Being a Hunter Is Too Easy for a Former Necromancer - Chapter 8

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The Reincarnated Necromancer Finds Being a Hunter All Too Easy — Episode 8
“So this must be the Reward Room I’ve heard so much about….”
Upon clearing a dungeon, one is transported to a space called the Reward Room, or so he’d been told. It was here that dungeon-clearing rewards were supposedly granted.
In reality, only one’s consciousness arrives in this place; time stops completely in the physical world, or so he’d heard.
Though he was experiencing it for the first time, it struck him as remarkably curious.
And the truth of it struck him even more deeply.
This. This is no ordinary deity.
‘This must be an extraordinarily powerful god….’
He, who had been an Arch Lich in his past life, found this phenomenon itself bewildering and desperately wanted to understand what it was—but there was nothing he could do about it right now.
Besides, the Constellations of this world also claimed not to know the true source of the Hunter System.
Earth was something of a Pantheon, overflowing with gods nobody had ever heard of, all calling themselves Constellations and running rampant.
In fact, the very term “Constellation” was only imposed by the Hunter System itself.
Each one of them was an immortal god unto themselves.
And even they didn’t know what this was….
It was while he was lost in such thoughts that it happened.
[You have cleared the dungeon.]
[Measuring dungeon clear rank.]
[B+ Clear.]
[Measuring dungeon clear contribution rate.]
[Your dungeon clear contribution rate is 85%.]
[You may acquire 3 skills.]
[You may acquire 1 item.]
“Goodness. Three skills on my first clear? I thought the system doesn’t always give even one skill?”
From what he understood, dungeon-clearing rewards accumulated.
That is, an F-grade Hunter clearing an F-grade dungeon around ten times—
—would eventually be able to acquire one skill.
In doing so, experience would build up from clearing dungeons, and one’s own rank would increase as well.
In short, the Hunter System’s intention boiled down to: keep entering dungeons and clearing them.
Outside dungeons, no amount of monster-slaying would lead to growth.
The only place to grow in rank and obtain skills was the dungeon itself.
“The dungeon has changed somewhat, they said…. Is that why I’m getting so much? Or is it because I killed people?”
There was no way to know. He’d simply have to move forward.
[Displaying list of acquirable skills.]
With a sharp crack, the skill list materialized.
“These are all things I already know.”
Park Il-sang murmured as much. Indeed, the list was densely packed with the Necromancy spells he had learned in his past life.
However.
By his past life’s standards, there were only first-tier spells.
Which was only natural.
Why would the system grant second-tier spells to someone of merely F-grade rank?
“Hmm. I wonder if second-tier spells will appear in the list once I reach E-grade….”
Thinking such thoughts as he scanned the list, he selected three spells—or rather, skills.
[Necro Item Crafting]
[Corpse Processing]
[Life Force Absorption]
“A Necromancer’s strength is in these…. Being able to craft magical items from the first tier onward and all.”
That was the truth of it.
Generally, the crafting of magical items was done by those among mages who belonged to the Enchantment school.
Even for them, proper magical item crafting was only possible from the second tier and up.
But Necromancers could craft them even at the first tier.
Wasn’t that extraordinarily remarkable?
[Displaying list of acquirable items.]
This time, only three items appeared on the list. It seemed he was to choose one.
[Bone Staff]
Grade: Common
Description: A staff crafted from bone. Formed by joining shinbones together, with a skull affixed at its head. Amplifies Necro Power and increases the number of corpses you may control.
Effect: Necro Power increased by 15%
Effect: Corpse Control +5
[Bone Ring]
Grade: Common
Description: A ring made of bone. Fashioned by joining finger bones together and affixing a miniaturized skull to complete it. Amplifies the potency of Necromancy.
Function: Necromancy spell power increased by 20%
[Bone Tongs]
Grade: Common
Description: Work tongs crafted from bone. Completed by fusing hands, feet, and a skull together. Increases success rate when crafting Necro Items and adds functionality.
Function: Necro Item Crafting skill effect increased by 100%
Function: Necro Item Crafting adds +1 to skill effect
“Hm?”
All three items had crystal-clear concepts. The staff’s description showed it could increase the number of controllable Undead and boost Mana reserves. The ring purely enhanced spell potency, while the tongs added corrective effects to crafted items.
And looking at all of them,
there was no question.
He had to pick the Bone Tongs.
“Production line’s where the real power is.”
Park Il-sang selected the Bone Tongs at once.
Then,
pop!
and a single-handed set of tongs made of bone materialized before his eyes. The pristine white bone gleamed with a lustrous finish, wreathed in gloomy Necro Power.
The moment he grasped them, the world fell away.
When awareness returned, he stood in the boss chamber, back among the corpses of the fallen boss monster.
And glancing around,
Kim Dong-su appeared to have lost his belly fat, and wore a Horned Helmet perched on his head.
‘What? He said barbarian warriors can’t wear armor. So helmets are fine? And his gut’s completely gone? What skill did he pick up?’
Clearly he’d made out reasonably well with his reward too.
As for the other two, Lee Si-un’s Mace had changed, but Han Da-young hadn’t received anything different.
Then again,
judging by contribution rates, Park Il-sang himself had taken nearly everything….
“That’s a sharp Mace you’ve got there, Si-un.”
“That Horned Helmet suits you well, Kim Dong-su.”
“Right? It’s a hell of a helmet!”
Kim Dong-su was absolutely thrilled.
And then,
a portal opened.
“All right! Everyone out! How about we grab some food?”
Kim Dong-su headed out first.
Park Il-sang chuckled softly and followed in his wake.
* * *
The meal afterward turned out to be just the two of them. Lee Si-un and Han Da-young had left, saying they had other matters to attend to.
Still, all four had exchanged contact information. Since they’d worked well together this time, they could always form a party again later.
So they headed to a bar for the celebration.
It was a cheap dive in the 5th Grade Residential District, but liquor was a commodity—the quality gap between bottom-shelf here and the high-end places in the 1st Grade Residential District was negligible.
Bottled beer couldn’t possibly taste different!
“At this rate, even the 2nd Grade Residential District isn’t a dream!”
Kim Dong-su shouted while wolfing down bottled beer and perfectly grilled cultured beef.
“My daughter can finally go to a good school….”
He ordered soju next and drank until he was half-blind with liquor.
Listening to him,
he was apparently the head of a household, odd habits or not.
Since Kim Dong-su had become too drunk to be useful, Park Il-sang walked him home. Passing out in the 5th Grade Residential District was genuinely perilous.
If he’d just left him, he might’ve woken up as a corpse the next morning—which would leave a bad taste. So after getting him home, a fourteen-year-old girl opened the door.
“Dad!”
She was rather cute. The mother wasn’t around—either working elsewhere or dead.
Long ago,
a memory from his past life surfaced.
Back when he’d become an Arc Lich, fighting to save the world.
Why had he thrown himself into that struggle so desperately, so determined to save everyone?
Now he remembered. It was for smiles like this girl’s.
“Your father’s had too much to drink. Take good care of him, will you?”
After leaving Kim Dong-su in good hands, Park Il-sang made his way back to his own apartment.
The Necro Power still surged through him in abundance, but his body ached with exhaustion.
So upon arriving home,
He locked the door firmly and dove straight into bed.
Park Il-sang fell asleep at once.
* * *
The next day.
When Park Il-sang woke, his body felt refreshed.
He shouldered the Corpse Box again and left home. Today there was plenty to do, so he needed to move with purpose.
“Here you are.”
He went to the Hunter Association and handed over his cam.
He needed this to gain recognition from the Association and receive his Hunter License. Once he had the license, he could move directly to the 3rd Grade Residential District.
It was a world away from this lawless zone.
After hearing it would take about ten days to verify the cam footage, he left the Association and moved swiftly.
He planned to return to the dungeon he’d visited yesterday.
The Frog’s Nest he’d cleared yesterday was still there, unchanged.
Dungeons don’t disappear even after being cleared.
The only problem is that if you don’t clear one, a Dungeon Break occurs—monsters pour out endlessly from inside.
Slip.
Stepping into the dungeon, he found the same dim cave interior as yesterday.
“Let me see.”
Park Il-sang retrieved the items he’d prepared before coming.
Whirrrr.
The drones shot up into the air.
Four of them took flight.
Not for filming. The four drones emitted brilliantly intense light.
With that in place, he pulled the undead from the Corpse Box.
A Frogman Zombie crawled out sluggishly.
‘At the lowest tier, zombies are definitely better than skeleton soldiers. It’s a matter of weight class, but things are different now.’
If you asked which was better—a creature stripped to bare bone or one still thick with flesh—naturally flesh won. There was no getting around that answer.
True, skeleton soldiers were faster than zombies, but that was all; once they closed in, the weight-class difference meant they’d be pushed back.
But there was a way.
You might call it a trick.
Or rather, a technique.
“Corpse Processing.”
As the skill activated, the flesh sloughed clean off the zombies.
Corpse Processing was a magical incantation that let you reshape corpses freely—you could make flesh adhere to itself, alter appearance however you wished. It was a skill most people used to craft impressive Abominations or similar things.
But Park Il-sang had something different in mind.
Bone had other uses.
Crack.
As the flesh peeled from the zombie, what remained was a skeleton soldier—and the bones of those skeleton soldiers began adhering to each other, fusing together.
-Shreeeeek!
The shattered Vengeful Spirit clinging to the skeleton screamed.
Undead, by nature, were corpses with fragments of souls—or entire souls—clinging to them. This was only natural.
When two skeleton soldiers physically fused, the Vengeful Spirits mixed as well.
A melded confusion of spirits, you might say.
Soon enough.
Two Frogman skeletons had become one, and their form had changed.

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