My Catastrophic‑Level Summon Devours Gates - Chapter 268

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Episode 268
[Magic Power Smelting ― A]
[Bone Metallurgy ― B]
[Bone Alloy ― C]
[Corpse Processing ― C]
[Corpse Crafting ― D]
[Skills have been added to the Revived One ‘Hael’.]
[Detailed information can be confirmed individually.]
“Were you perhaps a Necrosmith in your lifetime?”
【Huh? I was a Blacksmith.】
As expected.
There’s no way that could be.
“Did you gain influence from me?”
“We’ve never done that before, have we?”
“There’s nothing like swordsmanship to teach Sir Isra.”
What could I possibly teach the Continental Greatest Sword?
How to handle a tool?
That’s not even Sir Isra’s specialty.
Meanwhile, Hael, who was a Blacksmith in her lifetime, had a point of contact with the Necrosmith.
“This won’t do. I must learn Metallurgy myself to create a connection with my Lord…!”
“The Continental Greatest Sword is going to pick up a hammer?”
“My. Who’s head are you planning to smash with that hammer?”
At Ingrid’s mockery, Sir Isra’s teeth ground together with a sharp click.
“My Lord!”
“Yes, yes. Give it a try.”
I created another hammer from Chaos Stone and tossed it to Sir Isra.
“Hael. Want to try using Bone Metallurgy?”
【Yes. I love challenging new fields.】
“Since it’s your first time, try making Death Warrior Armor.”
Bone Metallurgy, classified as B-Rank.
It was exactly that level when I first created Death Warriors.
Fortunately, the blueprint knowledge was shared.
Hael didn’t hesitate and placed materials into the Furnace.
“Hmm. Hmmm.”
Sir Isra observed the work process from the corner of his eye, then added the same amount of materials alongside her.
So he really was planning to try it.
“Hehehehe.”
Ingrid let out a mocking laugh.
No.
Who knows what might happen.
Sir Isra was a genius born with the aptitude of the Heavenly Martial Body.
He could assess an opponent’s realm at a glance.
Immediately analyzing their combat techniques and countering them—he was the strongest, unmatched in both insight and the sense of how to move his body.
So then.
Could I really pull off Bone Metallurgy?
“I can’t just sit idle.”
Watching my Two Vassals wait in front of the Furnace, my fingers itched with anticipation.
I still had Epic Grade Soul Stones remaining.
Might as well craft more Death Knights.
Clang! Claaaang!
“Open your eyes.”
[Corpse Crafting]
[You have created 1 Death Knight.]
The second Death Knight rose to its feet.
Including Pines, that made three.
An S-Rank Warrior-Type Hunter’s equivalent in Minions had been duplicated in an instant.
“Malnourished One.”
【My name is Juan Carlos!】
“Is it?”
【…It is.】
“How many Death Knights have you commanded at once?”
【Three. No, that is correct.】
“The three you deployed when fighting me—that was your maximum power?”
【Yes, that is correct.】
“Necromancers aren’t much after all.”
【You’re abnormally strong!】
“You?”
【Uuuugggghhhhh!!!】
Hmm.
Necromancers are weak indeed.
Or perhaps the Malnourished One was simply weak among Necromancers.
He likely hadn’t properly strengthened his full power during his fugitive life.
An S-Rank Necromancer commanding only three S-Rank Minions didn’t make sense.
Necromancers are masters of quantity.
They’re called a One-Man Army—a powerful job class.
I asked for reference, but it wasn’t much help.
【I! Also commanded! A Doom Knight!】
“It was only half-baked.”
A Doom Knight raised through a trick.
An SS-Rank Undead Monster, no less.
Isra Style Swordsmanship.
Even that was a half-baked version—I couldn’t even use Aura Burst.
A direct confrontation would have dealt catastrophic damage, so I twisted my entire body to target the Malnourished One instead, and only then achieved victory.
“I’ll need to unleash Sergio eventually too.”
My cultivation would need to reach S-Rank before I could prevent bodily collapse, wouldn’t it?
“This can’t be right!”
Clang.
Sir Isra’s expression turned blank with dismay.
At the end of her gaze lay a Soul Iron deeply gouged and dented.
Even a tin pot used for years wouldn’t develop such damage.
I couldn’t even fathom how much force had to be applied to create such deep indentations.
[Soul Iron – Refining Failed]
Grade: Normal
Classification: Minerals
Durability: 17/201
Soul Iron refined by an incompetent Blacksmith. Excessive force was applied before it was sufficiently heated. It has lost all of Soul Iron’s inherent properties and cannot perform its intended function. Complete melting is recommended.
Wow.
This was the first time I’d seen the System deliver such harsh criticism.
Even in my first year as a Necrosmith, I’d never witnessed such a scathing evaluation.
Meanwhile, the result Hael produced was….
[Dark Soul Iron Helmet]
Grade: Unique
Classification: Defensive Equipment
Restriction: Undead
Durability: 570/570
A helmet crafted from alloyed Soul Iron. Due to the mineral’s inherent cold aura, living beings who equip it suffer debuffs.
While a skilled Blacksmith’s touch is evident, subtle misalignments have caused the item’s balance to deteriorate slightly.
*Physical Defense Lv 51
*Magic Resistance Lv 49
Mediocre even among Unique Grade items.
One more mistake and it might have been judged as Rare Grade instead.
Still.
What mattered was that a Unique had been produced.
【The Master’s technique has a slightly different quality than ordinary Metallurgy.】
“Are you getting the hang of it?”
【Two more attempts, or perhaps three, and I won’t produce any defective items.】
Even if it’s called mediocre, it’s still Unique Grade.
A Blacksmith who was Meister-class in their lifetime apparently wasn’t satisfied with it.
“We have plenty of materials, so try as many times as you need.”
【Thank you, Master.】
“Don’t mention it.”
I’m the one who should be grateful for lightening my workload.
After crafting one more Death Knight,
I noticed Hael had perfectly completed an entire set of Death Guard equipment.
Each piece of armament was Unique Grade mid-tier in performance.
It was comparable to items I’d made when I’d just reached A-Rank.
Wait a moment.
If I leave the tuning to Meigers
and have Hael craft the armor and weapons,
then I just need to set up the Spirit Power Circuit and boom—an Undead is made, right?
“Wow. Undead can be copied?”
S-Rank Undead like Death Knights or Centauro are still beyond reach.
But still.
Death Warriors and Death Guards could be mass-produced.
With all my Familiars working together, I could stamp out A-Rank Undead like cookie cutters!
“Listen up, everyone.”
“Master, your eyes look a bit strange, if I may say so?”
“I’m going to need you all to work a bit harder.”
Before heading toward the Great Rift,
shouldn’t I prepare with maximum strength?
Everyone, let’s push through this together.
* * *
The moment I returned to Korea, I participated in a Rift Bureau briefing.
After an all-night work session, I caught some sleep at dawn.
[Death Knights: 4]
[Death Guards: 11]
While I was crafting two more Death Knights,
Hael grew more skilled at her work, stamping out armor like cookie cutters.
The item performance itself was slightly inferior to what I made directly,
but what mattered was having a slave—no, an assistant—to handle the work for me.
“Repairs will take care of it.”
The Death Domain also has a Repair Factory.
If the armaments’ durability drops, I can leave them at the factory or have Hael pick up a hammer,
and Vengeance can heal any physical damage to the bodies.
“Ehehehehe.”
An automatic repair system built in, no less.
No more need for tedious manual repairs!
Thanks to [Master of Metal], work efficiency skyrocketed,
and with Hael and the Repair Factory, my Undead creation and attrition response capacity multiplied several times over.
Otherworldly Souls truly are the best!
“Hmm. Hmmm.”
“Sir Isra, take a break.”
“No, no, I can do this too!”
Sir Isra had tackled Bone Metallurgy with such confidence.
All he’d managed to produce were lumps of soul-iron so mangled their original form was unrecognizable.
“Hammer confiscated.”
“Noooooooo!!!”
Good grief.
Even though he had his own specialty, I couldn’t fathom why he was so greedy about this.
“Master. The Girl says she’s ready.”
Ingrid, dressed in a flowing azure gown, flashed a radiant smile.
Her shimmering crimson hair created a striking contrast that captivated the eye.
“We’re heading to the Battlefield.”
“What are you talking about? There’s a separate stage for displaying our true abilities.”
“We are the face of our Lord. Don’t act recklessly.”
“That’s exactly why we need to dress up all the more.”
Ingrid let out a short laugh and murmured softly.
“Pathetic followers.”
Her voice was barely audible.
Without hearing enhanced by the Heavenly Martial Body, I wouldn’t have caught it.
However.
All the Familiars here shared my talents.
“What, what, what, whaaaat!!!”
Sir Isra’s feet stomped indignantly.
“Why. What.”
“Mage. A duel!”
“The outcome’s already decided by follower count, isn’t it?”
“That can’t be the measure of victory.”
“We were discussing our Lord’s reputation.”
Ingrid laughed and brushed her hair back.
“Iron Head and I have a clear hierarchy. Where does someone with a hundred thousand followers get off trying to join the conversation?”
For reference, Ingrid’s follower count had exceeded a million.
Apparently, even that dress was sponsored.
“Noooooo!!!”
He seemed more humiliated by the follower count than by the mangled soul-iron.
“Now do you understand the importance of appearance?”
“I, I, I, I can’t accept this.”
“Just accept it gracefully. It’ll make things easier.”
“Easier?”
A question mark appeared above Sir Isra’s head.
“So many clothes sponsored for us.”
Whoosh.
Multiple outfits tumbled from Ingrid’s wallet.
“Why are they coming out of there?”
“Hehe. I’ve been researching spatial magic lately.”
The research capabilities inherited from the Forge of Death to the Death Domain.
Since then, Ingrid had been melting Magic Stones whenever she had a spare moment and dedicating herself to magical research.
I had no idea she’d already developed Subspace magic.
“The storage capacity isn’t very large. It’s only suitable for keeping clothes.”
But why were there men’s clothes too?
She must be planning to dress Zaugg as well.
Well.
He does have excellent proportions, so he’d make a fine display model.
“Master should wear them too.”
Me?
“Of course. You’re the one who should stand out the most.”
A peculiar light flickered in Ingrid’s eyes as she held the clothes.
“Let me coordinate an outfit for you. Yes, let me attend to you personally!”
“Ah. Um. I appreciate the coordination, but…”
“Shall we remove the clothes you’re wearing first? No, I’ll serve you!”
Why did her eyes go wild like that!
“My lady. Please calm yourself.”
“Get a grip, Mage!”
It took a long time to prepare for departure, spent calming down Ingrid who kept insisting on coordinating my outfit.
Sigh.
What a life.
“Natural makeup is essential too.”
“…Wasn’t it supposed to end with the clothes?”
“Leave everything to me.”
Ingrid quickly finished coordinating and applying makeup to my Familiars.
She even used telekinetic magic, and her mana control was remarkably delicate.
She’d have a successful career as a stylist.
Only after completing the full setup.
Could we finally depart for Incheon.
Ugh.
Fighting monsters seems easier than this.
“It’s all for you, Master.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I swallowed a sigh and placed my hand on the doorknob.

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