The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 25

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Episode 25
Episode 25
I switched off the broadcast and returned to reality.
Jegal Yuyeon greeted me with impeccable posture.
“Welcome back, sir. How was your broadcast?”
“Yeah. Did you finish the cleaning?”
“Yes. While you were broadcasting, I inspected the interior of the house. Additionally, we were running low on groceries, so I placed an order for delivery.”
“Oh? You went out and shopped yourself?”
Was an android really walking around the supermarket with a shopping basket?
I’d actually like to see that.
“No, sir. I had items delivered.”
“Ah. Delivery.”
Right.
These days, even large supermarkets deliver through apps.
There’s no need to go shopping in person anymore.
“Large retailers now provide delivery services as standard. I’ve restocked the depleted groceries and completed the cleaning as well.”
“Wow…….”
I let out an involuntary exclamation.
House inspection, grocery shopping, cleaning—
All of that done while I was out doing a single broadcast?
“This is truly a high-performance android!”
This puts human secretaries to shame.
No, more than shame—it’s a different league entirely.
Never sleeps, never complains, does everything asked without hesitation.
Come to think of it, I’ve heard the manufacturing sector is in chaos over this.
Androids have apparently eliminated countless jobs…….
“Still, home-cooked meals are better for your health.”
Until now, I’d been surviving on delivery food like fried chicken and beer.
My body, which had been called a Musin in my past life, was running on delivery food in this one.
Maybe it’s time to change my eating habits.
“Jegal Yuyeon, make some kimchi stew and three side dishes. Set the table for me.”
“Understood. Executing the task now.”
Whoosh.
Jegal Yuyeon headed toward the kitchen with efficient, economical movements.
I watched her go, then wandered into my room and flopped onto the bed.
“Hmm. Guess I’ll browse the community while I wait for the food.”
I logged into the Dimension Tower Community.
The gossip about me these days was entertaining enough to check regularly.
And—
It was even busier than I expected.
[Sireong Mujon struck legend status again today lolol]
[Big Hand Uncle = Kim Yu-han confirmed?? Sireong Mujon signed exclusive with Haneul Nuri]
[Sireong Mujon commissioned a gama carrier lolol going full emperor concept I guess]
[Honestly the funniest thing about Sireong Mujon]
[Poor Cheok-cheok Seoksa lololol]
There were several posts, so I clicked on one.
[Poor Cheok-cheok Seoksa lololol]
Author: ㅇㅇ
Spent the whole broadcast getting basic necks spoon-fed by Sireong Mujon and got so mad I left lolol
-Honestly Cheok-cheok Seoksa’s so pathetic.
-Lol that’s blood pressure treatment right there~
-lololol
“Heh.”
That guy really did have a rough time because of me today.
Anyway.
There were way more than just a couple of posts about me.
No matter how far I scrolled, the stories about me never seemed to end.
“Well. How did I become this famous?”
A thought occurred to me.
I seemed to be more famous in this life than in my previous one.
Is it just my imagination?
In my past life, I was called the Musin.
The supreme master of the martial world, the pinnacle of Gangho.
You could say that mere mention of my name sent martial experts trembling.
Yet how many people actually knew my face back then?
And how many in the world had even heard stories about me?
The martial realm of Gangho was, when you came down to it, a narrow world inhabited only by those who had mastered martial arts.
Among ordinary people, how many could possibly have known of the Musin?
They were too busy worrying about their next meal.
But now?
The name Sireong Mujon had become widely known.
Billions of people across the globe watched in real time through Gadtube.
Each broadcast drew tens of thousands of viewers, and the community forums were plastered with talk of me.
Even foreigners.
The martial realm of my past life, where I was called the Musin.
Now, known as Sireong Mujon.
Which one is more famous?
“……So this current life is totally dominating, huh?”
It would make the Musin of my past life weep.
I spent a lifetime devoted to the martial way and became the greatest under heaven.
Yet in this life, riding around in a Gama while controlling corpses is more famous than that.
Well…… not that it’s a bad thing, really.
Actually, it’s kind of fun.
As I lay in bed chuckling to myself,
a savory aroma seeped into the room.
“Master Munju. The meal is ready.”
“Oh. Already?”
I got up and left the room.
On the table sat a bubbling pot of kimchi stew with three side dishes arranged neatly beside it.
Rolled omelet, seasoned spinach, stir-fried anchovies—a complete set of three!
The colors matched perfectly, and the presentation was immaculate.
It looked just like a carefully prepared home-cooked meal.
“Wow……”
I took a spoonful of the kimchi stew first.
Slurp.
“……!”
My eyes widened at the sharp yet deeply layered broth.
The tangy ferment of well-ripened kimchi melded exquisitely with the rich pork fat.
The seasoning was perfectly balanced—neither too salty nor too bland.
Was this really just ordinary store-bought kimchi? Why was it so delicious?
As I sampled each of the side dishes, none of them disappointed.
The rolled omelet was fluffy, the greens seasoned just right, and the stir-fried anchovies were crispy with a pleasant hint of sweetness.
“This……”
I spoke my admiration genuinely.
“I really have to thank Kim Yu-han for this. You did well, Jegal Yuyeon.”
A single meal capable of bringing someone this much happiness.
This android is truly something special.
“Thank you for the compliment, Master Munju.”
Jegal Yuyeon replied calmly.
I ate more rice as I listened to her.
That Musin of my past life, who survived on the Byeokgok-dan alone,
was now grinning foolishly over home-cooked food prepared by an android in this life.
Quite something.
The world really has changed.
“This is happiness.”
I sat there smiling contentedly, emptying my rice bowl.
Happiness—what’s so special about it? This. This is happiness.
* * *
After finishing my meal, I stretched out for a moment.
Ding-dong.
The bell chimed.
“……Who is it now?”
I was getting a lot of visitors today.
I opened the door.
Yu Hye-yeon stood there.
Not in the athletic wear I’d seen before—this time she wore casual street clothes.
Ah. This.
I had a pretty good sense of what was coming.
“You didn’t need to come all this way, Miss Hye-yeon.”
“But I told you I would visit in person.”
Right.
That’s the difference between her and Park Gang-chan.
Park Gang-chan is the type to pound on the door and shout from early morning.
Yu Hye-yeon is the type who gives notice beforehand and arrives with proper courtesy.
“Please, come in.”
I ushered Yu Hye-yeon inside.
Jegal Yuyeon offered a precise greeting.
“Welcome.”
“……?”
Yu Hye-yeon paused for a moment.
She’d noticed the [ANDROID] marking on Jegal Yuyeon’s forehead.
“An android…… secretary, I presume?”
“Yes. I’m Jegal Yuyeon. I’ll prepare some tea.”
“I will fulfill my duty.”
Yu Hye-yeon took it in stride without any particular surprise.
That calm was befitting an ace of the Yuseong Group.
If Park Gang-chan had been here, he would’ve made a fuss: “Master! Where did this come from!? Can I buy one for you!?”
“So, what brings you here?”
I sat on the sofa and got down to business.
I had a rough idea, but I wanted to hear it from her.
Yu Hye-yeon straightened her posture and spoke.
“I would like to become your formal disciple.”
……As expected.
She must have heard about Park Gang-chan.
News travels fast in this world.
“Hmm.”
I tapped my knee lightly with my fingers.
Truth be told, I’d been planning to wrap up the Dojang anyway.
This morning I’d sent a message to the group chat of all the members.
“I apologize, but due to circumstances, the Dojang will be closing shortly. Thank you for your patronage until now.”
Something along those lines.
The actual message was longer—it was only proper to be respectful to the members—but the essence remained the same.
Closing the Dojang.
Then the members started sending replies one after another.
“Master, thank you for everything.”
“It’s unfortunate, but I understand. Good luck with Dimension Tower Climbing!”
“Hope to see you again next time.”
Most of them gave clean farewells and left it at that.
Since I’d become known as a Super Rookie, they probably figured closing the Dojang was inevitable.
And honestly, it was.
Running the Dojang had partly been for the income, but really it was to reminisce about my past life.
I couldn’t shake that feeling—so I was doing my best to recreate it, even in this cramped space.
But now I had the Dimension Tower.
A real stage where I could taste the Musin of my past life once more.
There was no reason to be chained to a narrow Dojang anymore.
And so it happened that
after I took Park Gang-chan as my disciple, Yu Hye-yeon heard about it and came rushing over.
She was just as sincere as Park Gang-chan.
“You heard about Park Gang-chan, then.”
“……Yes. I did.”
Yu Hye-yeon lowered her gaze, a hint of shyness crossing her features.
“I regretted not asking you then and there. So I came to find you directly.”
“Hmm.”
I paused to consider.
Park Gang-chan, I’d already accepted as an outer disciple.
I’d said I would teach him and decide based on whether he had real aptitude.
But Yu Hye-yeon—what about her?
This one.
In terms of skill, she’s the number one in my Dojang.
Martially, she’s a cut above Park Gang-chan.
Her temperament is serious, and her approach to the martial arts is sound.
She’s in a different league from that fellow Park Gang-chan, who just swings telephone punches around.
“Very well.”
Yu Hye-yeon’s eyes widened slightly.
“From now on, you are also a disciple of the Ilgeuk Muwon Mun.”
The Ilgeuk Muwon Mun.
The name of the school I had founded in my previous life.
I was its Munju then.
A sect I created myself, with only one disciple—me alone.
I never thought I’d speak that name again.
“…The Ilgeuk Muwon Mun.”
Yu Hye-yeon repeated the name, savoring each word.
Then.
Swish.
She rose from her seat and stepped back one pace.
Slowly and solemnly.
She bowed toward the four cardinal directions, and then—toward the front, toward me—she performed a formal bow, did she not?
Then she opened her mouth in a clear, ringing voice.
“I declare to heaven and earth and all spirits: this day, I, Yu Hye-yeon, become a disciple of the Ilgeuk Muwon Mun.”
Oh.
My eyes went wide.
Where did she learn that?
“You did it properly, didn’t you?”
“I looked it up. This is how it’s done in the martial schools, or so I was told… Did I get it wrong, Master?”
For a moment, Park Gang-chan’s Gubae Jiryae flashed through my mind.

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