The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 44

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Chapter 44
Episode 44
Well, at least the results satisfied me.
“Good. From now on, you two will crush my enemies under my command.”
At my words, both Jiangshi bowed their heads deeper in unison.
“We shall devote ourselves entirely to your service.”
Hm. No emotion in their voices, but their loyalty is absolute.
It reminds me of those days with Heuk Gang and Baek Gang.
“Good. Rest for now.”
“Yes.”
Heuk Gang and Baek Gang returned to Another Dimension.
Two Jiangshi with their own sense of self—my fighting force just became considerably more reliable.
“Now then, let me check my Undead Control Power.”
Undead Control Power: 20/151
“The total capacity increased?”
My level had risen to 24, which expanded my total Undead Control Power to 151.
With two Jiangshi currently under my command, they consumed 20 of that total.
Since each Jiangshi required 10 Undead Control Power, the math checked out perfectly.
“Hmm. That means I could raise up to fifteen Jiangshi?”
Fifteen reliable Jiangshi like Heuk Gang and Baek Gang at my disposal—the very thought was intoxicating.
“Then I should make more.”
If two felt this solid, how much more formidable would fifteen be?
The more the better, as they say—strong subordinates are never a burden.
“Then first, I need materials.”
I retrieved one of the corpses I’d set aside earlier from the Another Dimension storage.
It was the female corpse with severed limbs.
The one I’d kept without using as a resource or undead, giving it proper respect.
“Still, if I raise it as a Jiangshi and give it proper purpose, that’s the greater honor.”
I used the Corpse Processing skill to restore the torn limbs cleanly.
Whissssh.
The severed parts knitted together, and the corpse regained its complete form.
It was arranged so neatly that one could almost imagine what she’d looked like in life.
“Good. I have one secured.”
Now I needed more Jiangshi materials.
“Has anything new arrived in the pit?”
I checked the Multidimensional Corpse Pit.
Occasionally corpses from other dimensions drifted into this pit, and with luck, human corpses could be salvaged.
But.
“……It’s empty.”
Unfortunately, no usable human corpses had arrived. Other races’ bodies were there in decent numbers, but nothing I wanted.
The intake has been sparse lately.
“Should I buy some from the marketplace?”
Well, DP is abundant, so purchasing wouldn’t be difficult.
But there was one thing I wanted to try first.
“Now then, let me attempt this first.”
I gazed down at the female corpse I’d secured, lost in thought.
“Raise Corpse.”
The skill activated. The female corpse convulsed with a low groan.
Normally, given my job’s nature, it should have become undead immediately—but it seems that’s not automatic in this realm.
Makes sense; this isn’t a battlefield.
A walking corpse.
The lowest grade of undead.
I used my second skill on the transformed corpse.
“Restore Self.”
Snap!
Simultaneously, the female body trembled, then went rigid.
Did it truly recover its sense of self?
This corpse has no soul—only the remnants of one remain.
Yet with a single use of this skill, it found awareness.
My previous life’s knowledge must have been correct after all.
According to my previous life’s knowledge, a person is composed of hun and po.
Together, they form the hun-po.
And when a person dies, the hun departs for the underworld while the po remains on earth, scattering and fading away.
That is.
Restore Self might be understood as scraping together the scattered po that has fragmented and dispersed.
Or maybe not.
But it probably is correct, I think.
“Are you the necromancer who revived me?”
Her speech was remarkably formal.
Despite being the lowest-grade undead—a walking corpse—she regarded me with considerable dignity.
“What if I am?”
She opened her mouth slowly.
“I have one request of you.”
“A request?”
A corpse that’s barely been revived is already making requests?
This is another new template entirely.
All the creatures I’ve raised until now were in “Master, at your service” mode, but this one has a different quality to her.
“Grant me my freedom.”
“……freedom?”
I found my eyebrows rising slightly of their own accord.
This is starting on a scale I didn’t expect.
Normally when revived, shouldn’t they ask “Where am I?” or “Who am I?” first? Isn’t that the standard protocol?
Yet this woman declares her freedom right out of the gate.
“Tell me—do you at least know where you are?”
“The Dimensional Tower.”
She answered in a clear voice.
“I understand that much at least—that this is a place created by some immense will. And that I have been forcibly bound to it. I even surmise that the clarity of reason I now possess is itself the power of the Dimensional Tower at work.”
“Interesting.”
For a corpse that just woke up, she’s grasping the situation awfully fast.
“If you understand that much,”
I folded my arms lightly and spoke.
“Then you must already know that even if I grant you freedom, nothing actually changes, right?”
She regarded me without the slightest tremor at my words, her gaze steady.
Then she opened her mouth again, speaking with composure.
“That is my problem to bear.”
“……what?”
“If I resolve it myself and survive by my own strength, that is sufficient. It is not your burden to shoulder.”
……huh.
A laugh escaped me before I could help it.
Her mental state is far from ordinary.
Freshly risen from her corpse, and already she’s saying “I’ll manage my own survival.”
In modern terms, that’s self-directed living incarnate.
I rather like this audacity.
“An interesting one, aren’t you.”
I gazed at her with a faint smile.
“Then let me ask this much. How much do you know about the Dimensional Tower?”
“Very little.”
She answered honestly.
“I know only that it is a place overseen by some immense and powerful divine entity.”
“I see.”
I fell silent in thought for a moment.
This creature is bursting with confidence, yet she’s sorely lacking in information about the Dimensional Tower.
In that case, it makes sense to teach her the harsh reality first.
“Let me tell you this much at least.”
I spoke slowly and carefully.
“You are currently the lowest-grade undead. A walking corpse, as they say.”
She listened quietly to my words, her attention undivided.
“In this state, unless you’re supplied with necromantic power or consuming the living, your body cannot be sustained. You’ll simply collapse and return to soil.”
In other words, her very survival right now is bound to my necromantic power.
This was the fundamental limitation of a walking corpse.
“Besides, if I grant you freedom inside the Dimensional Tower, do you know what happens next?”
“What would happen?”
“I have no idea.”
“……?”
She tilted her head slightly, a bemused expression crossing her face.
Well, it made sense she’d be taken aback—I’d admitted my ignorance without a shred of hesitation.
“I really don’t know. To be honest, I haven’t fully grasped how this Dimensional Tower system works either.”
I’d thought about what happens to things inside a floor once it’s cleared.
The world resets whenever you enter it again.
Stone Heap Village was like that.
My best guess was that everything gets broken down and reconstructed from scratch.
Like a game stage resetting.
Once a stage ends, all the monsters inside—NPCs too—get wiped clean and reinitialized.
If this creature in front of me got caught up in that reset, what would happen? She might decompose and vanish the moment she gained her freedom.
I explained all this to her.
She struggled to grasp the concept of “one floor.”
That was because the Dimensional Tower didn’t load all its knowledge directly into her mind.
After explaining most of it, I opened my mouth again.
“So here’s what I’m thinking.”
I looked at her squarely and laid out my proposal.
“Why don’t you stay under my command for about a month first?”
“A month…….”
“Right. In that time, we figure out how the Dimensional Tower actually operates. And if you still want your freedom after that, I’ll release you as you wish. I promise.”
It was a fairly reasonable offer, if I did say so myself.
Not binding her indefinitely, not releasing her carelessly.
Just a gentlemanly arrangement to assess the situation and decide together.
From my perspective, I’d only lose one corpse resource—that’s the downside.
But.
If she chose to stay under my command, I’d have acquired quite a capable asset.
She gazed at me quietly for a long moment.
There was no wariness in that look, no hostility.
Just a calm, deliberate appraisal—the way one measures a person’s worth.
Then.
Slowly.
She lowered her head respectfully.
“I am Bihalat, a knight of Elbiant.”
Elbiant?
A place name I’d never heard before.
It must be a world somewhere within the Dimensional Tower.
“I shall entrust myself to you for the time being.”
“Good.”
I nodded with satisfaction.
A knight, no less.
Combined with that quiet dignity and sharp sense of self—
she was clearly no ordinary person in life.
Was I looking at a genuine stroke of fortune here?
“I look forward to working with you, Bihalat.”
A corpse knight who’d cried out for freedom.
And now she’d entered my service as a one-month contractor.
* * *
“All right. Time to go live.”
I settled into the Golden Throne and activated the broadcast.
Ding!
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From the start, I could see the chat exploding with activity.
As always, my viewers were nothing short of feral.
This was exactly why I streamed.
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“Thanks for the donations, everyone.”
I waved casually in greeting.
The donations were flowing in steadily from the start—the energy was good today.

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