My Catastrophic‑Level Summon Devours Gates - Chapter 147

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Episode 147

Ding dong―

“Yes. Coming.”

When I opened the door, the four support team members were standing right in front of me.

“Hyung?”

“Your eyes are bloodshot.”

“Are you really okay?”

They all showed their worried expressions without hiding them.

I hurriedly washed up and got ready, but it seems it wasn’t very effective.

“I stayed up all night working. I’m fine.”

“Then we’ll come back another time.”

“It’s okay. Sir Isra and Ingrid are in charge of training anyway.”

I’m thinking of getting some sleep while the support team is training.

I have a sleeping bag and earplugs, so it should be fine.

Seong-su shook his head with a troubled expression.

“This is too much of an inconvenience.”

“The inconvenience was forgetting our appointment and hammering all night. Don’t worry about it.”

I hadn’t planned to stay up all night from the beginning.

I got too absorbed in the work of densely carving spirit power circuits into narrow bones.

It was my fault for working without noticing time passing.

Thanks to my Heavenly Martial Body, I could endure it.

“Ha, haha. I see.”

“Sir Isra told me to rest, that’s why I’m saying this. I’m really fine.”

“Yes. You look really convincing.”

“Hmm. If hyung says he’s okay, then whatever.”

“Then hyung, you can also do swordsmanship training with us―, ow!”

“Jong-hyo. What do you do if you bite your tongue while talking?”

“You stepped on······.”

“Shh.”

I was worried they might feel uncomfortable because I was sleeping, but fortunately they don’t.

We moved to the Death Forge using the subspace carrier.

“Haha! It’s been a while since we had time like this.”

“You’re prepared, right?”

I handed the support team over to the two spirited vassals.

Where’s the sleeping bag, you ask?

Thud―

As soon as I thought about it, it appeared on the floor.

Since I had stored it in the subspace carrier, I could take it out anytime while inside the Death Forge.

Yaaawn.

Seeing the sleeping bag makes me suddenly feel sleepy.

It’s not just about stamina.

I concentrated for a long time carving spirit power circuits in narrow spaces.

If I sleep for a bit, all this sticky fatigue will disappear.

Since acquiring the Heavenly Martial Body, I’ve been able to return to peak condition with just a little rest.

Death Knight and Lich.

My heart raced at the thought of analyzing the higher-tier undeads as soon as I wake up after resting.

Let me sleep a bit now.

I need to examine them in perfect condition to get good results.

As I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander, drowsiness captured my mind.

* * *

“He’s sleeping now.”

Sir Isra muttered from a distance.

“How can you tell?”

“I can tell just by listening to his breathing.”

“······.”

Yang Seong-su held back the gasp that was about to escape.

The Death Forge’s area was 420 pyeong.

About half the size of an elementary school playground.

They had moved as far away as possible to avoid disturbing Min-ho’s sleep.

He was amazed by the confident attitude of hearing breathing from such a distance and being certain he was asleep.

“Can’t you hear breathing without concentrating?”

“Hmm. That’s impossible for us.”

“Any knight who joined the Gale Knights could do that much.”

The knight order he mentioned was the empire’s strongest knight order that Sir Isra had been active in during his lifetime.

A knight order created by carefully selecting people with the highest level of talent in the empire.

Naturally.

They were far superior to the support team, who possessed only slightly better than average talent.

“That’s discouraging.”

“The average bar is set too high.”

“Ugh.”

Sir Isra laughed heartily at the support team’s groans.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you learn the basics.”

Yang Seong-su, the team leader, cautiously raised his hand.

“What level do you consider basic, Sir Isra?”

“Emitting mana.”

A stage beyond physical enhancement.

In other words, he meant mana emission.

Park Jong-hyo was about to let out an exclamation but covered his mouth.

Was mana emission an ordinary skill?

It was the gateway to B-rank Hunters.

For warrior-type Hunters, it was called the wall of tears.

Without acquiring this, even reaching the maximum C-rank level wouldn’t allow promotion to B-rank Hunter.

According to WHU (World Hunter Union) standards, Hunters who could use mana emission were slightly less than 5%.

Sir Isra had called a skill that puts you in the top 5% “basic.”

“My lord also grasped it quickly.”

“Ah. It’s a bit much to compare hyung with us, isn’t it?”

Yang Seong-su immediately shook his head.

In what way was Min-ho an ordinary Hunter?

Jung Seung-il, a legend of the Response Department, had declared he would become the next SS-rank.

Two of the 12 Heroes had recognized his talent.

He had even achieved a full clear of the Tower of Chaos, receiving worldwide attention.

“Even so, he’s not a knight.”

Sir Isra shook his head.

“I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

“He hasn’t experienced as much real combat as you have.”

The “real combat” Sir Isra mentioned meant wielding weapons and fighting monsters directly.

The support team made understanding expressions.

“That makes sense.”

“Hyung is a necromancer after all.”

“Wasn’t he a blacksmith?”

Of course.

Min-ho’s experience using a sword wasn’t zero.

He had parried a Mutant Blue Raptor’s attack once.

He had also infiltrated enemy lines with stealth and beheaded Tourang mages.

However.

He wasn’t accustomed to warrior combat.

“You all have quite a bit of real combat experience. If you just learn the techniques, you can achieve mana emission.”

“Oh, ohhh!”

“Sir Isra! Thank you!”

At the Support Team’s cheers, Ingrid slightly raised her shoulders.

“You’re putting quite a bit of effort into this?”

“They are people needed by my Lord.”

The Support Team’s talent wasn’t exceptional.

To the extent that his living self wouldn’t have even considered teaching them.

They were at a level to be active as veterans in the mercenary industry.

‘What my Lord needs are attendants to assist him.’

Military force?

Just himself and Ingrid were sufficient.

Though this body was lacking compared to his living abilities.

As Min-ho’s skills improved, his specs were also rising vertically.

Someday he would be able to regain his living peak.

People like Jung Seung-il and Gerard too.

Were weak compared to Sir Isra’s prime.

“Mage. Isn’t it the same for you?”

“Hmph. That’s true.”

Ingrid was the strongest monster of the Witch Coven.

The source of her power was the mighty mana and knowledge passed down through generations of Eclipse Witches.

Though she had lost her mana.

Magical knowledge more vast than all the Clock Tower’s documents combined was etched in her mind.

“How unusual for you to properly evaluate me?”

“You’re the strongest mage I know.”

Having exterminated necromancers.

Even Isra, who had all kinds of fights and experiences as the Continental Greatest Sword.

Could not ignore Ingrid’s potential.

“Palace ministers and attendants cannot be replaced by undeads.”

Ingrid also understood.

Boss Baek’s support.

Miscellaneous work inside Gates.

Such tasks couldn’t be done by the dead.

Even if the Support Team couldn’t keep up with Min-ho’s growth rate.

Shouldn’t they at least be able to follow behind?

“I can do it. If it’s me.”

“Hohoho. The girl will have to work hard too.”

“Everything for my Lord.”

“For Master.”

The two vassals joined forces.

It was perfect except for the hardships laid out in the Support Team’s future.

* * *

“Haaaam.”

How long did I sleep?

Checking the clock, about six hours had passed.

I wasn’t tired.

Even after staying up all night working, six hours of sleep completely restored my condition.

Heavenly Martial Body. The best!

“I wonder if everyone trained well.”

If they had trained as usual, it would have been finished long ago.

Three to four hours.

Even if it went long, it never exceeded five hours.

Since they can’t leave the Death Forge without my permission.

Everyone must be waiting while cooling down from their sweat.

I lightly adjusted my clothes and moved to the training ground.

Clang!

“Too slow.”

“Huk!”

“Are you out of breath? If you die, you won’t need to breathe.”

“Heoook!”

“I guarantee it as someone who’s died once.”

The Support Team Hunters were wielding real swords and charging at Sir Isra.

Three against one.

One was even shooting arrows, so it was a position that also served as restraint.

“Argh! Get hit sometimes!”

“You are matching our speed, right?”

“Does he have eyes in the back too? How does he dodge.”

The Support Team friends cried out in anguish.

It seemed like Sir Isra was sparring while matching their speed.

“He’s running while matching their specs.”

I could tell thanks to my improved eyesight from Heavenly Martial Body and Spirit Eye.

Sir Isra was playing around while matching the Support Team’s level.

I can’t think of any appropriate word other than “playing.”

“Lord. Did you cough?”

“Yeah. I slept longer than expected.”

“The shorter the sleep, the better. Sleeping eternally is no way to live.”

Hmm.

Right.

Did he decide on nagging as today’s concept?

“Please don’t overdo it.”

“Huk, heoook. No.”

“We’re doing this, hah, because we want to.”

“Hy, hyung-nim, we have to follow behind you.”

Behind me?

“We’re going to mainly do B-rank from now on. Shouldn’t we level up too?”

“Once we reach B-rank, the conditions match up to A-rank.”

“We all decided to work hard.”

I heard a similar story yesterday.

They said the Support Team would frequently run Gates together.

The meaning of running Gates.

It was to meet the conditions to enter together with me.

My heart felt warm.

“Lord. Please leave this matter to me.”

“What are the chances?”

“If you put in the effort, it should be possible.”

Oh.

When Sir Isra said that, it was believable.

After all, he was none other than the Continental Greatest Sword.

“That’s enough for today.”

“Huff, huff. Thank you!”

“Breathing is also part of training. Breathe as I taught you.”

“Yes!”

The Support Team friends. Their spirit was really fired up.

“Oh my. We finished at about the same time?”

Ingrid and Mi-jeong joined us too.

Mi-jeong, with sunken eyes, laughed lowly with a “hehe.”

This side also looked like they had quite a hard time.

It wasn’t just a day or two that they’d been receiving training from the Two Vassals.

But today the training intensity and atmosphere were different.

Should I say there was a sense of solemnity?

“Then we’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”

“Make sure the four of you conquer at least one Gate.”

“You don’t have a Healer, you guys. Bill the potion costs to the Palace Interior Minister.”

“The Palace Interior Minister?”

A question mark appeared above Seong-su’s head.

Ha.

Why is the embarrassment my share?

“President Baek.”

“Aha, hahaha. Understood.”

“Don’t overdo it.”

“We’re prepared to work hard to follow you, hyung.”

When they say they’ll work hard themselves, it would be foolish for me to stop them further.

After sending the Support Team friends outside, I returned to the Death Forge again.

“Hmm. Still, their grit is quite useful.”

“If we keep pushing them, they should rise to a certain level.”

The Two Vassals’ positive expressions put my mind somewhat at ease.

When the Support Team friends are making efforts for me, it would feel bad if they only suffered without any reward.

“Won’t Master swing a sword once too?”

“No. I have things to do.”

Analysis of the Death Knight and Lich remains.

The time had finally come to do what I’d been putting off ever since conquering the Tower of Chaos.

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