I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51
The Necromancer Lord’s design was elegantly simple.
‘Most peak-tier classes are like that.’
From level 1 to 30, at the beginner to intermediate magic level, I could learn enhanced versions of magic that blended skills from lower-tier classes.
And from level 40 to 90.
I could use special magic exclusive to peak-tier classes—’Authority’ magic.
This Authority magic operated on an entirely different principle than ordinary spells.
Still, it was the pinnacle of a single lineage, wasn’t it?
The remarkable thing about Authority magic was that I could use the ‘ultimate abilities’ of other lower-tier classes!
What I’d just cast was Authority magic learned at level 60: ‘Ocean of Blood’.
The ultimate ability of the lower-tier class ‘Blood Mage’.
Of course, I couldn’t use it exactly as-is.
Since I was converting an ultimate ability into a regular skill, there were slight modifications involved.
The duration shortened, the range narrowed—minor downgrades of that nature.
Naturally, I didn’t feel that sensation of mana draining from my body.
Magic manifested during synchronization drew its cost from my character Nebula instead.
“Whitey, how’s the mana?”
[Ah, yes. We’re fine. No issues.]
Still, I had to be careful.
The safety threshold I’d established was 50,000 MP.
If I spent more than that, I’d suffer backlash severe enough to endanger my life when synchronization ended.
If I were hunting beasts, I could manage the backlash somehow, but right now I had no suitable prey to hunt.
So I had to be cautious.
However, since I couldn’t fight while constantly calculating in my head, I’d assigned Whitey to monitor my mana consumption.
“How many times do you think I can use it?”
[Five… anything beyond that would require you to accept considerable risk.]
‘…That’s actually fine?’
There were six Authority spells in total.
They unlocked at different levels, but their mana consumption was identical across all of them.
‘So I can use all six Authority spells.’
The difficulty of the Resonar subjugation seemed to be dropping.
Next experiment.
“Should I try using the ultimate ability?”
The Necromancer Lord’s ultimate ability consumed 50% of maximum mana as its cost.
Normally, since Nebula’s maximum MP was 99,999, roughly 50,000 would be depleted in a single cast.
During synchronization, I borrowed Nebula’s cost, so there was no immediate problem.
But if I released such a vast amount of mana—50,000—in one burst, far exceeding my safety threshold?
The moment synchronization ended, my physical body would inevitably be unable to withstand the backlash and would rupture.
‘Firing off the ultimate once would have forced me to withdraw from the battlefield.’
But now I had a buff applied from the EX-rank Achievement reward: 50% mana consumption reduction.
In other words, the consumption was 25,000!
‘The risk is very manageable.’
Since the Lich Lord’s ultimate ability is grand magic, it would be wise to test it beforehand and confirm its effects clearly.
The very reason for the Lich Lord’s existence, and its most vicious spell.
“Grand Necromancy: Bountiful Harvest.”
A surge of power erupted from within.
From beneath my feet, pitch-black dark mana spread outward in a perfect circle.
Waves of absolute darkness swept through every corner of the abandoned villa’s underground parking garage.
I closed my eyes.
As my vision cut off, the undulations of dark mana instead crystallized in my mind as three-dimensional lines.
In the darkness, the positions of corpses came through with the clarity of constellations.
Clatter—clack.
It began in an unseen corner: the bones of a rat, long since rotted into a skeleton.
Dark mana began to cling to the rat’s skeletal frame like cobwebs.
Crack! Snap!
Accompanied by sickening fractures, the bones proliferated abnormally and were carved away.
Condensed darkness from the void draped itself over the rat’s skeleton.
In less than a second, what stood there was no longer a sewer rat, but a ‘Miniature Death Knight’ clad in jet-black full plate armor, wielding a sharp shortsword.
Screech—! Crack, crunch!
From all directions came chilling sounds of bone and flesh reassembling, echoing in succession.
The highlight was the insect corpses dried and stuck in the cracks of the underground chamber’s walls.
As dark mana seeped into those bodies—which possessed no bones—their fragile chitinous exoskeletons began to proliferate grotesquely.
The hardened shells, now steel-like, took the place of bone, being carved and assembled into small Death Knights.
Beyond that, countless decayed and putrefied remnants transformed into Death Knights en masse.
“Oh….”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The Miniature Death Knights prostrated themselves at my feet as if swearing their loyalty.
They seem a bit cute, actually. It’s like watching Death Knight figurines come to life.
‘There is a difference, though.’
The first stage of Bountiful Harvest transforms ‘all corpses’ within a 50-meter radius into Death Knights.
In Lost Honor, rat corpses transformed into Death Knights the size of adult male characters, but in reality, they seem only slightly larger than an actual rat.
The insects are far smaller.
‘How strong could they be?’
As a test, I commanded the largest rat Death Knight to slice through Chul-soo’s car.
‘Surely that tiny toothpick won’t accomplish anything?’
The true power of Bountiful Harvest was never the individual strength of each Death Knight…
Swoosh!
“…Wow.”
The Death Knight merely swung the toothpick lightly, yet a torrent of black sword energy surged forth, cleaving Chul-soo’s old car clean in half.
The walls and floor remained completely unscathed—only Chul-soo’s decrepit, worthless vehicle was severed with surgical precision.
…I’m sorry, Chul-soo.
Think of it as a valuable life experience.
‘You said it was going to be scrapped anyway.’
Regardless.
I shouldn’t underestimate something just because it’s small.
Death Knights summoned through mass harvesting inherit 50% of their pre-death stats as a baseline.
Normally, 50% of a rat’s pre-death stats would be nothing but dust…
But that’s the result of an EX-grade dark mana from the peak-tier Necromancer amplifying it to absurd levels.
‘These things could slice through ordinary monsters without much effort.’
And there were roughly 300 of them….
“Impressive.”
But summoning Death Knights at tier one was merely a light warm-up.
Death Knights are strong. They fight well.
And they ‘die well’ too.
These creatures have a ‘corpse explosion’ option—either I cast an additional spell or when their health depletes, they charge at enemies and detonate, dealing fixed damage proportional to their maximum health.
“…But if I trigger that now, our Villa would become ash.”
I’ll refrain from that.
“Recall.”
The Death Knights crumbled without a trace, returning to their original bone dust.
Only the ‘rat Death Knight’ remained.
“Your name is Rat-dol.”
Rat-dol bowed its head faithfully.
Small enough to fit in the palm of my hand.
Yet it possessed the valor to split Chul-soo’s car in half and kill him.
And it was adorable.
I’d use it as an errand runner.
Afterward, I tested the remaining powers one by one, synchronizing with Whitey’s meticulous control.
“Is this all….”
Using all these spells—no complex incantations, no painful backlash that Han Seol-ah had to endure every time she cast magic?
There was none.
Within the comfortable environment provided by synchronization, I could wield these calamitous dark spells freely with nothing but a single utterance of the activation word infused with intent.
“Easy.”
The Necromancer’s abilities were more comfortable and overwhelming than I’d anticipated.
Resonar conquest.
This much means 90% is already done.
There’s just one variable….
“I wonder how much of the Necromancer’s magic Lee Ah-woon can use.”
I couldn’t check last time since he was asleep.
It’s a point I must verify.
But there’s no need to move immediately right now.
“The chicken’s here.”
* * *
While eating the piping hot chicken.
I checked the community reactions.
“There should be some posts about me, right?”
[Shall I organize them for you?]
“Sure. Let me take a look.”
Nom.
I took a big bite of the chicken leg.
Ah.
The sauce got smeared on my mouth as I ate.
“Rat-dol.”
Snap.
“Can’t you speak?”
Nod.
The lack of communication was slightly frustrating.
In a game, I would’ve just let it slide… but this is reality, isn’t it?
‘There should be a way.’
After injecting dark mana into Rat-dol.
I manipulated it using the knowledge in my head, molding it this way and that.
It was the sensation of creating vocal cords.
“Speak.”
[Yes, my lord.]
“That works.”
Rat-dol snapped to attention with a crisp salute like a second lieutenant under strict discipline.
[W-wait, Agent…? Did you just create a living creature’s vocalization organs with mana?!]
I heard Whitey’s startled voice, but I let it go in one ear and out the other.
“Hand me some wet wipes. I got sauce on me.”
[Understood.]
Pitter-patter-patter.
Rat-dol scurried quickly on his short legs.
Click.
He opened the wet wipes container with a pick-like blade and swiftly pulled out a sheet, presenting it to me.
“And go dump the chicken radish broth in the sink.”
[Understood.]
* * *
[Hey, I just got back from the assembly at the Open Field in front of the Hunter Association, and this isn’t a dream, right?]
[Author: ○○]
I’m a C-rank tanker myself. Today they suddenly called all tankers to assemble, so I thought I was going to get ground up like meat and wrote my will before heading out.
But then some guy in a full suit showed up and started dumping artifacts from his bag like a mountain;;
British chain mail, German Celtsword armor, and other artifacts that are absolutely impossible to obtain through normal means in our current situation were just rolling around on the ground lol;
Everyone was confused, asking what this was, whether you’d need a 30-year payment plan to buy that stuff lol, completely bewildered…
???: Ah… this thing. It’s ‘free’.
lolololol they just gave it away damn
I seriously thought the world was pranking me on hidden camera.
Tank-exclusive artifacts aren’t like candy bars lol get in line lol stand in line and receive them lol
Apparently the ‘Apostle’ is giving these as gifts—that incredibly amazing person who took down Scathach for us
[Comments]
I also got one lol. I got assigned a soft petal shield. This is a B-rank tier 1 shield that absorbs damage for nearby allies lol.
└Patriotic News TV: [Breaking News] Japanese and American tanks in tears lol South Korea, world’s first all-artifact-equipped invincible meat shield unit established lolololol Thanks to King Apostle, national prestige skyrocketing!
└Loyalty loyalty ^^7
└Not just armor distributed. That hard-to-find ‘Ogre Skin Potion’ and even experimental potions made by an Alchemy Master were all released
“Hmm.”
The money I spent was worth it.
[There are also posts you might find interesting.]
[(Pilgrimage Expected) Why Apostle = Black Market ‘Special One’ are the same person.reason]
[Author: Alchemy Major]
“The author’s name seems familiar?”
[This is the person who claimed during the last press conference that elixirs increasing mana don’t exist, so the entire press conference was a lie.]
Ah. That person.
[I’m the guy who said Han Seol-ah’s press conference mana elixir was bullshit.
I’m a potion merchant who majored in alchemy, and when I saw the actual ‘Experimental Potion No. 9’ distributed today, I immediately ate my words.
Now I’m certain.
That’s a legendary potion that only exists in blueprints; the Apostle and Black Market Special One are either the same person or at minimum working together.
Those who know will know about the Numbers ranking changes in the Black Market. Isn’t the timing too perfect right now?
The day Special One appeared and flipped the Black Market upside down coincides with the day the Apostle swept all the Black Market artifacts and distributed them to us
Conclusion: The Apostle is the person who made that red elixir, and used the money from selling it to acquire all the artifacts and distribute them to us]
I’m a potion merchant who majored in alchemy, and when I saw the actual “Test Product No. 9” that was distributed today, I immediately smashed my head against it.
Now I know for sure.
That’s a legendary potion that only exists in blueprints; the Apostle and the Black Market Special are either the same person or at least in cahoots.
Those in the know will know about the Black Market Numbers ranking change. Isn’t the timing right now just perfect?
The day a being called Special One appeared and turned the Black Market upside down coincides with the day the Apostle swept through all the Black Market artifacts and scattered them to us.
Conclusion: The Apostle is the one who made that red elixir, and he used the money from selling the elixir to obtain all the artifacts and distribute them.
[Comments]
└ Frost immunity piercing + power to wipe out Pyongyang + S-rank potion crafting ability that overpowers saints + wealth to outfit hundreds of hunters with endgame gear… this is one person? Stop writing fiction lol
└Pilgrimage initiated. Please let us survive the Resonar raid this time.
└This Alchemy Major bastard said it was bullshit last time but switched positions the moment gear dropped lol But it’s facts so can’t refute
[[Analysis] Did you see the lineup of potions that the apostle sprinkled? This is the work of ‘that person’. txt]
└This attention-seeking bastard showed up here too please block them
[Would you like to view the next post?]
Whitey displayed exactly the kind of post I’d find interesting.
The masses were combining the clues I’d scattered, marveling at them, and enjoying piecing the puzzle together themselves.

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