The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 14

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Episode 14
14
And so it began.
When Lee Moo-seon finished his broadcast and began preparing for that day’s class—he ran a martial arts dojo, after all—it was only natural that people came calling from all directions.
“Don’t push! Do you know who I am!?”
“Manager Kim. Get these people back.”
“Acting like you own the place just because you’re a megacorp!”
Among South Korea’s top-ten companies, there were names like Unglick and Yoo Sung.
Though they were all lumped together as the “top ten,” the gap between the top four companies and the remaining six was actually quite substantial.
So as a kind of joke, people sometimes singled out those four from the top ten and called them the Four Heavenly Kings.
Unglick. Yoo Sung. DS. Kyurim.
These four were the Four Heavenly Kings!
And right now, outside the entrance to the first floor of Lee Moo-seon’s dojo, representatives from all Four Heavenly Kings and countless smaller companies had gathered.
They were all here to sign a contract with an Awakener.
“I broadcast and walk out to find this circus….”
Was he really going to have to deal with all of them?
Then, unexpectedly, a thought from his past life surfaced.
“Hmm. I suppose there’s no avoiding it.”
He hadn’t wanted to do this, but the time had come to draw on the Martial Deity from his former existence.
* * *
Park Pil-gyu, the head of DS’s personnel department, could not hide his bewildered expression.
What on earth was he hearing?
“Are you saying that Awakener Lee Moo-seon will not sign unless the terms are exactly these?”
“That is correct.”
This was Lee Moo-seon’s dojo.
Only the senior representatives from each company had been invited upstairs.
All ten of the major companies were represented, as well as a number of solid mid-tier firms below them.
Thirty-two people in total.
And they all stared, mouths agape, at what was written on the portable board.
1. Commission Fee: 0%
2. Contract Fee: 10,000,000 DP
Just two lines.
A contract fee of ten million DP was acceptable.
For a Super Rookie with extraordinary abilities, that kind of signing bonus was standard.
In Korean won, at current rates, that was roughly 140 billion.
Not an amount any of them couldn’t afford.
If it was someone with genuine promise going forward.
But a zero percent commission fee? That was another matter entirely.
A company existed to make profit—surely a zero percent commission meant they were being told to expect no revenue from this Awakener whatsoever!
Of course, it wasn’t unheard of for an Awakener to contract at zero commission.
But those agreements almost always served some special purpose.
So then.
Was Lee Moo-seon truly worth waiving fees entirely? And on top of that, handing over 140 billion won as a signing bonus?
A contract fee was pure capital—irrecoverable money—which made it all the more painful.
It was unreasonable.
Even if this was an SSS-Rank commodity that had only just surfaced, this was excessive!
So they all stood with their mouths hanging open, simply staring.
“Well, those terms make a contract… quite difficult for us,” Park Pil-gyu stammered.
He spoke haltingly.
“I imagine, though, that there are companies willing to accept these conditions? Especially the United States, or those countries far away like Dubai—they shouldn’t have much trouble with them.”
The United States!
Everyone broke into a cold sweat at those words.
That bald-faced declaration of willingness to go abroad!
But.
It made sense.
When people thought of the world’s wealthiest nation, they thought of the United States; and the oil-rich Middle Eastern countries were renowned for their formidable financial power.
In fact, South Korea had seen many talented individuals drain away to foreign shores.
This was not a problem unique to Korea.
Nations like Japan struggled equally with talent loss, and that very loss intensified the dangers posed by the Dimensional Tower.
The Dimensional Tower required a minimum number of clearances proportional to the nation’s population.
If he fails to fulfill those clear counts….
something catastrophic will occur.
Such catastrophes had already happened several times over.
In North Korea, which sat in the northern part of the Korean Peninsula, and across the African Continent—in Angola, Cape Verde, Eritrea, Guinea-Bissau.
Tragedy had struck.
For that reason, all nations had begun competing fiercely to keep Awakeners within their borders.
As a result, recent policy had escalated to offering substantial tax-funded compensation packages to bind Awakeners to their countries.
The benefits each nation provided to Awakeners varied wildly.
But the leader was unmistakably the United States.
South Korea was certainly competitive, yet in truth it couldn’t match the economic superpowers.
Still, one of the reasons South Korea had recently succeeded in retaining Awakeners was precisely the Tax Exemption Benefit.
Awakeners who entered the Dimensional Tower just ten times a year would have their taxes waived entirely.
And hadn’t everyone said the same thing?
South Korea is comfortable if you have money.
Awakeners who possessed sufficient wealth became addicted to that sweet convenience and chose simply to reside in South Korea.
They’ll pay four times as much?
But… you could get shot walking down the street in that neighborhood.
That was the sentiment.
“Has there been a proposal from the United States…?”
“Not yet. But I suspect one is coming.”
At Lee Moo-seon’s words, they all broke into cold sweat.
“We’ll need to hold a meeting at headquarters first.”
“Us as well….”
“We’ll return after deliberation at our home office.”
And so all those who had come to scout him departed.
Lee Moo-seon let out a quiet chuckle.
* * *
“I thought you’d end up with a job like martial arts instructor, sir.”
“Right, I know.”
Lee Moo-seon’s martial arts venture focused on practical combat—teaching realistic fighting methods through a dojo. Yet if students who attended wished to learn martial arts, he taught them.
From his past life’s experience, Lee Moo-seon knew all manner of martial techniques, and he possessed knowledge of several that worked independently of Internal Energy.
He had selected three of them and would transmit them to any student who requested it.
Ba Gua Zhang, Tai Chi Chuan, and Diamond Fist—these three.
Tai Chi Chuan was the epitome of soft techniques; supremely gentle and excellent for defense. Diamond Fist was the epitome of hard techniques; powerful and swift, hitting the opponent with satisfying force.
Ba Gua Zhang, while classified as a soft technique, actually emphasized speed and adaptation instead.
The advantage was that all three worked remarkably well even without Internal Energy.
The sixteen-year-old girl Lee Da-eun, who was learning these martial arts, had her eyes sparkling with intensity.
Her father was an Awakener who had wanted his daughter to learn self-defense martial arts from a young age. On Park Gang-chan’s recommendation, she had been attending this dojo for a year now.
By now, she had become quite a capable practitioner of Tai Chi Chuan.
“But sir.”
Lee Da-eun spoke as she performed the forms of Tai Chi Chuan.
“You’re really going to contract with zero commission fee? This isn’t a test, is it?”
“It’s genuine. Truly. That’s the only condition, or I won’t sign any contract.”
“Then what will you do without a contract?”
“I’ll hire a manager directly myself, for one. And I’ll establish my own corporation.”
“You’d go that far?”
Among Awakeners, some established personal corporations to manage their own finances. Yet most chose to remain with agencies because it was more convenient and provided greater financial advantage.
Especially when it came to government negotiations or various other dealings, agency affiliation offered significant convenience.
But Lee Moo-seon believed that since he was an exceptional case, there was no real need to join an agency.
If things didn’t go his way, he could simply establish his own company.
A little inconvenience was a small price to pay, he figured.
“That’s the only way. Come, let’s practice Pushing Hands now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Pushing Hands is one of the most important training methods in Tai Chi Chuan.
It involved exchanging offense and defense slowly at close range, working to leverage your opponent’s force to maximize your own movements or to subdue them effectively.
Even as he practiced Pushing Hands, Lee Moo-seon’s mind wandered elsewhere.
‘Anyway… my Necromantic Magic Power is already full.’
Necromantic Magic Power.
It had filled completely. Usually it took a week to ten days for the power to recover, yet only hours had passed since clearing the first floor, and already his Necromantic Magic Power was completely restored.
‘The Necron Ossuary really is a remarkable structure, isn’t it?’
Impressive, the Necron Ossuary.
At this rate, I could probably climb the Dimensional Tower two or three times a day without any problem.
Lee Da-eun practiced Pushing Hands with a peculiar gleam in her eyes before leaving.
After that, the students kept coming.
I’d be climbing the Dimensional Tower, and soon enough, there wouldn’t be a single financial concern left.
But that didn’t mean I had any intention of closing this martial arts school.
So Lee Moo-seon taught the students as faithfully as always.
As a result, a post like this inevitably appeared on the internet.
[Regarding how the master of the martial arts school I attend turned out to be an Awakener]
Just reading the title made me a little dizzy, but Lee Moo-seon let it slide.
* * *
Whether it was because of the absurd conditions I’d set, there were no additional calls all night.
Well, today’s lessons are all finished.
Now that I have free time, should I go ahead and finish that experiment I was working on?
“Enter the Dimensional Tower.”
Whoosh!
With a burst of light.
I stood in the entrance hall of the Dimensional Tower.
“Experimental Corpse Subject One, come out here.”
Experimental Corpse Subject One crawled out from the shadows.
It shambled forward and stood before me, groaning.
Good. The experiment begins.
Pssshhh.
I poured all of my Necromantic Magic Power into it. Since I’d reached level ten, far more Necromantic Magic Power than I’d originally possessed flowed into Experimental Corpse Subject One’s body.
According to my will, the Necromantic Magic Power circulated through the Small Circulation and Large Circulation following the rules of the Corpse Spirit Heavenly Corpse One Body Technique, then gathered in the Dantian.
It transformed into genuine Internal Energy through the Corpse Spirit Heavenly Corpse One Body Technique.
One complete cycle took one hour.
And.
Astonishingly.
After one hour had passed.
My Necromantic Magic Power had refilled halfway.
“The Necron Ossuary… that’s incredible?”
By my previous life’s standards.
This was as good as Internal Energy being generated infinitely.
Normally, Internal Energy was meant to be recovered through Qi Circulation Breathing, but once you reached the Hyeongyeong Realm, you could perform Heaven-Earth Circulation, which allowed Internal Energy to recover automatically.
However.
The problem was that you needed to reach at least the Hyeongyeong Realm for Internal Energy to recover on its own.
And in my previous life, no one but me had ever reached the Hyeongyeong Realm.
Even then, it was only after decades of grueling martial arts training and either crafting or stealing Spirit Elixirs that I barely managed to reach that state….
“This is something else… so this is worth about four years of cultivation in one go?”
Experimental Corpse Subject One.
This creature now possessed four years’ worth of accumulated power from the Corpse Spirit Heavenly Corpse One Body Technique.

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