My Catastrophic‑Level Summon Devours Gates - Chapter 171

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Episode 171

I covered my mouth.

There’s an otherworldly soul in the Rift Bureau item warehouse?

Huff. Huff.

Let me calm down.

Come to think of it, this wasn’t the first time a soul had dwelt within an item.

It was like that when I met Ingrid.

Roan was also dwelling in a stained cup.

“Lord?”

Sensing something unusual, Sir Isra approached while calming his excitement.

“It’s nothing serious.”

“You seem quite excited though.”

“I heard the voice of a new soul.”

【The youngest is. Welcome.】

It seems our saint was secretly bothered by the fact that he’s the youngest.

Even though he usually doesn’t even treat Zaugg as a senior.

“Where is it?”

I definitely heard the voice.

But why is this happening.

I couldn’t pinpoint where the soul was located.

When I get near where telepathy is circling, it should become clearer.

―Ahem. Hmm.

I could only faintly hear the sound of throat clearing.

I couldn’t guess the soul’s location at all.

Ah.

I get it.

“Excuse me. Sir.”

―Ahem.

“If you want to rot away in the warehouse forever, keep making your telepathy that weak.”

Is he trying to play hard to get with me or something.

The soul in the warehouse intentionally reduced the size of its telepathy to make its presence faint.

How ridiculous.

―It’s not like that. Ahem. I don’t know why young folks these days are so impatient.

There we go.

One jab and I immediately pinpointed the location.

[Magerus’s Scale]

Grade: Unique

Classification: Alchemy Tool

Restriction: A-grade Alchemist or higher

Durability: 70/70

This is the scale used by Magerus the Great Alchemist.

It is said to have the effect of finding perfect ratios.

Unqualified alchemists cannot use this item.

A soul dwelling in an alchemist-exclusive item.

I think I know what he did when he was alive.

―Ahem. I am called Magerus the Great Alchemist.

“I see. Farewell then.”

I immediately turned around.

A soul trapped in an item, yet he’s testing me?

This was completely different from Ingrid or Zaugg’s cases.

Time to establish discipline.

―Wait! Shouldn’t we at least exchange names.

“I’m Park Min-ho. I’m quite busy.”

―Oh my. Don’t be like that, just keep this old man company.

“It’s strange that you made your telepathy so weak while looking for company.”

―Ahem. I was just a bit happy to have someone I could communicate with after so long.

Now he’s finally ready to have a proper conversation.

Does he think I’m someone who goes crazy at the sight of otherworldly souls like with Sir Isra?

I’ve already gathered several familiars, so there’s nothing to be desperate about.

No.

Actually, I am a bit interested.

But I didn’t want to be dragged around by an arrogant alchemist.

―Your familiars. They all seem to have souls dwelling in them.

“Good observation.”

―Hehe. Won’t you make me like those children too?

“So what do I get out of it.”

―Having a great alchemist as an acquaintance.

“No thanks.”

―Oh my. Oh my. Hasn’t this young fellow been too hasty from the start?

Sir Isra’s expression beside me contorted in real time.

I calmed him down first since it looked like he was about to curse.

The negotiation was going smoothly in its own way, so just wait a bit.

After taking him as a subordinate, I’ll let him work him hard.

“Become my familiar.”

―Haha. What an amusing joke. To be summoned by a weak necromancer like you.

“If you don’t like it, just stay here forever.”

If I put my mind to it, I can make any great alchemist or whatever into a familiar.

Sir Isra, the first otherworldly soul I met, was that case.

Well, he quickly understood and accepted the situation too.

I crafted the other familiars into undead without much resistance either.

There was a separate reason for going through the trouble of persuasion(?).

Depending on whether they accept this situation or not, their work motivation changes, so I try to coax them as much as possible.

“I wonder if there are any necromancy-related items.”

As I muttered to myself and walked toward the opposite side from [Magerus’s Scale].

In less than 2 seconds, a piercing telepathy flashed through my mind.

―Waaaaait! There are no such items here!

“I’ll know once I look around. Now there’s only one item I can choose anyway, so there’s no choice.”

―Wait, wait. Wouldn’t making a vow work?

“What kind of vow?”

―That I will serve you as my master.

Good grief.

So why did he try to play hard to get when we could both see each other’s cards clearly.

Even without the soul of the great alchemist dwelling in the item.

It wouldn’t be a big loss for me.

On the other hand, if that soul misses this opportunity, he might never see sunlight again.

Even if it’s not necessarily necromancer-related.

I doubt there are any Rift Bureau employees who can meet that picky item’s usage restrictions.

“At least stake your name on it.”

―I, Meigars the Cradle, will serve Park Min-ho as my master. Is that sufficient?

His tone is a bit impure, but it’s fine.

With four familiars so enthusiastic about educating their juniors.

“I’ll choose this as my last item.”

When I pointed to [Magus’s Scale], the Director let out a short “Hmm―” sigh.

“Are you sure about that? It’s quite a tricky item.”

“I think I can use it.”

“If Hunter Park says so, then I should give it to you.”

A new otherworldly soul.

You’re mine!

* * *

From the meeting with the Director to the enjoyable item borrowing time.

I spent quite a productive time and returned home.

On my way back, I immediately sent a text to President Baek.

―I think I obtained some Chinese intelligence agency materials, please come to my house.

Less than 10 seconds after sending the text.

[President Baek]

―Understood. I’ll come right away.

…came the reply.

Even though it was a text with all context cut out, he didn’t ask questions.

That’s fortunate for me.

I don’t know much either.

So.

“Don’t you think some explanation is needed.”

Tell me what kind of trouble you caused.

When I glared at the familiars with narrowed eyes, both their gazes converged in one direction.

“Haha. It was something I did.”

“The responsibility lies with you, Sir?”

“That’s right. Please don’t blame the other familiars.”

I frowned.

Thwack!

“Ugh.”

“Who asked about responsibility.”

After smacking Sir Isra on the head, I let out a short sigh.

“Even if it’s something you guys did, I’m the one who takes responsibility.”

“Lord?”

“I’m not thinking of just taking the benefits.”

How could I not know that the reason the familiars stepped forward was for my safety.

Their methods were a bit excessive, but I have no intention of shifting responsibility.

“Lo, Loooord!”

Sir Isra, whose eyes welled up with tears, wiggled his bottom as if he might rush over at any moment.

Please restrain yourself.

“So please explain the situation.”

“Ah, understood!”

Sir Isra, filled with vigor, told the story of the Chinese spy organization elimination process from beginning to end.

“We didn’t kill those who were unarmed.”

“That’s one thing you did right.”

“Oh. Our Lord understands our true intentions!”

“Don’t do it again next time.”

“Master’s safety is our top priority.”

Ingrid also added her comment.

Right.

I understood that this incident was a result of the familiars’ loyalty coming together.

If the same situation occurs.

These guys will cause trouble again.

Ugh.

This is troublesome.

“Let’s make one promise.”

I should at least put a minimum safety measure in place.

“Report to me before causing trouble.”

“Are you acknowledging our loyalty?”

Thunk!

“Ugh.”

“Should I have to hear about your troublemaking from other people!”

Acknowledge what.

Do you know how startled I was when I heard about you guys from the Director!

“Are you thinking of causing more trouble?”

“Ahem. It was all an expression of loyalty, everything was for our Lord.”

“Your mouth.”

Sigh.

Even excessive loyalty becomes a problem.

As soon as I arrived home, I checked the materials that the three familiars had secured.

“Hmm.”

After looking at the materials for 5 minutes, my thought was.

I don’t understand anything!

“What are these squiggly characters.”

Chinese!

If you’re breathing Korean air, shouldn’t you write in Korean!

I checked a few more documents but couldn’t understand what they were saying.

I didn’t even touch the USB or hard drives.

I was worried that if I handled them wrong, the internal data might be lost.

And it seemed likely that even if I opened them, I wouldn’t know what was written.

Ding dong―

“I’m here.”

When I relayed exactly what I heard from Sir Isra, President Baek’s expression twisted.

“You’ve caused a major incident.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Sigh.

When I let out a long sigh, Sir Isra’s shoulders flinched.

“This might actually be for the better.”

“Pardon?”

“Since improving relations with the Superhuman Bureau has already become impossible.”

Improvement.

I never had any intention of doing that in the first place.

If you can’t get your hands on it, destroy it, something like that?

They screwed me over three times for no reason.

Now it’s time for me to pay them back.

“I have no desire to improve relations either.”

I answered with force in each word.

Thanks to the familiars acting on their own, it seems I’ve already paid them back a little.

But it’s still not enough.

I don’t think my anger will be resolved until I properly give them a blow.

“These materials. Would it be alright if I review them before transferring them to the Rift Management Agency?”

“Yes.”

“I hope there’s a lot of useful information.”

President Baek laughed with a “hehe.”

It was a strange smile where pleasure and irritation coexisted.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“Aren’t you going to attack Gates this afternoon?”

“I got a new Otherworldly Soul.”

“Congratulations, Hunter Park!”

“I’ll have to resurrect it to see if it’s a dud or a good catch.”

―How dare you call me a dud!

What’s he saying.

When I lightly shook Magus’s Scale, an unsightly telepathy saying “ugekgek” spread out.

“It seems the soul has taken residence in that item.”

“I need to find out what kind of fellow this is.”

“I hope it’s a soul that will be of great help to Hunter Park.”

I hope so too.

After handing over the materials to President Baek, I entered the Death Forge.

“Lord. Do you have any particular model in mind?”

“Well. Since he’s an Alchemist, wouldn’t a Skeleton Wizard be good?”

“Alchemists are a bit different from Mages.”

“Really?”

“Since Dexterity and Sensing are important, I don’t think a Skeleton Wizard would suit him.”

That’s reasonable advice.

“Thanks, Ingrid.”

“Hoho. I’m the one who helps Master the most after all.”

“Ugrgrgr.”

“The first sword needs to work harder, doesn’t he?”

“Shut up, you thief.”

Let me see.

Among intermediate to low-grade Undead, it’s hard to find one with excellent Dexterity.

Can’t be helped.

I’ll have to use a Revenant again, that jack-of-all-trades but master-of-none Undead.

After crafting a Revenant with spare Materials.

I extracted the soul dwelling in Magus’s Scale.

―You’re going to put me in such a shabby body?

“Yes.”

―I object! I refuse!

“I refuse your refusal.”

You already swore loyalty with your own mouth earlier.

In our country, there’s a beautiful saying called “no take-backs.”

I placed my hand on the scale and smoothly extracted the soul.

―$%$@#$@!

I shoved the blue light mass that was screaming something incomprehensible into the Revenant.

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