The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 43

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Episode 43
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As always, I woke at four in the morning and trained with my sword.
Morning cultivation.
Si Harin mentioned that medicinal materials had run out, so I instructed her to purchase them online, then entered the Dimensional Tower.
My heart bounced with excitement at the thought of stewing Dong Gang City in a medicinal broth.
Ah, jiangshi stew—this might actually turn out decent.
But there was one problem.
The penalty was that I couldn’t bring real-world items into the Dimensional Tower, so I’d have to source the medicinal ingredients from this side instead.
How was I supposed to do that?
After a moment’s thought,
I summoned the three Undead with individual personalities under my command.
White Lamb, Asura the witch, and the Orc Necromancer.
Come to think of it, that Orc still hadn’t even told me his own name.
I hadn’t cared back then, but now it was nagging at me.
“It is an honor to see you, Master.”
Three familiars rose from my shadow in succession.
White Lamb bowed respectfully in greeting.
No matter how many times I saw it, that skeleton had impeccable manners for a sorcerer.
-How delightful to see you, Master.
The lace witch Asura greeted me with a soft smile.
A witch who’d drowned to death, or so I’d heard—her somber charm held an oddly compelling atmosphere.
“Master! Me! Came! Happy!”
And finally, the Orc Necromancer cried out, his broad nostrils flaring.
This one still had the vocabulary of a short-answer game character.
“Right, right. Good to see you all.”
I waved a hand casually from where I sat in the sovereign’s chair.
“I called you here because I have something to ask.”
All three familiars focused their attention on me simultaneously.
“Among you three, who has the most extensive knowledge of medicinal herbs and minerals used in pharmacy?”
At my question, the three exchanged brief glances.
Then,
slowly,
the lace witch Asura lifted her hand.
-That would likely be me, Master.
“Oh. Because you’re a witch, I suppose?”
-Yes. In life, I studied both herbology and alchemy together. Whether it’s poisonous plants, elixirs, or mineral compounds, I know nearly all of them.
This was incredibly fortunate.
I happened to have exactly the specialist I needed right among my subordinates.
“Good then. White Lamb and Orc, you two can return for now.”
“Very well, Master.”
“Me! Go! Next! Again!”
White Lamb and the Orc faded back into shadow.
Even the Orc’s exit line was in fragments.
I wondered if I should eventually expand that creature’s vocabulary.
“Now then, Asura. There’s something I need to explain to you.”
I began speaking to her in earnest.
“Do you know what a jiangshi is?”
-I’m afraid I don’t. What is it?
I had to give her an explanation.
About what a jiangshi was and how to create one.
How you feed special medicinal compounds to a corpse and pickle it in medicinal ingredients to strengthen the body itself.
Only then did Asura seem to grasp it somewhat.
-A special variety of Undead, then. How truly fascinating.
Asura’s eyes gleamed as she absorbed my explanation.
-To pickle a corpse in medicinal compounds and strengthen the flesh itself… it feels connected to alchemy.
“You see it that way?”
-Yes. The concept of blending materials and elevating the grade of a substance through medicinal potency is identical to alchemy itself. The only difference is the object being worked upon—a corpse.
As expected, a true professional saw things differently.

She connected everything I’d explained in one sweep to her own field of knowledge.
“Here’s the thing—to enhance Jiangshi with pharmaceuticals, I need medicinal materials. But I’m completely in the dark about the herbs and minerals in this world, the ones in the Dimensional Tower.”
—Ah. So that’s why you called for me.
“Exactly. Can you teach me about them?”
—Of course, Master. Though…….
Asura tilted her head slightly.
—There are far too many types of medicinal materials to explain one by one. Hundreds, thousands of them.
Fair point.
Herbology isn’t the sort of thing you can rattle off by heart.
In my past life, I’d tried studying medicine myself once, but I gave up the moment I saw that massive list of medicinal materials.
—So I could make you a book instead. Or alternatively……. if you master soul-type necromantic magic, that would work too.
“Soul-type magic?”
—Yes. There’s a necromantic spell that extracts, or copies, the memories from a soul.
Necromancers could do that?
Well, the mythic-grade skill I just acquired lets me fabricate my own sense of self however I like—so something like that would certainly exist.
That seems better than making a book.
“Then let’s get that skill first.”
I immediately logged into the Dimensional Tower Marketplace and tapped the search bar.
When I’d browsed it before buying Familiars, I’d seen all manner of things traded there, so a necromantic spell skill would definitely be available.
The moment I typed [Soul Memory] into the search, a cascade of related listings appeared.
The Dimensional Tower Marketplace really is a general store that stocks everything.
[Soul Memory Replication]
Replicates memories dwelling within a target soul and converts them into a Memory Crystal.
[Memory Injection]
Injects memories contained in a Memory Crystal into a target.
“Oh. They come as a bundle, do they?”
The extraction skill and injection skill were paired up side by side.
It felt like they’d been bundled together as a matched set to use together.
The prices were 3,000 DP and 2,500 DP respectively.
But that’s chump change compared to my current account balance.
“I’ll buy both.”
Whoosh!
[You have learned Soul Memory Replication.]
[You have learned Memory Injection.]
“Excellent. Now for a practical test. Asura.”
I summoned Asura again and activated Soul Memory Replication on her.
Swish.
A lustrous crystal of magical power rose gently above Asura’s head.
Within it was compressed an entire wealth of knowledge concerning herbs and minerals.
“Then I’ll take this. Memory Injection.”
I brought the crystal to my head.
Crash!
Thousands upon thousands of pieces of information about herbs and minerals flooded into my mind at once.
[Herbology and Mineralogy knowledge has been injected.]
“Wow. It’s exactly like downloading a lecture via USB.”
It felt as though an entire Pharmacopoeia had been installed directly into my brain.
Me, who’d given up on learning medicine in my past life the moment I saw the material lists—now I’d memorized it all with a single click. The world had certainly become a convenient place.
“Asura, thank you. You’ve been an enormous help.”
—I only did as you commanded, Master. I’m delighted it proved useful.
Asura replied with a soft smile.
“Good. Then go back for now. I’ll call if I need you again.”
—Yes, Master. I shall obey.
Asura melted silently back into the shadows.
“Hmm. Excellent. Now I’ll be able to gather herbs myself from the tower.”
With the Pharmacopoeia’s knowledge fully integrated, I now had an eye for identifying medicinal materials in the Dimensional Tower.
I could source the ingredients for Jiangshi cultivation myself.
“Now then, let me prepare for tower conquest.”
I summoned Heuk Gang and Baek Gang from the shadows.
Swish.
The two reliable Gangs appeared side by side, one on each of my flanks.
Now that I think about it, these creatures here.
Their combat prowess is remarkable, but they’re nothing more than simple puppets—utterly devoid of what you’d call consciousness.
So I have to control each one individually.
It’s not necessarily a problem, but… I wish they’d move autonomously.
As it happens, I have just the skill for this. Might as well take care of it now.
“Let me start with Recover Self.”
I activated Recover Self on Heuk Gang.
But then.
[The target has never possessed a self. Restoration failed.]
“Ah. Right.”
Of course—these creatures were experimental corpses fashioned and discarded by the Dimensional Tower.
Since they were hollow shells to begin with, there was no self to recover in the first place.
There was no backup data to restore.
“Then Recover Self is out. I’ll have to try the new skill instead.”
I immediately activated Mixed Self Formation, the reward I’d received from a Myth-grade completion.
And then a stream of system messages appeared that I’d never seen before.
[You may form a self.]
[Please select the tendencies of the self to be formed.]
“Oh? I can choose the tendencies too?”
This is complete character customization.
So I could sculpt a self and even set the personality to my exact specifications.
The Dimensional Tower truly is something else.
“Hmm. Then…”
I fell into thought for a moment.
If I was going to create a new self anyway, I might as well optimize it for combat.
Absolute loyalty, but stripped of any unnecessary emotions.
“Give it absolute loyalty and a martial heart, but no emotions.”
As I said it, a perfect model came to mind.
“I have just the ones in my memory. The Black and White Neutral Immortals—Protectors of the Demonic Cult. Create them based on those.”
Two Protectors who moved like shadows beneath the Demonic Cult’s leader in my past life.
Living weapons who possessed not a shred of emotion, executing only commands with absolute precision.
Weren’t they the perfect template for Heuk Gang and Baek Gang right now?
[Reviewing conditions.]
[Possible.]
[Shall I proceed?]
“Yes. Proceed.”
[Please set the knowledge level of the self to be formed.]
“Oh. You can configure this too? Interesting.”
Knowledge level is adjustable—this is truly a godly system.
Sculpting a self feels like allocating stats to an RPG character.
Then, a thought suddenly struck me.
If I made them too ignorant, it would take forever just for them to understand commands.
It would be far more convenient to give them basic common sense at least.
“Give them the martial knowledge of the Black and White Neutral Immortals, and common sense at the level of an ordinary adult man.”
[Reviewing conditions.]
[Possible.]
[Shall I proceed?]
“Yes. Proceed.”
[Skill activation.]
Flash!
The eyes of both Heuk Gang and Baek Gang blazed with a cyan light for a single instant.
And in the next moment.
Whoosh.
Both of them dropped to one knee simultaneously, their heads bowed.
“We greet the Sect Leader.”
“…!”
For a moment, even I, Yi Museon—master of the martial world—found my eyes widening in astonishment.
Just moments before, they’d been mere puppets responding to orders.
Now, with a single skill, they’d gained consciousness, and were kneeling of their own accord, showing proper respect.
“Ha…”
I found myself letting out a hollow laugh.
“In the Dimensional Tower, are humans nothing but playthings?”
I never imagined a sense of self could be forged so completely, so swiftly.

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