The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 36

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Episode 36
Episode 36
Do Ho-ryeon, Senior Advisor attached to the Dimension Tower Management Office.
Known as a prominent analyst of the Dimension Tower and a member of the Moshan Sect of Chinese Taoism.
And in truth, a High-Rank Player who had obtained the Taoist job within the Dimension Tower itself.
“According to the report, this individual has already completely cleared the tutorial and Floor 1.”
An officer in uniform seated beside him spoke with measured gravity.
“We’ve received intelligence that he obtained the Necron Emperor as a Creation-Tier Job reward.”
“The Necron Emperor.”
Do Ho-ryeon gazed quietly at the screen.
On the display, Yi Mu-seon sat upon the Imperial Throne Palanquin, casually gesturing to Hei Jiang and Bai Jiang.
“Yet the Jiangshi this man commands are unmistakably Taoist Methods. And ancient ones at that, long forgotten. This is no coincidence.”
Do Ho-ryeon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“If it’s not coincidence.”
“Then it could be evidence that our sect’s secret teachings have leaked to the outside. Or perhaps…….”
Do Ho-ryeon trailed off. A moment of silence fell across the conference room.
A middle-aged man in formal dress seated at one end of the round table slowly opened his mouth.
Wang Zihe, Vice Director of the Dimension Tower Management Office.
The de facto highest decision-maker in this room.
“Whatever the reason may be.”
Wang Zihe gazed steadily at Yi Mu-seon on the screen.
“This man will become an enemy of China.”
“On what grounds?”
Do Ho-ryeon regarded him with keen eyes.
“Simple. A Super Rookie from Korea. A subject of recruitment attempts by the United States. And a talent wielding Taoist secret arts.”
Wang Zihe continued slowly.
“None of this benefits us in any way. And if he possesses methods from our homeland as well.”
“You mean to nip it in the bud.”
“Precisely.”
Wang Zihe shifted his gaze to a figure seated at another section of the round table.
The man seated there radiated an atmosphere entirely different from anyone else in the room.
A lean-framed man in a deep black overcoat.
A figure from whom a faint killing intent flowed.
A classified department under the direct authority of the Dimension Tower Management Office.
The chief director of the Awakened One Disposal Specialist Unit.
“Initiate the elimination operation. Are the operatives ready for Floor 2 Hard Mode?”
“Yes.”
The man in the black overcoat bowed his head with crisp precision.
“Good.”
Wang Zihe turned his attention back to the screen.
A young man seated upon the Imperial Throne Palanquin, smiling at the viewer chat.
That carefree, peaceful face.
“Yi Mu-seon, Corpse Magic practitioner.”
A soft murmur escaped Wang Zihe’s lips.
“You will be an enemy of China, so I will cut you down before you bloom.”
The crimson light of the conference room cast deep shadows across his face.
* * *
“So, what kind of trap awaits us next?”
I sat deep in the Imperial Throne Palanquin with my legs crossed, surveying my surroundings.
The corridor stretched on endlessly.
Hei Jiang and Bai Jiang advanced silently, guarding the front and rear of the palanquin procession.
After we had traveled some distance further.
Thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum.
I felt a heavy vibration beginning above my head.
“Hmm?”
I looked up at the ceiling.
I watched as the entire massive ceiling panel began to descend slowly downward.
And it was no ordinary panel.
It was a colossal crushing trap that looked to weigh dozens of tons.
A Crushing Trap descending through the entire breadth of the Labyrinth’s corridor.
Whoooosh.
The ceiling descended at an accelerating pace.
-No!!! The ceiling’s coming down!!!
-It’s a ceiling trap!!!
-Corpse Spirit Ham this is a crushing trap!!
-We have to escape, hurry hurry!
-But we can’t dodge the palanquin procession, what do we do??
-This is seriously one of the nastier traps ㄷㄷㄷ
-Corpse Spirit Ham won’t all the jiangshi get crushed??
The chat erupted in screams once more.
Well, by ordinary hunter standards, this was genuinely a threatening trap.
Even with Blade-Proof Immortal Body, tens of tons pressing down wholesale would pulverize a corpse regardless.
But.
“Hei Jiang. Bai Jiang. Hold the log.”
I gave the command curtly.
Hei Jiang and Bai Jiang responded to my will in unison.
Whoosh!
The two jiangshi shot upward beneath the descending ceiling using the Flying Celestial Corpse Spirit Ghost Step.
Then they raised both arms.
Crack!
They caught the falling ceiling square on their shoulders.
The same posture as lifting a log over one’s head in a training yard.
“?!”
Chat froze for a moment.
“Corpse Spirit Heavenly Strength Unified Body Technique. Full power deployment.”
I channeled death magic power from the Imperial Throne Palanquin into both jiangshi.
The inner energy stored in Hei Jiang and Bai Jiang’s dantians exploded into violent activation all at once.
Inner energy circulation following the methods of the martial god from my past life.
Grrrraunch!
The ceiling stopped.
And then.
Grrrraaunch.
It actually began lifting slightly upward.
Tens of tons of crushing trap.
Hoisted upward instead by two jiangshi holding logs.
Well, I ordered it myself, but this certainly is a spectacular sight.
-?!?!?!
-Wait what???
-The ceiling trap is being pushed back??!
-What the hell is that???
-Two jiangshi are holding back a crushing trap weighing tens of tons???
-Corpse Spirit Ham you’re seriously insane???
-Is this even possible???
Chat had crossed the line into pure madness.
But from my perspective, there was one problem.
Inner energy was draining at a frantic rate.
I could feel the half-unit of inner energy stored in Hei Jiang and Bai Jiang depleting by nearly half in mere seconds.
If their inner energy ran dry like this, they’d just be crushed flat.
But.
I smiled faintly and sank deeper into the backrest of the Imperial Throne Palanquin.
That was when.
[Park Il-chim has donated 1 DP!]
Isn’t the jiangshi’s inner energy all being drained? Get out of there quick!!
“Heh. These fellows worry too much. I have an abundant resource at my disposal, you see.”
Shhhhhh.
A vast flow of death magic power surged from beneath me.
The Necron Ossuary, situated deep within Ah Dimension.
Death magic power began flowing endlessly from that immense facility, filled with ten thousand corpses.
Passing through my dantian, channeling ceaselessly into Hei Jiang and Bai Jiang’s dantians.
The rate at which it was replenished exceeded the rate at which it was being consumed.
Crack, crack, crack, crack.
The ceiling kept pushing upward.
Hei Jiang and Bai Jiang’s two arms remained locked in the log-lift position.
And then, finally.
Crash! Bang-crack!
Something inside the ceiling trap shattered.
The trap’s driving mechanism had been forcibly destroyed.
Rumble.
The ceiling went still.
The trap no longer functioned.
“Did you see that?”
I waved my hand lightly from my seat on the Imperial Throne Palanquin.
“That’s the true power of my black and white pair of corpse spirits.”
—Wooooaaah!!!
—Corpse Spirit Ham’s gone mad!!!
—They destroyed a tens-of-tons trap!?!?
—Corpse Spirit Ham is absolute madness!
—The black and white corpse spirit duo are gods! Gods!!
—Corpse Spirit Ham’s 10,000 Ossuary power is insane, for real
—The Ossuary broke again lol
“All right. Shall we move on?”
I sent fresh intent to Hei Jiang.
The palanquin procession advanced deliberately beneath the destroyed ceiling trap.
After we’d walked some distance further, it happened.
Crack!
This time the sound came from below.
The stone floor beneath Hei Jiang’s feet caved in.
“Ah. A floor trap this time.”
Hei Jiang plummeted directly below the palanquin.
A massive pit trap yawned open in the middle of the narrow passage.
The depth appeared to be about thirty feet.
The chat exploded in screams again.
And the next moment.
Clang!
A clear metallic ring echoed up from the depths.
I gazed down into the pit.
Hei Jiang.
Head-first in the fall, just as he’d dropped.
His head was buried in the spike floor.
The spike had shattered against Hei Jiang’s crown.
Hei Jiang was unharmed.
He was calmly working to right his posture while still inverted in the spike bed.
“Come on. Get up and climb out.”
I sent him a light command.
Hei Jiang slowly righted himself, then began crawling up the pit wall hand over hand.
A thirty-foot fall was nothing to a jiangshi with the Blade-Proof Immortal Body.
—?
—Wait, he’s fine???
—He fell on the spike floor and he’s fine???
—The spike broke instead;;;;
—So a ceiling collapse doesn’t matter and the floor caving doesn’t matter either??
—How is this even a Labyrinth?
—Just throw bodies at it and move on! lmaooo
—Corpse Spirit Ham’s Labyrinth strategy: corpse tossing
—Traps destroy themselves, spikes break on jiangshi heads lmaooo
—This is genuine madness
The chat fell into laughter once more.
I sat on the Imperial Throne Palanquin, watching their reactions, and let out a soft chuckle.
This is the real thrill.
This is why I broadcast.
“Right then. Shall we continue?”
I sent a light signal to Hei Jiang, urging him forward.
Hei Jiang, who had just crawled out of the pit, took his place again at the head of the palanquin procession.
And the Imperial Throne Palanquin began its heavy advance deeper into the Labyrinth.
* * *
After that, traps of every conceivable kind appeared.
In some places, sulfuric acid poured down; in others, lightning; in still others, incendiary shells rained from above.
And of all these traps, the sulfuric acid proved most effective.
There was only so much the jiangshi could resist without taking damage.
Being a corpse not yet matured enough to employ Body Protection Reinforcement, when it was drenched in acid, its condition became dire.
Fortunately, I was able to restore it using the Adhesive Flesh Item we’d recently begun producing and the Corpse Processing Skill.
Without that, things could have gone badly wrong.
And so it came to pass.
For all this talk of Floor 2 Hard Mode, it felt remarkably unremarkable.
“This is far too easy.”
Sitting in the palanquin and muttering that, I could see the viewers all beginning to have fits.
Had I become too smug?
But what could I do? When something is easy, it is easy.
True, I possessed the absurdly overpowered Necron Emperor job, which accounted for some of it—but if I’m being honest, had I not crafted this jiangshi using martial knowledge from my previous life, it would not have been so simple.
Had it been an ordinary undead, it would have been shattered by various traps long ago.
Yet somehow, I think I would have broken through regardless.
After all, I can summon undead in overwhelming numbers. I could simply steamroll through with sheer volume.
They said ten was the limit, but they never forbade resummoning.

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