect.
“Ah, you’re young! Feel free to drop the formality. I’m Kim Dong-su, a Barbarian Warrior.”
A man who appeared to be in his forties wore two Axes at his waist.
‘Barbarian Warrior? Never heard of it before. And his attitude seems a bit… Is he some kind of old-timer?’
“A Barbarian Warrior?”
“What, you don’t know? Loads of new Classes have been popping up lately. I happened to get one of them!”
Had such a thing occurred?
It seemed like a mistake that he hadn’t been checking the Hunter Bulletin Board recently.
‘Aspiring Hunter’—a place where many active Hunters gathered, and one of the top five Hunter-related communities.
“You seem pretty out of the loop, kid. Well, there it is—there have been quite a few new Classes emerging lately.”
“I see. That must have happened.”
Hearing this, it made sense that he’d become a Necromancer.
But why was Barbarian Warrior in Korean while Necromancer was in English? The Hunter system was truly incomprehensible.
Was Necromancer hard to translate into Korean?
“And this person here is Han Da-yeong, who’s apparently a Golden Mage.”
“I’m Han Da-yeong.”
Standing beside him was someone holding a Staff. Mana radiated from her; she was certainly a Mage, no doubt about it.
‘But why is her Class called a Golden Mage?’
Looking more closely with that thought, she was conspicuously adorned with an abundance of golden items.
Her shoes were sneakers.
Her pants were athletic wear, but a golden belt gleamed brilliantly at her waist.
‘Is that actually gold?’
As he stared, he noticed even more peculiarities above that.
Her top was athletic wear as well, but she wore a golden chain necklace, and on each wrist she had three bracelets—all of them gold.
‘No way. Is all of that gold? What is this? Was “Golden Mage” literal—does she draw power from gold or something?’
Even in this modern era, gold remained an expensive and precious commodity.
Yet she wore gold like that without hesitation?
What kind of Class could this possibly be?
“Yes, I’m Park Il-sang.”
As he greeted her, a neatly dressed person wearing glasses—someone who scarcely looked like they were about to enter a Dungeon—approached with a Mace in hand.
“I’m Lee Si-un, an Apprentice Priest. It’s a pleasure to work with you.”
“Ah, yes. I look forward to working with you as well.”
This person at least seemed relatively normal, which was reassuring.
Just look at the Class name itself—’Apprentice Priest’—wasn’t it?
He wasn’t sure which constellation’s priest this was, but Priests were always reliable for at least three people’s worth of support. Without their healing divine magic, a party simply couldn’t function.
“But what’s your Class, then?”
“Ah. I’m a Warrior and a Necromancer.”
“Huh. So you’re a Dual Class?”
“It turned out that way by circumstance.”
Dual Classes already existed in this world.
And typically, those who held a Dual Class weren’t treated particularly well.
Because they had to work twice as hard as others to grow, and if the two Classes didn’t synergize well, they could end up worse off than single-classed hunters.
When the two Classes did synergize, they could become overwhelmingly stronger than other hunters.
But such cases were rare.
Park Il-sang himself had long since concluded that his combination fell into the unfavorable category.
A Warrior and a Necromancer.
How could a Warrior—who specialized in close combat—possibly synergize well with a Necromancer, a magic-based Class?
Even in his past life, he’d rarely encountered anyone who handled both magic and aura simultaneously with any real competence.
‘Though heroes were somewhat different….’
Still, Park Il-sang wasn’t despairing, because he knew that as a returnee, he enjoyed certain privileges—receiving various unexpected benefits and advantages.
Where others struggled to acquire Skills, he obtained them with relative ease.
However.
Now that he’d heard a new Class had emerged, he wondered whether this was unique to him or if others were experiencing the same thing.
And even if growth was slow.
Since Necromancer itself was inherently powerful, he wasn’t particularly worried.
After all, his experience as an Arch Lich in his past life hadn’t gone anywhere.
“But a Necromancer? That’s the one that handles corpses and all that?”
Since Necromancers weren’t absent from games and other media, Kim Dong-su seemed to have grasped roughly what the Class entailed.
‘Convenient that I don’t need to explain.’
“Yes, that’s about right.”
“Well… that’s not bad at all, is it?”
Kim Dong-su seemed pleased. And rightly so—Warrior and Necromancer was an odd combination, but far from useless.
“All right then, looks like we’ve all introduced ourselves. Let’s head in. Since I’m the oldest, I’ll take the lead—no problem with that? I’ve put in ten years as a laborer after all.”
Everyone simply nodded at Kim Dong-su’s words.
In this Korea, a land that respected propriety, age had its say before track record did.
“Then let’s go in. Before that though—I need to take my clothes off.”
“Pardon?”
Park Il-sang found himself repeating the question involuntarily.
Take his clothes off?
“The Savage Warrior Class is powerful, sure, but I’m told it doesn’t work if you’re wearing clothes. So bear with me.”
“Ah….”
While Han Da-yeong let out an audible deflating sound despite herself.
Kim Dong-su stripped his clothes off without ceremony.
And there stood a potbellied middle-aged man in black briefs—snug triangular briefs at that.
‘Ugh. This isn’t easy.’
Park Il-sang felt his head spinning even before they’d entered the Dungeon.

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