My Catastrophic‑Level Summon Devours Gates - Chapter 2
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Episode 2
Enras Continent.
A place name I’ve never heard before.
Perhaps that’s why.
I became certain.
This was the otherworldly spirit I’d been searching for over 5 years.
[You have encountered an otherworldly spirit.]
[You can settle this soul into an undead you have created.]
The System Message reinforced my certainty.
“Mr. Isra.”
【It’s Sir.】
“Pardon?”
【Sir Isra.】
Ah. I see.
This spirit seems to have quite a strong sense of self-importance.
I think he mentioned something about being the continent’s strongest, but I didn’t take it at face value.
A small grave that didn’t match such a grandiose title.
It wasn’t shabby because kobolds had dug it up.
Even when I tried to imagine its intact state from the remaining traces, it didn’t look particularly impressive.
【You there. This doesn’t seem to be your first time conversing with a soul.】
“Well, I happen to have a talent for that sort of thing.”
There are souls on Earth too.
People.
Or even animals all possess souls.
It’s just that only humans have spiritual power strong enough to be called ‘spirits.’
Now that we’ve introduced ourselves.
Let’s skip the small talk and get to the point.
“Sir Isra. Become my companion.”
【Companion?】
“By the way, you don’t have the right to refuse.”
The first otherworldly spirit I’ve seen in 5 years!
I refuse to accept rejection.
If.
By granting this spirit, my undead control abilities improve.
I’ll be able to achieve the D-rank promotion I’ve been dreaming of.
【If you can’t refuse, are we really companions?】
“Companion sounds better than minion or subordinate.”
A blue orb flickering above the coffin.
I snatched the soul that looked like a will-o’-the-wisp.
【Eep! Uuueep!】
No use arguing.
As I said earlier, I wasn’t asking for your consent.
I stuffed the captured soul into the orc zombie.
[You have infused an otherworldly soul into the created undead (Orc Zombie ‘Mk. 42’).]
[72% match with the soul’s living form.]
[Orc Zombie ‘Mk. 42’ → Name changed to ‘Isra’.]
[Skill: Imperial Swordsmanship (Modified)_Isra Form has been added.]
An endless parade of messages.
Content I’d never seen once in five years.
Good heavens.
I clutched my pounding chest and checked the orc zombie’s status.
[Sir Isra]
*Race: Undead
*Classification: Revenant
*Grade: D
Strength: 172
Agility: 35
Stamina: 124
Durability: 203
Magic Power: 35
*Skills
―Imperial Swordsmanship (Modified)_Isra Form[SSS]
―Undead[D]
―Corpse Reading[E]
“I’m not dreaming right now, am I?”
What I meant to just think came spilling out of my mouth.
The shock I’d just received was that great.
Why is an SSS-grade skill appearing here?
Even searching the entire world, there weren’t even ten hunters who possessed skills of that grade.
It’s an ability too good for a zombie.
Really.
“Too much…”
【What a trash-like body.】
“Right. Trash-like, no! What kind of way is that to talk!”
The thought that suddenly intruded made me misspeak.
It was obvious who the culprit was.
The otherworldly soul dwelling in the zombie.
Sir Isra.
【Look at these muscles. They’re so stiff I can’t properly exert strength.】
“What do you expect from a corpse with rigor mortis?”
【And what about the muscle balance? The body proportions are all wrong.】
Center of gravity.
Misaligned bones.
On top of that, all sorts of harsh criticism poured out like rap lyrics.
Good grief.
To think the body I created with all my heart and soul would receive such harsh criticism.
I suspected he might be holding a grudge because I forced a soul into a zombie.
【You don’t think I’m just nitpicking, do you?】
“Ack.”
He doesn’t have a Mind Reading skill though.
【A true knight only speaks the truth and doesn’t force flaws where there are none.】
“The system acknowledged that the zombie’s completion was perfect, you know?”
There’s a reason the orc zombie is named Mk. 42.
I combined countless D-grade and lower materials from the Byproduct Sales Shop.
The orc zombie before my eyes is the strongest combination I could create within my abilities, carefully crafted.
Though I suppose I should call him Sir Isra now.
【Hmm. I see.】
“You don’t look convinced?”
【If the standard is zombies, then I understand. For low-grade undead, charging forward recklessly and biting would be the best strategy.】
Sir Isra slowly shook his head.
【But it lacks dignity.】
Even if you say that with a half-rotted, mangled face, it’s not very convincing.
Am I having a conversation with the undead I created?
Or am I serving a master? I was starting to get confused.
【A sword. I need a sword.】
“I didn’t prepare one separately.”
Where would a zombie have occasion to use a sword?
When I said I’d get him one after we left the Gate, Sir Isra’s cheek twitched.
【This is troublesome. With bare hands, it will be difficult to protect you.】
Huh?
Why would you protect me?
“Sa, save me!”
“Kobolds came out in a swarm!”
Academy students throwing away all their equipment and running away.
Behind them, kobolds came charging in a pack.
Over thirty of them.
All the Academy students must have been warrior types as they ran past me at incredible speed.
How admirable.
They certainly taught them how to run away properly.
If I just stand here, I’ll be torn into seventeen pieces in less than 10 seconds, right?
【I shall protect you, my lord.】
“But there are 30 kobolds?”
【Trust me.】
Those heavy words calmed my heart.
“Sir. You said even a stick would be fine, didn’t you.”
【That’s right.】
“Take this then.”
A Thigh Bone I had brought for zombie repairs.
Whoosh!
Sir Isra swung the bone twice and muttered 【I suppose this will do.】
“Kekek, kyaaak!”
He smashed a kobold’s skull in one blow.
* * *
The bone struck the side of a kobold that was charging with a Rusty Sword.
Crack! Just from the sound alone, a fracture was guaranteed.
The kobold coughed up blood and rolled on the ground.
“What am I looking at right now?”
I hadn’t expected much.
Orc Zombie MK. 42 is my masterpiece.
Even so, it’s only D-rank beginner specs.
The maximum it could handle simultaneously was five kobolds.
That should have been certain.
Stab! Stab stab!
Short Spears and swords pierced Sir Isra’s body.
【This one thing is convenient.】
Whack!
One kill per strike.
The kobolds were already small in stature to begin with.
The distance had closed as they tried to land effective hits.
He couldn’t dodge the dancing bones and was sent flying.
【Injuries are of no concern to this body.】
In an instant, ten kobolds were rendered unable to fight or killed, rolling on the ground.
“Kang! Kang!”
Arrows flew in from dozens of meters away.
Most aimed for Sir Isra.
But some arrows fell toward me in the back, not their primary target.
My body froze in panic.
These cursed reflexes didn’t respond even at this moment.
The moment the word “death” flashed through my mind.
Clang!
Several arrows were deflected by the bone Sir Isra swung.
Whether arrows pierced his own body or not.
He only deflected the attacks aimed at me with a single strike.
【Protecting an inadequate lord is quite a troublesome task.】
Step, step.
Sir Isra advanced with slow steps.
“Kang! Kang!”
The kobold pack spread out widely.
This is dangerous.
A zombie’s specs surpass those of kobolds, but not overwhelmingly so.
If they surround and crush him, it’s over.
“Sir Isra!”
【Don’t mistake my eyes for knotholes.】
Thud!
Sir Isra kicked off the ground and leaped high.
Like a frog jumping high.
An unseemly posture, but he flew several meters and landed among the scattering kobold pack.
Crack!
Crushing one kobold’s head with his bone while falling was a bonus.
【Come at me. I am the continent’s greatest swordsman!!】
A magnificent thought struck the kobolds and my mind.
“How can one zombie do this?”
“Amazing. Is this what a necromancer is?”
“But why is such an amazing person doing this kind of part-time work?”
The Academy students who had been fleeing sensed something strange and turned around.
Those bastards.
If they’re trying to get under my skin, they’ve succeeded.
“What are you doing?”
“Excuse me?”
Don’t answer a question with another question.
“I guess the Military Academy teaches you to turn your back when you see monsters.”
“Ah, ahh.”
“When my zombie is drawing their attention is your opportunity.”
What can I do if they can’t eat even when spoon-fed.
“Stop spacing out and charge!”
When I shouted angrily, they finally ran back the way they came as if their butts were on fire.
“Waaaaah!”
“Come at us, you kobold bastards!”
The kobolds caught from behind by the Academy students showed clear signs of panic.
【Excellent.】
It was Sir Isra who was excited.
Not missing the moment when the kobolds’ attention wavered, he took down two more.
Even while being gang-beaten, he avoided hits to vital joints.
Fighting could be this magnificent.
Crack!
His leg broke from accumulated impact.
Even with one arm torn off.
Sir Isra tenaciously swung his bones.
If it had been Orc Zombie MK. 42, his limbs would have been dismantled long ago.
With the same specs.
He minimized the area of impact while slaughtering enemies.
“Amazing.”
While I was letting out an exclamation.
The Academy Instructor came running with urgent footsteps.
“The, the students were ambushed!”
“As you can see.”
“…A zombie?”
The Academy Instructor’s voice contained undisguisable surprise.
“Um, that Park Min-ho.”
“Yes.”
“Are you really an E-rank Hunter?”
“That’s correct.”
“Why does your zombie fight so well?”
“My zombie is special.”
Strictly speaking, he’s what you’d call a revenant.
By the time the Academy Instructor arrived, most of the battlefield had already been cleared.
Sir Isra had taken down twenty-three kobolds.
The remaining seven were defeated by the Academy students.
[You have successfully cleared this Gate.]
[Rank ― E]
[You are awarded 1 E-rank Magic Stone as a reward.]
A small Magic Stone dropped from thin air with a thud.
Since the clear time was long, it was hard to expect a big reward.
Since I was hired help to begin with, I never even thought about a high-grade clear.
【Hmm. I am ashamed.】
“What’s with the shame talk?”
【I damaged the body you graciously provided.】
The left arm and right leg were bent in the wrong direction.
The skin had become tattered rags.
There were forty-four spots where bone was completely exposed.
Even decorated with the weapons the kobolds had used.
Isn’t this pure junkyard equipment?
“It’s fine. This much is nothing.”
As long as it’s not completely destroyed, it’s okay.
Fixing undead is my specialty, after all.
For five years, I’ve repeated the cycle of creating, repairing, and breaking them.
I actually thought it was fortunate.
If the undead had been destroyed during combat.
The otherworldly soul dwelling within would have disappeared.
It was something I instinctively realized the moment the soul called Sir Isra settled in.
Right.
Before that.
There’s one thing I need to address.
“Excuse me. Instructor.”
“Yes, yes.”
“We almost had a big problem just now.”
“Oh my. I’ll naturally provide you with hazard pay.”
This old man.
Earlier he was speaking casually, so why has he become so polite?
Seeing how he even asked about my rank, he seems to have mistaken me for a high-level necromancer.
Well, it doesn’t matter.
“About the Corpse Looting rights.”
“They naturally belong to Hunter Park. Of course.”
“I’ll use just two kobolds separately.”
I took out the Work Scalpel and Hammer I always carry around.
Kobolds are the corpses I’ve handled most while making zombies.
I quickly separated the appropriately sized bones and muscles.
I attached the scattered pieces of Sir Isra’s body here and there.
[Corpse Crafting]
When I infused mana, the parts connected as if they had originally been one body, and the damaged areas were restored.
【Oh? Ohhhhh!】
“Are you alright?”
【Perfect as new. I can hardly believe this is the work of a low-grade necromancer like yourself.】
Yes. Yes.
Sorry for being a low-grade necromancer.
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