On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 116

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 116

 

 

Necromancer King’s Heart (3)

 

 

On the way back.

Gilbert thought for a while before opening his mouth.

 

“Boss. What kind of guy would be good?”

“What do you mean?”

“The guy to capture.”

“Guy to capture?”

“Yes. Just say the word. Those Siren guys would be good.”

 

Gilbert’s eyes sparkled.

Actually, his body was itching for action.

Because he had no activity during the last black market night raid.

Boss had solved everything.

When dealing with the Robson Family, when facing King Robson, even at the black market.

He had done nothing.

So now he desperately wanted to capture a few guys according to Boss’s intentions and purify the Necromancer King’s Heart.

 

‘This time I’ll finally show my skills.’

 

He was a Grade 1 Crow who had completed numerous requests and earned sufficient trust within the organization!

As long as it wasn’t assassination, it was fine.

He could easily handle kidnapping.

The guys that came to mind at the right time were the Sirens.

But Ziel shook his head.

 

“You and I don’t need to do it.”

“Don’t need to?”

“Didn’t I say I sent letters? There are others who will do it.”

“Ah…!”

 

Ziel understood Gilbert’s words this way.

Since Siren was mentioned, shouldn’t they take action against Siren?

Specifically, he thought Gilbert was referring to Professor Titus, the Siren Junior School graduate that Emerick had mentioned.

Ziel decided to make things clear while he was at it.

 

“Gilbert.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“We belong to the Academy. I’m a Liberal Arts Instructor, and you’re a Teaching Assistant.”

“But.”

“Identity is precious. So unless it’s truly necessary and can’t be handled without our involvement, we don’t move.”

 

Indeed.

Gilbert was immediately convinced.

 

‘We need to maintain this organization well!’

 

Ziel had unknowingly become the leader of a secret organization.

 

“Understood, Boss. My thinking was short-sighted.”

“Try to think longer next time.”

“…?”

“It’s a joke. Books say if you mention the opposite, the other person laughs.”

“Ha, haha.”

“Don’t laugh. It’s actually not funny.”

“…”

“It’s a joke.”

 

This wasn’t easy to react to.

Anyway, he understood Boss’s intention.

 

‘Since he sent letters, those guys will kidnap and send appropriate sacrifices!’

 

Ziel’s thoughts were like this.

 

‘I sent letters to both Kundel and Locus, and they’ll arrive soon so they’ll take action. They’ll attack Siren in some way.’

 

Those letters contained information about Siren forming an assassination group along with appropriate evidence.

Content related to black market operations was a bonus.

If Ziel’s expectations were correct, both were pursuing and hostile toward Siren, so they would use that information to their advantage somehow.

Presumably, Siren wouldn’t be able to move easily for a while.

Because Ziel had dealt a major blow with the black market explosion.

Not only the items leaked from Black Sky, but he had also swept away all of Dikelen’s Silver Coins.

Plus the dangerous item called the Necromancer King’s Heart!

 

‘There won’t be any worries for a while, and in the meantime, the Kundel Family and Locus can move.’

 

Behind-the-scenes manipulation.

There was a subtle charm to it.

Even during his assassin days, he hid his identity and always stayed behind the curtain, but this was different work.

Anyway, it was time to turn off concerns about Siren and prepare for classes.

Ah.

Of course, appropriate measures would be taken regarding Professor Titus.

 

‘I can use the information received from Kundel for that.’

 

Among the information was data about famous mages who graduated from Junior School, that is, studied at the Siren family.

One of them was Professor Titus.

 

“Gilbert, as soon as we return, plan how to utilize Magic Dolls and basic magical tools in classes.”

“Yes, understood. Boss.”

“Make it detailed but create a report that can be understood at a glance. Each item should be 10 pages of standard format documents.”

“…”

 

Huh?

 

“Make at least 5 plans. But 7 would be better.”

 

So that means 70 pages….

 

‘Something, something seems strange.’

 

This must also be part of the organization’s development, right?

For perfect disguise, I must perform my duties as a teacher perfectly to avoid suspicion….

 

“I’ll give you two days.”

 

No matter how I look at it, it seems like being a bit less perfect would be fine….

 

“I’ll see your abilities, Gilbert.”

“…!”

 

The Boss was giving him another test.

 

‘Endless trials!’

 

Even though I’ve entered the organization, it’s natural that I must continuously prove myself!

 

“I accept, Boss.”

 

I endured even that difficult training during my Crow days.

This much is nothing.

 

“I’ll complete exactly 10 plans.”

“Understood.”

“Then, I’ll get going right away.”

 

Ziel, who had been watching that somehow resolute retreating figure, also headed in that direction.

Faculty Dormitory.

Gilbert was on the 3rd floor.

Ziel was on the 5th floor.

They were going in the same direction anyway.

 

 

At the time when Gilbert was moving his pen ceaselessly across paper on the 3rd floor.

Ziel took out the box he had brought from the Black Market Vault.

And without hesitation, he undid the first seal.

At that moment, sinister mana came flooding in.

 

“So this is it.”

 

This was something even Ziel was encountering for the first time.

Even Ziel, who had performed various missions beyond assassination, had never encountered mana this corrupted.

 

“The Necromancer King.”

 

He hadn’t been to the library yet, but he had already heard information that this was a very dangerous individual.

From what he heard, he was a Secret Arts user who raised the dead.

His power was so strong that 600 years ago, the continent nearly fell into the Necromancer King’s hands.

And this heart, which still contained powerful mana even after 600 years had passed.

But Ziel placed his finger on the heart without hesitation and measured the amount and strength of its mana.

 

‘This is more than what 60 5th Tier Mages would have.’

 

There were only 5 6th Tier Mages in the Empire.

5th Tier Mages numbered exactly 10 times that.

Power even stronger than that was sleeping within this heart.

 

‘If I could use this for the students’ classes.’

 

In the first semester, he had built the foundation of their bodies, including physical strength and reflexes.

He would continue that in the second semester too, but now it was time to focus on swordsmanship and mana usage.

In that process, there would definitely be severe individual differences.

Physical bodies could somehow narrow that gap, but mana was a bit different.

Secret breathing techniques of noble families.

Students who didn’t possess those would either learn unsuitable breathing techniques like Yurio, or not have proper time to cultivate mana.

 

‘Differences in talent don’t matter.’

 

But the students’ efforts shouldn’t be betrayed.

Ziel had been pondering how to narrow that gap, and just then, an opportunity to obtain a large amount of mana had arisen.

Emeric’s words came to mind.

 

‘Well, unless someone has learned some incredible breathing technique that doesn’t accumulate anything in the body and only expels everything….’

 

He got a hint from that.

What if he could expel this mana’s corruption without accumulating it, then purify only the mana and return it to this heart?

 

‘Then I could utilize it for the students’ classes.’

 

And Ziel thought that might actually be possible.

The Polar Night Breathing Technique.

A breathing technique so extremely demanding and complex that only Ziel had mastered it.

Ziel was probably the first person to directly learn it since Aznil created it.

The reason it was complex was simple.

Because it gathered mana on the spot each time.

Simply put, a completely different mechanism from ordinary breathing techniques!

Ordinary breathing techniques gather mana through cultivation, circulate it, adapt it to the body, and gradually increase its amount.

But the Polar Night Breathing Technique was different.

It didn’t store mana in the body.

Each time, it only gathered the necessary mana from the surroundings, used it, and scattered all the rest.

In other words—

No matter how much you examined them, they became an ordinary person whose mana was barely detectable.

After obtaining a disguised identity, no one had ever done that before.

Because it would be very rude behavior.

Usually the other party would notice too.

Therefore, Ziel hadn’t fully realized the advantages of the breathing technique he possessed…

 

‘So that’s why they tried to make the assassins learn it by any means.’

 

During his assassin days, he had unknowingly reaped its benefits thoroughly.

Not possessing mana meant the possibility of being detected by opponents was significantly reduced.

Just as Ziel used his extremely sensitive senses to detect opponents through breathing and scent, strong individuals also instinctively sense their opponent’s mana.

The reason Ziel could perfectly succeed in countless assassinations during his assassin days was precisely…

Thanks to this Polar Night Breathing Technique that completely erased his presence by not even storing mana.

 

“If it’s not stored in the lungs… I should be able to purify it by just processing the contamination.”

 

A lump of mana that Ziel, who doesn’t accumulate mana in his body anyway, has no need for.

Still, it would be worth tremendous money if sold.

 

‘I have over hundreds of silver coins, so there’s no need to sell it.’

 

He just doesn’t consider himself rich at all because he has no intention of exchanging underworld currency for real-world currency.

In the end, the most important task for Ziel.

The role of a teacher!

He came to think of using it for that purpose.

Does Siren know?

That the family item they had no choice but to make a family heirloom because they couldn’t handle it…

Is scheduled to be used as a teaching tool for students in the hands of a liberal arts instructor.

 

‘If I do it during the night, it might be finished in time.’

 

The Polar Night Breathing Technique.

That very breathing technique with many undiscovered usage methods since there were only two users!

Especially now when only one user remains.

Ziel had realized a new application method for the breathing technique.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Before starting the purification, there was one thing he needed to do.

 

‘How to handle the contamination residue left after purification.’

 

The Necromancer King’s heart.

An existence that shook the continent 600 years ago.

Though its power had diminished over the long passage of time, it was still dangerous contamination.

 

“Ah.”

 

Ziel thought of a simple method and immediately opened his locker.

Inside were dozens of medicine bottles.

He picked up the largest bottle among them.

 

‘I can make poison with this.’

 

Poison is something whose effects change depending on how it’s used.

It would probably create a deadly poison, but it might also become medicine.

Or…

 

‘A third series of praise cards would be good too.’

 

Once he experiments with its effects, it would be fine to install it in praise cards and use them for students’ self-defense.

Conversely, it could also be used for students’ healing!

 

‘I can use this for collection.’

 

He also took out a special material.

Namely, a Catalyst.

A magitech material and once an essential item for alchemists.

An object that exists as a pure crystal and can store all substances without alteration.

One of the items he had gathered when leaving Black Sky, and even a top-quality one at that!

It was perfect for storing substances contaminated with the Necromancer King’s mana.

The preparations were complete.

His right hand grasped the tube connected to the catalyst.

With his left hand, he grasped the end of the final seal on the Necromancer King’s heart.

 

Hiss!

 

Ziel released the final seal.

Then the Necromancer King’s black heart, still beating thump-thump, thump-thump, appeared.

Dead for 600 years.

Who would have thought a heart that should have stopped the moment it was extracted would still be beating.

Of course, Ziel brought his left hand to the Necromancer King’s heart without the slightest surprise or hesitation.

And immediately began accepting the mana contained in the Necromancer King’s heart.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Indeed, quite powerful force!

The degree of contamination was transmitted as is.

But according to the breathing technique, the mana that didn’t pass through the lungs was purified as is and returned to the heart-

 

‘It’s moving.’

 

Contaminated substances began slowly accumulating in the catalyst through the tube in his right hand.

The hypothesis had hit perfectly.

It was such a solid hypothesis that he executed it without doubt!

 

Gurgle…

 

The Necromancer King’s heart beats thump-thump! thump-thump!

 

Buzz!

 

Necromancer King’s contaminated substances were accumulating in the Katalyst.

And slowly, slowly.

The heart’s color was returning.

A task proceeding so smoothly!

Ziel’s lips gradually curved upward with anticipation.

 

‘I’m looking forward to the students’ growth next semester.’

 

It was the night when the strongest class material in history was being born.

And one more thing.

The essential power contained within the Necromancer King’s Heart!

That power was creating some kind of change in Ziel’s body.

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