Being a Hunter Is Too Easy for a Former Necromancer - Chapter 5

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The Necromancer from My Past Life Finds the Hunter System Too Easy — Episode 5
Han Da-yeong was thinking.
‘Even if the Frog Dungeon is supposed to be easy, is this really okay?’
What occupied her mind was her own brilliant debut.
Powerful magic! Teammates cheering her on!
And herself, basking in glory!
The Golden Love Mage.
She’d drawn a ridiculous-sounding class, but its power exceeded all expectations.
Her spell damage increased in proportion to the weight of gold she carried.
What was remarkable was that this didn’t count against her item slots.
Hunters already knew that the number of items they could equip was limited.
The Hunter System enforced it.
Two rings. One necklace. Two bracelets. Two earrings.
That was it—no more accessories could be worn.
This meant that the higher-ranked a hunter became, the harder they had to work to fit stronger items into their limited slots.
But.
The gold from the Golden Love Mage skill had no such restriction.
Gold silk panties, gold silk bra, gold silk socks, gold silk pants, gold cord belt, gold necklace, gold bracelet, and so on—the more she wore, the more her spell damage rose!
There was no question how good this was.
So she’d come draped in gold, certain of her own performance—and yet….
“What a catch! I didn’t know mermaids spawned in this dungeon!”
Thwack! Thwack!
There she was, sucking her thumb while watching some potbellied man in his underwear.
The potbellied man’s grotesque appearance was one thing, but the real problem was what gave him the strength to rampage around.
The undead.
Already four zombies, two skeletal mermaids.
With a total of six undead creatures fighting alongside them, there was hardly anything for her to do.
Even Lee Si-un, who had the Priest class, had nothing to do.
With no one taking damage, what was a healer supposed to do?
And for good reason.
This dungeon.
Wasn’t F-rank for nothing.
The cave was a straight line, no traps, and the creatures that appeared were just mermaids or frogmen—maybe two or three at a time.
Of course it was easy.
With six undead, all you had to do was have them grapple the monsters and hold them down—mission accomplished.
Then Kim Dong-su, the Berserker, would dash in and smash them with his axe, and it was over.
‘Dull. All this preparation for nothing.’
She sighed at the thought.
She hadn’t mentioned it to the others, but she came from a rather well-to-do family. Though she looked like she’d just thrown on workout clothes, she wore various items underneath.
In fact, she was even wearing underwear made of gold thread.
All hunters start at F-rank, and as they hunt monsters in dungeons, their Mana grows and their rank rises.
But the world divides jobs into those treated as trash tiers and those called special and extraordinary.
Her Golden Love Mage clearly belonged in the highest tier of classes.
Why?
Because her current spell damage was boosted by a full 128 percent—and this was on top of her three-billion-won Magic Staff!
With the staff included, her total damage boost reached 158 percent.
Right—a three-billion-won staff only gave 30 percent.
That showed just how remarkable the Golden Love skill was.
At a low rank, it was hard to find a mage with more raw power than her.
But doing nothing and just sucking her thumb….
It was impossible not to feel restless about it.
On top of that, she had to watch a half-naked middle-aged man charging around, assaulting her eyes….
Her mood was not good.
‘At least if he were a handsome muscleman. Ugh.’
She exhaled heavily.
She moved forward, thinking that her time to shine would come at the boss room.
“Now, shall we harvest some Mana Stones too?”
At Park Il-sang’s words—he’d taken the role of leader—she turned her head.
“These things don’t drop Mana Stones. The bodies don’t give much either, and the money’s not worth mentioning.”
Kim Dong-su objected.
“They show up every so often, don’t they?”
“Sure, but it’s one in five. You never know when you’ll have to dig through ribs.”
“What do the rest of you think?”
“I’m against it too. Let’s clear this quickly and get out.”
Han Da-yeong said as much.
“I also think we should prioritize clearing the dungeon first.”
Lee Si-un agreed.
“Sigh. None of you understand how frightening poverty is. Fine, then. Should I take this corpse for myself?”
“Do as you like.”
“Very well.”
“I concur.”
Park Il-sang summoned an Undead to retrieve the corpse and stuffed it into the Corpse Box. All the dead bodies were stored neatly inside.
“Can you put corpses in there? Then we could sell them later when we leave, couldn’t we?”
Lee Si-un’s question.
“Once they’re in here, they get tainted by Necromantic Power and become unusable. We wouldn’t be able to sell them.”
That was only natural.
This wasn’t some convenient pocket dimension backpack, after all.
“Then let’s go.”
Shield and sword in hand, Park Il-sang the Necromancer Warrior who commanded the Undead led the way forward.
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‘It’s not much money for a dungeon, but every little bit counts. These people are so full already—absolutely unbelievable. I’ve never seen anything like this even in my past life. Ugh. Back in my day….’
Park Il-sang walked forward, grumbling to himself.
In his past life, the world was already on the brink of annihilation. The war against the Demon King Army was nothing short of a world-consuming conflagration.
It was nothing like those pathetic stories you see in comics—summoning a hero to fight the Demon King and call it a day.
The Demon King Army hurled space-warping suicide-bomb monsters at rear territories, and with farmland and everything else destroyed, food distribution collapsed into sheer hell.
Once he became a Necromancer, he barely needed to eat, and after he later became a Lich, he didn’t need food at all.
But in a world that had descended into something like an apocalypse, with war raging endlessly, every resource had to be rationed ruthlessly.
People murdered each other over a single potato, let alone bread.
If the Demon King had come for world conquest, defectors would have flooded his ranks, but since the Demon King’s goal was the total extinction of all sentient life on the world, such a thing was impossible.
Thanks to that, even after being reincarnated into this world, he’d managed to claw his way to survival—though whether to call that fortune or the kind of luck that brought you to find your wife dead when you went out for ox-bone soup was anyone’s guess.
‘Anyway… the Hunter System. This efficiency is remarkable.’
As he led the way forward—fitting, since he was the vanguard warrior—Park Il-sang reflected on the power he possessed.
First, the Corpse Box.
Though the Corpse Box itself was said to be a magical artifact, the number of corpses that could be crammed inside was limited by its physical dimensions.
But that was only in the beginning.
Upon reaching Tier 3 as a Necromancer, one could create a new Corpse Box with expanded capacity.
In other words.
This small Corpse Box strapped to his back could hold up to a hundred corpses.
That was the power of magic.
Through Tier 1 and 2, you could barely fit a single corpse and drag it around with you.
But here’s the thing.
This Corpse Box, created by the Hunter System, already held twenty-four corpses, and when he added six more just now, they all slid in without resistance.
In other words, this Corpse Box appeared to be equal to or superior to what a Tier 3 Necromancer would create.
Remarkable. Simply remarkable.
‘At this rate, I won’t run out of Mana.’
The defining characteristic of a Necromancer is the inability to gather or generate Mana independently. That’s why the Corpse Box exists.
A storage space for Undead materials, and simultaneously a production engine that generates Necromantic Power.
Naturally, the more corpses in the Corpse Box, the more Necromantic Power can be obtained.
That’s why Necromancers are respected from Tier 3 onward. The Necromantic Power increases exponentially, and the things you can accomplish multiply geometrically.
In his past life, Tier 3 Necromancers would take corpses of Demon King Army monsters or demons to craft Undead from them.
‘At my current level… let me see….’
He concentrated his consciousness.
-You can command twelve Undead.
The system answered his unspoken question.
Twelve!
A number a Tier 1 Necromancer couldn’t even dream of. In his past life, Tier 1 practitioners could only command around three Undead.
With various items, you could increase that somewhat, but that was the limit of raw ability.
Of course, Necromancy did place some stock in talent. Those naturally gifted could command four or five Undead from the start.
And here’s the critical point.
What happened to Undead you couldn’t command?
they become Wild Undead.
And they attack any non-Necromancer indiscriminately.
The reason Necromancers don’t get attacked
is that Necromantic Power prevents them from being recognized as the living.
Undead inherently despise the living, so even if they’re destroyed or annihilated, they’ll chase after them relentlessly to attack—that’s their nature.
In his previous life, Park Il-sang had exploited this against the Demon King Army.
As a Lich, he would fly alone into the heart of enemy lines, unleash mass carnage, create Wild Undead and release them—and then they’d slaughter each other.
‘This is using barbarians to control barbarians, isn’t it. It’s in Romance of the Three Kingdoms too. Though admittedly, I didn’t know much about it in my past life.’
But still.
‘Twelve corpses controlled at Tier 1. This is insane. Even in my past life, I never pulled off numbers like this.’
Park Il-sang from his previous life—a genius Necromancer across the ages, one who had blasphemed gods and mocked fate—had never commanded such figures.
‘And now… what the hell is this?’
Passing through the corridor,
he emerged into a considerably spacious chamber.
‘I’ve never heard of the Frog Dungeon having anything like this.’
The place he’d arrived at was a hemispherical space roughly the size of a sports arena—large enough that the ball of light summoned by the mage Han Da-yeong couldn’t illuminate all of it.
Dimly in the distance, he could make out several cave passages.
‘I’ve never seen anything like this before.’

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