The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 46

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Episode 46
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Wait, hold on—what did you just say???
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Did you use that Mythic Grade Self-Formation skill from yesterday? You gave the corpse consciousness???
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Um, can you explain what you’re even saying???
“Ah. Looks like everyone’s curious.”
I chuckled as I glanced at the chat.
“Used the Self-Formation skill I got yesterday. That’s it, right? No big deal.”
I said it was no big deal, but.
The fact that I’d implanted the consciousness of the Demonic Sect’s enforcer into a corpse using a Mythic Grade skill was anything but trivial.
Well, for the sake of managing the viewers’ mental state, I glossed over it lightly enough.
“Right then. Heuk Baek Musan.”
I issued a command to the two halves.
“Catch some wild beasts and bring them back. We need to gather corpse materials.”
“As you command.”
“As you command.”
Heuk Baek Musan lowered their heads in unison, and then—
Whoosh!
They unfurled the Flying Spirit Ghost Step and shot off in all directions across Rocky Mountain. The mountainside shimmered and blurred for an instant as they glided like phantoms.
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Wow, did you see that movement?? The corpse is talking and using light-steps and… it’s so cool!!!!
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Heuk Baek Musan sortie!! This is like a real wuxia movie lol
“Hm. Everyone’s enjoying this.”
I gazed at the chat window contentedly.
A talking corpse, and light-steps on top of that.
At this rate, today’s stream is guaranteed to soar.
In my contentment, I noticed Bihalart glancing at me.
I couldn’t guess what was on her mind.
She’d refused my martial arts training and only asked for Necromantic Power.
Did she have her own method of cultivation?
I didn’t know if it would work on an Undead body, but I’d given her what she wanted.
In any case, Necromantic Power was flowing into her as well.
I’d find out the results soon enough.
“Oh right, you all—this is going to take a while, so you don’t have to stick around for the live stream?”
In reality,
clearing out that fortress would take at least a full day, maybe longer.
As I was thinking this,
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The black half and the white half glided back like ghosts.
The black half had a massive stag slung across its shoulders, while the white half carried a hefty wild boar.
They’d handled the hunt cleanly.
These were truly exemplary subordinates.
Excellent work. Outstanding performance.
“Set them down in front of here.”
The two corpses carefully laid the stag and boar beside my Imperial Throne.
Two limp carcasses of wild beasts.
Now it was time to run an experiment.
“Corpse Lord’s Majesty.”
I activated the skill.
Shudder.
The dead stag and boar began to tremble, then shakily rose to their feet.
A sinister aura settled into their limp limbs as they stirred back into motion.
Walking corpses—two new Undead had come into being.
“Just as I thought—it works.”
I was certain that the Undead I could Summon in this stage was limited to ten.
But what I’d just done wasn’t Summoning—I’d created new Undead from within this stage itself.
I’d expected the experiment to work in theory, but actually seeing it succeed was another matter.
“Everyone saw that, right? The Summoning limit is ten corpses. But ones created directly on-site don’t count against that cap.”
I’d found the exact loophole in the system.
The Summoning restriction only applied to calling creatures from the Dimensional Tower—nowhere else.
Procuring corpses locally and converting them into Undead fell entirely outside the limit.
This is… far too loose. Embarrassingly loose.
Had the designers on the third floor of the Dimensional Tower never imagined that a Necron tomb could be packed solid with corpses?
“If that’s the case… this seems too easy?”
They’d clearly intended the ten-corpse cap to be a serious constraint.
But if I could keep sourcing fresh bodies on-site, I could raise as many Undead as I wanted.
-Wait, he found another exploit????
-The Necromancer found another system loophole ahhhhh!
-Here it comes! Victory proclamation incoming! So easy, he says!
-The Dimensional Tower’s designer must be crying again lol
I could see the viewers losing their minds in the chat.
Fair enough, I understood.
Everyone had groaned at the ten-corpse limit, thinking “this one’s going to be brutal”—and I’d circumvented it entirely within five minutes.
“Alright. While you’re all excited, let me show you one more thing.”
I smirked and activated the next skill.
“Spirit Wraith Armor.”
This was the Mythic Grade reward I’d received earlier.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Pale, spectral wisps began streaming out from the bodies of the dead boar and deer.
The lingering spirits of the beasts I’d just transformed into Undead!
Two threads of dark, ghostly essence began circling slowly around me.
They drifted gently around the Imperial Throne like loyal guards.
“Mm. Excellent, excellent.”
I nodded in satisfaction.
The Spirit Wraith Armor was starting to take proper form.
With enough corpse resources, I’d be able to summon as many Spirit Wraiths as I needed.
“Then I’ll wait for nightfall… and launch a proper assault on that fortress.”
I sank deeper into the Imperial Throne, fixing my gaze on the distant monster stronghold.
Once darkness fell, visibility would drop and the monsters’ guard would slacken.
For a master of the Undead like myself, night was the ultimate home field.
I wondered who was being held hostage in there.
And how I’d orchestrate the solution to this troublesome rescue stage.
The same thrill I’d felt in my past life was beginning to surge through me, and it felt good.
That’s when it happened.
-Surely you’re not planning a frontal assault?
Jegal Yuyeon’s voice reached me.
He was watching from the Dimensional Tower.
-Why would I?
-I’m surprised. I thought someone like Gwang Mujon would do exactly that….
-Of course I’m Gwang Mujon. But I’m also Lee Moo-seon now. People are always changing, aren’t they? Or are you saying otherwise, Jegal Yuyeon?
Jegal Yuyeon fell silent for a moment in response to the telepathy I’d sent through my spirit.
-So what’s your plan, then?
-I’ll kill them all. Simple as that. Ah—you were asking about the method, weren’t you? Watch carefully. Your master, Gwang Mujon, isn’t the brute he used to be.
-I’m looking forward to it.
After finishing my conversation with Jegal Yuyeon, I waited for the sun to set.
I traded jokes with the viewers and passed the hours that way—a few hours melted away before I knew it.
The fortress was bright with what appeared to be magical illumination scattered throughout.
But that didn’t make it devoid of shadow.
I began my move.
So. How long will you manage to hold out?
Show me the power of the hard-difficulty third floor.
Don’t disappoint me.
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Fortress Broctan.
This enormous stone fortress, now occupied by a monster army, had once been a masterwork carved by ancient dwarves.
Formidable granite walls, intricate mechanical devices—an impregnable stronghold.
Yet the great legacy was not held by dwarves, but by a horde of grotesque monsters.
And Arctum, an orc warrior and mid-level officer of that army, was
chewing on a tough chunk of meat, treading across the fortress walls.
“Ugh. Tough. Ugh.”
Arctum gnawed at the meat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
But in truth, he himself
did not know what meat he was eating.
He had no idea where this meat had come from.
He didn’t even know why he was in this fortress.
How long he’d been here.
For what reason he was here.
Whenever he tried to grasp at his memories, his mind would cloud over like fog.
Only one command lodged in his skull remained sharp and clear.
The “special hostage” inside the fortress must never escape.
And he was to patrol the fortress several times a day.
Why it had to be so, he could not say.
Only the thought that he must do it filled his mind completely.
As though some invisible hand were stirring through the inside of his skull.
As though he were a puppet, brainwashed and controlled by something.
“Ugh. Where’d the others go!”
Arctum swung his fist at the goblin sentry’s head beside him, bellowing.
“The rest of you! Where are you, ugh!”
“D-don’t know, chirrp! They’ve vanished, chirrp!”
The goblin clutched its head and trembled.
“Nonsense! Ugh!”
Arctum raised his fist to strike the goblin again when he suddenly felt his throat go dry.
After chewing on that tough meat for so long, his mouth had become parched.
“Give me the water bottle! Ugh!”
He turned and extended his hand to his subordinates. As one of them handed over a water bottle and he snatched it, raised it to his lips, then turned his head back toward the goblin—
“…?”
The goblin was gone.
That goblin who’d been trembling at his feet just moments before.
Had vanished without a trace.
No scream.
No blood.
Simply gone.
A chill ran down Arctum’s spine.
“…What? Ugh.”
It had definitely been there just now.
Evaporated in the blink of an eye.
“Where’d that bastard go! Ugh!”
Arctum whirled around, searching frantically.
But then—
the orc subordinate who’d handed him the water bottle.
He wasn’t visible either.
The one who’d been standing at his side just moments ago.
“…!”
The remaining subordinates began exchanging panicked glances.
Something.
Something was happening.
In this darkness, something unseen was at work.
“L-light the torches! Ugh! Everyone, cluster together!”
Arctum shouted, acting on pure instinct.
His subordinates frantically raised torches and huddled back-to-back.
That was when it happened.
“Krgh!”
One of the orcs standing right beside them suddenly collapsed.
“Uggghhhh?!”
And his massive frame
was being dragged, as if bound by invisible rope.
Ssssshrip.
Dragged into the darkness beyond the city wall.
“Help me! P-please, save me…!”
His subordinate thrashed about before vanishing entirely.
The screams cut off abruptly.
The darkness simply swallowed him whole.
“What—what is that! What is it!”
Cold sweat ran down Arctum’s spine in rivulets.

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