The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34
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By this point, I was beginning to understand.
What kind of profession the Necromancer truly was.
“It’s similar to the Sorcerers of the Burok School, isn’t it? Very similar to the Talisman Crafters, even.”
This felt just like those Talisman Crafters I’d seen so often in my past life.
In my previous existence, there were quite a few who practiced Sorcery.
Someone like Si Harin, the Necromantic Mana Sovereign, was a hybrid sort—cultivating Martial Arts and Sorcery both, even crafting corpse puppets—so it wasn’t quite the same.
In my past life, we used to single out the ten strongest masters of the Kangho and call them the Top Ten Masters of Kangho.
It was a common enough name, the sort you’d see in any martial arts novel, nothing surprising about it.
But what was peculiar in my previous era was that among those ten, three of them practiced Sorcery.
First was Si Harin, the Necromantic Mana Sovereign—renowned as a hybrid.
Though he worked with corpse puppets, his conduct was so gentlemanly they called him the Necromantic Mana Sovereign.
We were close, as it happened.
Next was Gal Seohyeon, known as the Sorcery Master.
He was a true Daoist priest and sect leader of the Moshan Faction, a branch of the Burok School.
The Burok School, you see, is one of the four great sects of Daoism.
The Burok, the Yeondan, the Yeongi, and the Changsaeng—divided thus.
The Yeondan people are alchemists; the Yeongi sect focuses on Internal Energy cultivation; the Changsaeng adepts practice Dual Cultivation Technique or Dietary Cultivation.
The Burok? They’re the ones obsessed with Sorcery and Talisman Craft.
All four of these sects share a common goal: achieving Immortality through their own respective methods.
And here lies one crucial point.
All Martial Arts within the Kangho trace their roots back to the Yeongi sect.
Cultivating Internal Energy and forging the Golden Pill in the dantian—the primordial source for becoming an Immortal Being—that is the ultimate aim of the Yeongi sect, and it remains the same for all aspirants in Kangho.
In my past life, when I strived to become an Immortal Martial Artist, that was indeed my goal.
And I nearly succeeded.
In any case.
The Burok School and the Necromancer shared a great deal in common, or so I judged.
What was similar, you ask?
Resource management.
The resemblance was absolutely striking.
“You still have a habit of speaking your thoughts aloud without warning,” Jeegal Yuyeon observed.
“Ah. Sorry.”
“That’s the first apology I’ve ever received from you.”
Jeegal Yuyeon regarded me with an odd look.
“I’ve been reborn once already. Suppose that softens a person.”
“So when you heard about crafting items from corpses as resources, you thought of the Talisman Crafters?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s a sound observation, actually.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Yes. The concept is identical—accumulating artifacts and deploying them as needed.”
Jeegal Yuyeon grasped my meaning at once.
This was why dealing with intelligent people was easy.
The Necromancer.
Put bluntly: scrape together corpses, craft items from them, generate Necromantic Mana, and use them in battle.
Take the defense of the fortress, for instance.
I employed Formation Technique and managed to destroy the enemy without heavy losses to my Undead forces, but a typical Necromancer would have lost considerable numbers.
So it’s this: pour in vast resources, and as those resources get consumed, the enemy falls.
This is the critical point.
You profit only if the resources you gain exceed those you spend.
If your expenditure outweighs your gain, you’re running at a loss.
That’s when things get rough.
No wonder I kept seeing Necromancers complaining on the forums about grueling resource management.
I myself enjoy considerable freedom in that regard thanks to the Necron Emperor—an absurdly overpowered job—since normal Necromancers must spend a skill for each pathetic shambling corpse they create.
And that consumes Necromantic Mana, a finite resource.
Whereas my corpses automatically become Undead simply by existing in my presence.
Already there’s a gulf in resource consumption.
And then there’s the matter of control.
God. Thinking about it this way, I’m amazed other Necromancers don’t lose their minds.
Fighting every time, tallying it up: “Lost five Undead today, gained three corpses. That’s a deficit.”
You’re saying we fight like this?
Insane.
The world’s relentless, isn’t it?
I suspect things wouldn’t have gone this smoothly if I hadn’t been able to apply the martial knowledge from my past life to Undead techniques.
No, wait. If I think about it, without memories of my past life, I wouldn’t have even conceived of this approach in the first place.
What, then, am I?
The moment these thoughts took hold, my mood settled into a profound quiet, and I felt my consciousness expanding.
Huuuuummmmm.
My mind was opening up.
My awareness widened by degrees.
Necromantic mana surged within me, churning violently through my body—
[An unauthorized method incompatible with your class has been attempted.]
[Power cannot be accumulated through this method.]
Everything stopped at once.
“Tch…”
They’ve blocked Enlightenment too?
The Dimensional Tower. This, this. It’s infuriatingly strict.
[A rank advancement through Enlightenment incompatible with your class has been detected.]
[Replaced with a reward appropriate to your class.]
Hm? Last time it gave me nothing. Now it’s offering something?
[You have obtained a Legendary Random Box.]
“Oh…”
A gleaming box materialized before my eyes. Jeegal Yuyeon’s expression turned curious.
“I observed you achieving Enlightenment… Has the Dimensional Tower intervened and provided compensation in exchange?”
“Apparently so.”
“This place called the Dimensional Tower is certainly intriguing. It would be worth studying.”
Jeegal Yuyeon seemed genuinely delighted.
This man hasn’t changed a bit, then or now.
“Let’s open it.”
A Random Box.
Occasionally you can get them as rewards. They come in different grades, and you can’t know what’s inside beforehand.
But at least “Legendary” is heartening.
The Imperial Throne I’ve been using lately was Legendary grade, after all.
My level’s only twenty, so this feels wildly generous.
Crack!
[You have obtained a Dimensional Shop Opening Permit.]
[Dimensional Shop Opening Permit]
Grade: Legendary
A certificate granting authority to open a Dimensional Shop.
When used, you may establish a shop in the Dimensional Tower Marketplace.
An unexpected item dropped from the box?
“Timely. This is most welcome.”
“This?”
“Yes. For selling the implements crafted in this Acha Dimension, this would be ideal. The Marketplace requires you to conduct each transaction personally, but with this permit, you could automate sales directly from within the Acha Dimension itself.”
“Oh. That’s definitely convenient.”
In other words, a shop simply manifests under my name? I won’t need to manually upload inventory or manage sales myself.
Oh, this is genuinely excellent.
“Mass-produce Adhesive Flesh and Vengeful Soul Orbs, then start selling them.”
“Understood.”
Jeegal Yuyeon answered without hesitation.
Then, suddenly, a thought occurred to me.
“By the way, how are you getting on in this Acha Dimension? You’re not bored or anything?”
At my question, Jeegal Yuyeon regarded me with that mysterious glint in his eyes again.
I can never quite tell what this man is thinking, whether past or present.
Perhaps it’s the Jeegal family nature.
“You’re only asking now?”
“Well, I suppose I could have.”
“In truth, there are things I need. Necessities for fulfilling my role as your strategist.”
“What things?”
“Permission to use DP, and access to a place called the Dimensional Tower Community.”
The DP belongs to me.
But I heard that my dependents can use it too.
That seems to be what he’s asking for.
“Fine. Go ahead.”
I gave my permission readily enough.
He’d be managing the Acha Dimension in my place, and he’d be running the shop from now on—I didn’t see why he couldn’t do that.
At my words, something flickered across his expression again.
I still couldn’t figure out why his eyes were always like that.
“In that case, I’m heading into the Dimensional Tower, so do your best.”
With that, I made my way to the second floor of the Dimensional Tower.
Oh, I should turn on the broadcast first.
I activated the broadcast.
Ding!
I could see the viewers who’d been waiting flood in all at once.
How many would pour in today, I wondered.
—My medicine’s here!
—Sireung Ham is back!
—Brother, yesterday’s Perfect Clear on the first floor was seriously insane, for real.
—Dude, look at the viewer count—we hit 300k right out of the gate lol
—Sireung Ham, you’re never leaving our hands now, right? You’re staying in Korea, right?
—National hero Sireung Mu-jon has arrived—everyone, give it up!
—Blessed Sireung Mu-jon appears. Dopamine rush commencing.
—Rewatched that farming session yesterday and the undead technique lol was seriously cool.
The chat exploded from the start.
Today’s energy was bordering on pure frenzy.
Yesterday’s Perfect Clear of the first floor had clearly become quite the topic of conversation.
“Yeah, yeah. Good to see you all.”
I raised my hand in a casual greeting.
“Let’s kick things off with a live run like always.”
—Agh, live run secured!
—Gwang-mu… I mean, Sireung Mu-jon!
—Sireung Ham, count on us today too!
—Came here to recharge my patriotic pride, brother.
“So where are we heading today?”
I grinned and opened my mouth.
“Second floor today.”
—Second floor?
—More farming?
—Sireung Ham, you’re not going back to farm the first floor? That efficiency yesterday was insane?
—Another Seat Stealing run on the second floor?
—Does Seat Stealing count as farming?
Questions flooded the chat.
“Farming’s good and all, but if I only farmed, it’d get boring, right?”
I shrugged lightly.
“So today I’m going to try for a Perfect Clear on the second floor too.”
—?!?!?!
—Perfect Clear on the second floor?? Again??
—No, brother, you’re crazy… well, I knew you were crazy, but this is—
—I’ve never actually seen a Perfect Clear on the second floor.
—Wait, what are the conditions for a Perfect Clear on the second floor anyway?
—Has a Perfect Clear on the second floor even been possible on record??
The viewers all seemed to be melting down at once.
Yeah, I understood.
According to the records, there were no Perfect Clear records except on floors 21, 28, and 34.
It was only natural that the very possibility of a Perfect Clear on the second floor would become a hot topic.
“That’s actually what’s a bit tricky. See, the second floor I entered before was a Seat Stealing game, right?”
I explained casually, flicking my fingers.
“But I couldn’t figure out what the Perfect Clear conditions were for that Seat Stealing map.”

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