The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 26

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Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Park Gang-chan’s Gubaejilye is a counterfeit invented by wuxia novelists. It’s commonly described as “nine bows,” but the original meaning refers to nine different “forms” of bowing that appear in the Zhou Rituals — quite different from the popular fiction.
What Yoo Hye-yeon performed was the real thing.
Of course, some details differed from what I remembered, but I was astounded by how closely they aligned.
The proper etiquette for entry into the Jianghu sects traditionally required inviting the heavens, earth, gods, and spirits to four directions first, then performing the ritual bow before the master’s Divine Position or the sect’s Founder’s Statue.
I never imagined she’d manage to find and bring all of that.
“……Ah.”
An involuntary murmur escaped me.
So this was the fundamental difference between Park Gang-chan and Yoo Hye-yeon.
Yoo Hye-yeon released a sigh of relief.
“From this moment forward, you are a disciple of the Ilgeuk Muwon Moon. Do not wield the arts carelessly, nor halt carelessly either. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Yoo Hye-yeon bowed deeply.
Unlike Park Gang-chan, she seemed worthy of acceptance as a Direct Disciple right away.
Though, of course, that was something to observe over time.
And so I had taken two disciples into my fold.
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Now that I’d acquired disciples and a secretary (though she was really a housekeeper), what was left to do?
The answer was simple.
Farming.
First, I needed to secure corpses.
From my survey of the Necromancer Community, the general wisdom seemed to be: first corpses, second corpses, third corpses.
The foundation was collecting corpses, stuffing them into an Ossuary, and harvesting Necrotic Power.
And naturally, using that raw material to craft all manner of things was part of the job.
This was why Necromancers were constantly starved for resources, or so I’d learned.
The reason was simple enough.
The corpses stored in an Ossuary had to be Undead under your control, which consumed your Dominion Stack.
Which meant constant deliberation was necessary.
You had to balance carefully between how many Undead to keep in storage versus how many to field in actual combat.
Well, the Necromancer profession was indeed a brutal calling.
But here’s where I, as the absurdly broken Necron Emperor, had a massive advantage: Walking Corpses didn’t consume any of my Dominion Stack.
This meant I could pile an enormous stockpile of corpse resources into a Necron Ossuary.
In other words, even if I hadn’t used my past-life knowledge to turn Undead into Jiangshi or grant them martial techniques, the Necron Emperor would still be a criminally overpowered profession.
Truly, deserving of the title Super Rookie.
The world would take notice.
Undead Dominion: 10/29
My current Undead Dominion capacity was 29, and Dong-gang City occupied only 10 of it.
This itself was somewhat surprising—Dong-gang City ranked slightly below Ghouls, yet consumed only around 10 Dominion Stack points.
A single Ghoul consumed 30 Dominion Stack points, making Jiangshi roughly one-third as demanding.
Interesting.
Were Jiangshi superior to Ghouls?
Certainly in cost-effectiveness they seemed better overall.
And moreover—
Once I infused inner strength into Jiangshi, they could wield sword energy and fist force just as Ghouls wielded Necrotic Power in their hands.
So wasn’t that making Jiangshi strictly superior?
There was no avoiding that conclusion.
With that settled in my mind,
I prepared to head out farming.
First, I readied Undead for the expedition, then switched on the broadcast.
-It’s hereeeee! My medicine’s arrived!
-Is that the entranceway? And he’s already on the Imperial Throne lol
-Emperor cosplay? Well, his job is Necron Emperor, so it checks out.
-Lmaooooo
I mounted the Imperial Throne on the White Bone Palanquin Stand and fused them together.
Thus was the Imperial Palanquin complete.
The moment I settled onto the throne and activated the broadcast, viewers flooded in and erupted in laughter.
I watched their reactions with quiet satisfaction before speaking.
“Welcome to the Ilgeuk Muwon Moon, strangers. I am Si Ryeong Mu-jon, an enlightened warrior who watches over my accomplished disciples.”
-This is making me dizzy from the start…….
“Wait, when the heck did you start doing old gamer jokes? Grandpa! Come on!?”
“Your tone is actually pretty strange. Kind of funny though.”
Ah. So there’s someone who catches my jokes. It’s worth the effort after all.
“Hey everyone, thanks for watching. Today we’re doing some farming. I poked around the community strategy threads yesterday, and they said corpses are a crucial resource for Necromancers. So I’m heading out to harvest some bodies. Make some money while we’re at it.”
-Corpse harvesting lol
-That’s scary.
[Coffee Mint Choco has donated 1DP!]
Aren’t you going to make the female remains we found in that corpse pit into an Undead?
“I’m setting that one aside separately. Not using it as a resource. Let me be clear upfront though—I’m not going to use human remains as resources, and I’m not going to turn them into Undead either. Understand? It just feels off to me, doesn’t it? Ethically and morally speaking.”
-That’s the right call.
-Yeah, making Undead out of human corpses is kind of messed up.
-But like, how are you supposed to make a living as a Necromancer then…?”
[Suppressing Laughter has donated 1DP!]
But you already made an Undead out of a human, didn’t you?
“That was a clone the Tower provided. Sure, it looks human, but is it actually human?”
-Now that’s a philosophical question.
-Is a clone made without a brain still human?
-Right, the Tower of Dimension made it, and it has no soul or sense of self anyway.
“Okay, that’s enough of that. Let’s get straight to farming. Entering Tower of Dimension Floor 1: Small Stone Pile Village!”
When entering a new floor in the Tower of Dimension, the layout is random, but once you’ve cleared a floor before, you can re-enter the same map you’ve already played.
That’s how people farm items from familiar stages.
After all, the goal is to make money.
Since dying a hundred times in the Tower of Dimension locks you out permanently, many people aim to earn money steadily and safely.
Others, meanwhile, do reckless broadcasts prepared to die.
So I re-entered Small Stone Pile Village, the place I’d visited before—what the community calls a defense or siege map.
[You have entered Tower of Dimension Floor 1: Small Stone Pile Village.]
[Protect the Small Stone Pile Village.]
[If the Awakened dies or the village temple crumbles, Floor 1 will be considered a failure.]
[May fortune be with you.]
Looking at the familiar message I’d seen before, I nodded.
This time, my objective was corpse collection.
What did I need for that?
Overwhelming numbers.
“Come forth.”
Sitting in the Imperial Throne Palanquin, I summoned the Undead from the Pocket Dimension—Walking Corpses streaming into existence.
My shadow expanded, and Goblin Undead began pouring out in an endless line.
Rustle. Rustle.
Walking Corpses crawled ceaselessly from my shadow.
I had released all the hundreds of Goblin Undead I’d personally created and brought back from Floor 1 last time.
They moved beyond the earthen wall and took their positions around one side of the village.
“Hmm. Not enough numbers to completely surround the village.”
Small though the village was called, a village was still a village.
According to posts online, roughly three hundred people lived in this Stone Pile Village.
To fully encircle the place, I’d need at least double the Undead I currently had.
That said, this was nothing to scoff at. With my current forces, I could easily cover half the village.
“Grrraahhh.”
“Grrrrr.”
And right in the middle of them all.
[The Imperial Throne of a Small Empire] sat upon [a White Bone Palanquin Stand].
And seated in that Imperial Throne was none other than myself, composed and steady.
The Imperial Throne Palanquin was a Palanquin.
And it was being borne by eight Walking Corpse Goblins.
Why eight bearers for one palanquin? The Goblins were too small.
I’d have to swap them out for Orcs or something later on.
And standing to either side like guardians were two Walking Corpse Orcs.
Look at this spectacle.
It looked just like some tyrannical emperor making his procession.
I liked it though.
As that thought crossed my mind, just as before, other Hunters began appearing around me one by one.
“……?”
“What… what is that?”
“X-damn it, isn’t that Si Ryeong Mu-jon?”
“Crazy, he’s shown up on this map again!?”
“What is that thing? A palanquin? Why is he riding around in a palanquin?”
Gasps and cries erupted from every corner.
One hundred Hunters stared at me in unison.
Their mouths hanging open wide.
Well.
I understand.
A Super Rookie enters the Suseong War map, and there I am beside them — riding in a palanquin, dressed like an Undead emperor, commanding nearly seven hundred Undead in my wake.
It had to be shocking.
-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Look at the other players’ faces.
-No, what even is that;;;?
-They must be absolutely floored.
-Riding a palanquin to farm the first floor;;; The dignity of a boss;;;-
-If Si Ryeong Mu-jon broke through and entered floor one, that’s a carry, that’s a carry.
My stream chat was erupting too.
“Welcome to you all, good people.”
I raised one hand casually while seated upon the Imperial Throne.
“I shall handle half of them myself. You need only defend against the other side, if you would.”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
One hundred Hunters fell silent as one.
The look of people who had no idea how to respond.
Then one of them found his voice, trembling slightly.
“Th-thank you so much!”
Someone had just called me older brother.
Park Hyeon, or something like those B-list Hunters — that type.
In a dungeon like this, when someone else handles it for you, that’s pure honey.
The other Hunters seemed to snap to their senses then, edging cautiously toward the opposite side of the rampart.
They all understood.
There was no need to fight here.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
The bell rang out.
And in the distance.
A familiar sight unfolded across the plains.
A wave of green and black swirling together.
A thousand goblins screamed and charged forward.
“Kiiieeeek!”
“Kaaaaack!”
Crude ladders and spears, and swords.
The exact same sight as last time.
But this time was different.
“Beontcheon Palchindo. Formation deploy.”
I snapped my fingers while still seated upon the Imperial Throne.
The seven hundred Walking Corpse goblins lined up inside the rampart began moving in perfect unison.
All of them streamed orderly out past the rampart and unfolded into formation.
Ah, so this is the true Undead battle array!
The Beontcheon Palchindo unfolds, and the Undead legion begins to spin like a massive vortex.
[The Beontcheon Palchindo has been deployed.]

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