The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 10

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Episode 10
10
“Where am I…?”
I was standing on something—whether a stone wall or earthen rampart, I couldn’t tell.
The roulette had shown an ornate stone fortress, but I’d arrived at a half-crumbled wall surrounding a small village, the wall itself barely a meter and a half high.
At least the wall was narrow in height but respectable in width—there was that much to be grateful for.
It looked less like a defensive barrier and more like a dike you’d find in a rural area, and a poorly maintained one at that.
The village proper contained a few dozen structures—ranging from makeshift hovels to stone buildings—with a single temple-like stone structure at its center.
The area was about the size of a large sports field. Small by some measures, sizable by others.
[Dimensional Tower, Floor 1. You have entered Small Stone Heap Village.]
[Defend Small Stone Heap Village.]
[If the Awakener dies or the temple falls, Floor 1 will be failed.]
[May fortune favor you.]
A Defense Battle. The notorious kind.
-Defense stages do pop up on Floor 1, but most of them are total disasters;;;;
-Isn’t that where nobody even bothers farming?
-Anyone here a high-level who actually goes there?
-But if it’s Si Ryeong Mu Jae, it might be possible.
-XㅋㅋㅋㅋWho cares about levels anyway. This is a GROUP PROJECT!!!
The viewers were in an uproar, and one comment caught my eye.
Right.
This is a group project.
Why do college group projects fail?
Because everyone’s trying to slack off and dump the work on others.
This Defense Battle map is exactly the same.
The map itself is grueling, but I’ve never seen Awakeners actually cooperate with one another.
If they’re from the same company, raid team, or guild, maybe they’d pull together—but when random strangers pour in like this, there’s no hope.
You’re lucky if anyone cooperates at all.
Half of them are just trolls.
Before an Awakener dies a hundred times in the tower, their rank holds steady.
So when they hit maps like this, some streamer trolls will sabotage the run for donations from their audience.
It’s the trinity of chaos, destruction, and ruin all rolled into one.
“Dammit dammit dammit! Why a Defense Battle! I need to level up!”
“Hell. I’ve already died nine times on Floor 1….”
“Guys, hello! We got a Defense Battle, but I’ll give it everything I’ve got! Please send donations!”
Awakeners began appearing around the area, one by one.
Their numbers grew until they reached exactly one hundred, then stopped.
Everyone’s got their own agenda.
The mentally broken, the streamers, the despairing, the resolute.
That’s the real problem.
With maybe ten people, you could at least hash out some agreement, but a hundred? Cooperation’s impossible.
The crowd kept babbling away.
I watched them for a moment, then turned my attention elsewhere.
Between the buildings, I could see NPCs watching.
They peered at us from behind doorways, their faces pale with fear—the terror of death itself.
They were constructed illusions, destined to vanish whether this floor was cleared or collapsed.
And yet these NPCs were indistinguishable from real people.
They wept, they laughed, they suffered, they felt joy.
I’d seen it in videos more than once.
Still, it left a bitter taste.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A bell rang out across the village.
At that same moment, from somewhere across the Plains, a wave of green and black surged toward us.
-A thousand goblins!
-We need a Goblin Slayer!
-Rest in peace, Si Ryeong Mu Jae. Death Beam.
There’s some viewer in the chat literally spamming “death beam” like I’m already done for.
Tch. As if that would actually kill me. My remaining Necromantic Power is about half. I haven’t recovered what I burned in the lobby yet.
Hmm.
Should I give it another shot then?
1. I win. 10 DP
2. I lose. 10 DP
-Insane;;;​
-This guy’s hooked now;;;​
-Wait, you can actually beat this?
“Alright, you all know the deal? Just like last time, I’m putting everything I’ve got on ‘I win.'”
I wagered all of my accumulated DP on victory.
So then… what are the other viewers going to do?
1. I win. 21%
2. I lose. 79%
Oh. This time there are actually more people betting on me to win, huh?
“Looks like I’ve built up a little trust, at least?”
-We believe in you, sir!
-This is my whole allowance for the month. You’ve gotta win!
-The man who killed that troll!
-Troll or not, how’d you even survive a goblin wave?
-There must be over a thousand of those things.
-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ claiming he can win this ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
“Come on now, everyone. Let’s not fight. Then I’ll just have to show you, won’t I?”
You who lack faith, come to me.
I shall grant you belief.
* * *
The goblins advance.
Crudely fashioned ladders. And equally crude spears and shields. And those carrying swords come rushing forward.
They carried weapons, but not full armor along with them.
If they came out of the first floor equipped to that degree, it would be impossible to break through at all.
-Looks like Hyung Gang’s done for here.
-If he dies spectacularly, I’ll give him 10 DP!
[Honghonghong has donated 1 DP!]
Die in style! I’m betting 1,000 DP!
[Honghonghong has issued a 1,000 DP mission!]
“Honghonghong, thank you! Understood! Here goes nothing—I, Hyung Gang, shall die spectacularly!”
An Awakener bearing the Barbarian Warrior class: Park Hyun.
He was a streamer who went by the nickname Hyung Gang.
Among the Awakeners, there are those who make their living primarily through broadcasting, and Hyung Gang was one of them.
They typically operate on floors one and two.
Their goal is to exit with a modest fortune before they’ve spent all one hundred of their lives.
Park Hyun was one such person.
He drew out his Two-Handed Axes.
Then he positioned himself where the rushing goblins would be most visible.
“You goblin bastards! I’m right here!”
Clang! Clang!
The skill Barbarian Warrior’s Roar activated!
The eyes of the charging goblins snapped toward Hyung Gang.
Aggro locked!
“Kyeeeek!”
“Kyek! Kyek!”
The goblins carrying ladders came first, planted them against the earthen wall, and began scurrying up with terrifying speed.
“Come on!”
Hyung Gang’s axes came down in a vicious arc. The skull of the goblin climbing the ladder split clean in two, and the next one caught a heel square in the chest.
Hyung Gang fought far better than expected.
In moments, ten goblins lay dead, their corpses strewn about or tumbling beyond the earthen rampart.
And yet.
“Lightning!”
“Blood Chain!”
Other Awakeners began unleashing skills in rapid succession. Goblins fell dead from every direction.
But then.
Crack!
“Aaaaah!”
Even in death, they respawn—but the agony and sensation are identical to reality.
Hyung Gang cried out as something gnawed at his ankle.
Looking down, he saw a goblin clamped onto his foot, tearing away at it. Blood poured freely, and the creature showed no sign of letting go.
“You bastard!”
Crack!
He brought his axe down and killed it, but rigor mortis kept its jaws locked around his ankle.
Then it happened.
“Screeeech!”
Goblins swarmed in from all sides.
“Die, you scum! Axe Tornado!”
The Barbarian Warrior’s Axe Tornado!
His body spun in place at a speed the eye could barely track.
For about five seconds he rotated, his axes pulverizing everything around him.
The dead goblin’s head that had been clamped to his ankle flew off.
“Huff! Huff!”
-Nice! That’s Hyung Gang for you.
-Fighting well despite all that pain.
[Han Cheol Jangsa has donated 10 DP!]
Excellent work!
His ankle throbbed as if a blade were twisting through it, scorched by fire. With wounds scattered across his body, his head pounded.
Resurrection was possible, but the pain was all too real.
Yet Hyung Gang laughed.
Even through the agony.
He laughed.
“Thank you so much!”
What a mad world this was.
Tortured and still laughing his way to money—what else could he do?
But Hyung Gang hefted his axe nonetheless.
His body felt impossibly heavy. If he died now, how many deaths did he have left? He’d already died forty times, hadn’t he?
Could he earn enough to live the rest of his life before that ran out?
Damn it. If only I’d landed a strong class…
The moment that thought crossed his mind.
He saw goblins crawling up the dirt wall again.
“Gentlemen! I’ll give you a glorious death!”
Laugh!
After all, it’s not real death! God, it hurts though. But earning money this way—where else would I get a chance like this?
High school diploma, nothing but a mediocre university degree—if I’m going to survive, I have to do this, don’t I?
With that resolve, he was about to charge forward when.
“The young one works hard. Let me lend you a hand.”
It was then.
A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out.
What kind of dog shit is this?
The thought flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly!
The goblin corpses he’d killed began to rise.
“Grrrrraaaahhh!”
“Graaaaahhh!”
And then the corpses launched themselves at the living goblins.
“What the…”
Hyung Gang’s head snapped around, his mind reeling.
He needed to find the source of that voice.
And in that moment, he completely forgot he was on the first floor of the Dimensional Tower, his mouth hanging open.
“What is that? What maniac is riding in a palanquin?”
That was it.
Some lunatic was visible, perched on a palanquin.
-What the hell is this crazy bastard?
The viewers felt the same shock Hyung Gang did.
A madman had appeared.
* * *
What does a Necromancer do?
It’s a job that commands the undead as subordinates.
In truth, it wasn’t so much that I fought directly, but rather that I had to manipulate undead to do the fighting—a somewhat troublesome occupation, to say the least.
Of course, when I manipulate them, the corpses can use martial techniques as well, but….
Either way, all I do is stay behind and occasionally fire off Death Force Arrows, or breathe Necromantic Power into them to serve in place of inner strength.
Besides.
Hadn’t my class changed to Necron Emperor?
Then I ought to conduct myself like an emperor.
Though the sub-dimension I possess is only township-level, so I suppose you could call me a township-level emperor….
An emperor is an emperor, isn’t it?
So I prepared.
A palanquin.
A palanquin!
In my previous life in the Jianghu, this was called a Two-Person Palanquin.
Two people carrying a palanquin—hence the name.
I found a ramshackle cart rolling around beneath the earthen walls, had the undead smash it to pieces, and fashioned it into a palanquin.
Crude though it was.
It looked good enough to ride in.
Of course, there was a reason I did this.
First. It was fun.
Second. I am an emperor.
Third. To secure a better vantage point.
If I’m going to command anyway, maintaining good visibility is essential.
—This is dizzying….
—Si Ryeong Mu Jae, the pace is moving too quickly for us.
—Did you ride in the palanquin because you’re the Necron Emperor?
The viewers grew dizzy, but I ignored them.

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