The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48
Episode 48
At a glance, it was the archetypal orc sorcerer look.
Just then, a donation arrived with perfect timing.
[Night Patrol Squad has donated 30 DP!]
A troublesome sorcerer orc that appears on floor 10 of Guldin’s Tower, specializing in Flame Sorcery and Curse Magic, summons orc warriors and goblin warriors as subordinates
“Oh. Thanks for the donation. That’s some solid intel.”
I wish you’d thrown in some line breaks, but the information itself is accurate.
Flame Sorcery, Curse Magic specialty, summon subordinates too.
Textbook summoner-type magic boss.
“Screech! A human? And a filthy corpse-raiser at that! Drop dead!”
Guldin swung his staff.
A whoosh of flames—
A massive fireball came hurtling toward me.
But then.
Boom!!
One of my undead threw himself in front of me, taking the fireball head-on.
One corpse reduced to ash, but then again, they’re expendable.
“Screech! Filthy undead! My servants! Kill that worm!”
Guldin called out to his minions, bellowing with confidence.
Except.
“….”
Silence.
Nobody came rushing out.
The Laboratory remained utterly quiet.
“My servants? Screech! What’s going on! Why is no one here! Screeeeech!”
Guldin spun around in apparent panic, calling out again.
But still nothing.
Not even a shadow of a subordinate appeared.
-?? Why aren’t the subordinates coming
-A summoner boss but nothing to summon lol
-Is Guldin actually standing here looking pathetic right now
The viewers were baffled, spamming chat, when someone figured it out.
Someone got the answer.
-Wait, don’t tell me…
-Si Ryeong Ham killed all the Fortress monsters earlier lol
-There are no minions left to summon because they’re all corpses lololol
“Hah.”
I found myself laughing despite myself.
Right.
That’s exactly it.
Those orc warriors and goblin warriors Guldin was trying to summon—
Heuk Musang had already snapped all their necks earlier, and now they were my undead.
There were no subordinates left to call upon.
It was just like a CEO left standing alone after all his employees quit.
-Insane lol preemptively deleted all the minions
-What kind of setup is this, neutralizing a summoner boss lol
-Si Ryeong Ham is actually a genius
-Guldin’s worst day of his worst days
[Moonlit Stretching has donated 500 DP!]
The setup of preemptively killing all the summoner boss’s minions is insane for real lololol
[Let Goblins Clock Out has donated 100 DP!]
CEO Guldin goes bankrupt from full staff resignation lololol
Donations poured in like a waterfall again.
Everyone had clearly latched onto this absurd situation.
“Heh. Well, Guldin, I’m afraid your minions are now all on my side.”
I raised my hand with a smirk.
“Alright, everyone. Give Lord Guldin a proper funeral.”
At my command, the undead legion surged toward Guldin all at once.
“Screech! Y-you wretches! Stay back!”
Guldin hurled Curse Magic and Flame Sorcery at the undead in rapid succession.
Whoosh! Crack!
True to its status as a tenth-floor boss, the power was considerable.
He burned the charging undead with flames, crushed them with curses.
In that way, he destroyed roughly twenty-five of them.
But.
That was all.
With one hundred fifty undead pouring in endlessly, what meaning could there be in disposing of twenty-five?
“Shrieeeeek!”
In the end, Guldin was simply buried under the endless tide of undead.
And shortly after.
No sound came from beneath the pile of corpses anymore.
“Well, this… tenth floor or whatever.”
I leaned back against the Imperial Throne Palanquin and chuckled.
“Looks like I can’t beat a war of attrition, huh?”
-So this is what they mean — there’s no fighting numbers-
-The tenth-floor boss got crushed by sheer volume lolololol-
-Si Ryeong Ham’s ultimate tactic strategy-
-Real talk, this guy’s got brains-
“Alright then. Shall we go hunt the next boss?”
I lightly turned the Imperial Throne Palanquin and exited the tower.
Then I headed straight for the opposite tower on the left.
What kind of creature would this boss be?
I led the palanquin procession into the second boss chamber.
[You have entered the mid-boss chamber.]
A massive shadow awaited me this time.
Thud. Thud.
With heavy footsteps, what revealed itself was a single troll.
“Food? Food! I eat!”
The troll drooled and smacked its lips at me.
Compared to that troll I’d met at the very end of the tutorial.
This one was built considerably larger.
It wasn’t mere bulk — muscle packed its frame thickly, and both arms were thick as logs.
“Ugh. What? A troll?”
But watching it, I felt the wind go out of my sails.
A troll that’s just a little bit bigger.
The look is impressive enough, but honestly? Kind of a letdown.
Trolls are just the brute-force type with nothing else.
This didn’t even require deploying a legion.
“Heuk Musang. Go.”
I flicked my fingers lightly.
Snap!
Heuk Musang tore through the darkness and dove straight into the troll’s arms.
And.
Crack!
The moment Heuk Musang’s palm rested gently against the troll’s head.
The Internal Heavy Hand Method.
That heavy blow — soft to the touch, then erupting from within —
crushed the troll’s skull entirely.
Burst!
“Foo…”
Without even finishing the word “food,”
the massive troll simply fell backward with a heavy thud.
A single blow.
One punch, truly!
-?!?!?!-
-Troll took it in one shot lololololol-
-Heuk Musang is seriously busted ㄷㄷㄷ-
-Si Ryeong Ham’s boss is a punching bag for real-
-One Punch Heuk Musang lololol-
The viewers erupted into cheers again, flooding the chat with messages.
“That’s right… easy, isn’t it?”
I leaned back against the Imperial Throne Palanquin with a satisfied smile.
Dropping a line in Bob’s tone never gets old.
“Looks like just one left now.”
I’d dealt with two of the three bosses, leaving only the final one.
And wherever that last boss was waiting,
the hostage I was meant to rescue was almost certainly there too.
“All right then. Shall we go pay the last boss a visit?”
I turned the Imperial Throne Palanquin toward the deepest part of the Fortress.
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I drove the Imperial Throne Palanquin into the depths of the Fortress, into the final boss room.
[You have entered the boss room.]
It was a vast Stone Hall.
Eerie torches burned in rows along the towering ceiling,
and at the far end, upon a throne,
a colossal figure sat with its eyes closed.
So this must be Krackk, the Orc General the viewers had been talking about—the boss of this Fortress?
The moment I stepped inside, he slowly opened his eyes.
“…So the Tower’s puppet has come again.”
“…?”
For a moment, I was taken aback.
Did this bastard just say “puppet”?
“That’s unusual. Knowing what position you’re in.”
Normally, boss monsters are just NPCs controlled by the Dimensional Tower.
They’re not supposed to have any awareness that they’re bound to the system.
But very rarely,
certain exceptional individuals become aware that they’re forcibly bound to the Dimensional Tower.
Anyone who’d spent time in the Dimensional Tower community knew this.
“Of course I know.”
Krackk smiled darkly and spoke.
“Hehehehe. I, too, am a puppet like you—bound by the enormous hands of the Dimensional Tower, endlessly repeating the same actions.”
Whoosh.
Krackk slowly rose from his throne.
Then,
“…Damn. That’s huge.”
His frame towered at three meters tall.
Rather than an orc, he looked more like a true giant.
True, the troll I’d fought earlier had been bigger, but this creature possessed something the troll lacked.
The aura of a heavyweight.
The charisma of a boss.
The overwhelming pressure he radiated was on an entirely different level from that troll.
“But being a puppet doesn’t mean I can neglect my duties.”
Krackk looked directly at me and spoke.
“Welcome, Spirit Summoner. I am Krackk, master of this Fortress.”
A monster showing such formality?
If he comes at me like this, I should return the courtesy.
“I am Lee Mu Seon, Earthly Successor of the Shiryeong Gate and Emperor of the Undead.”
It wouldn’t quite do to call myself the sect master—and I couldn’t very well claim the name of my original sect, the Irwon Muggeuk Gate, when all I’d wielded here were the arts of the Shiryeong Gate and Corpse Control Technique.
So I announced my name with confidence, still seated upon the Imperial Throne Palanquin.
“Krehehehe. A man who knows courtesy, I see.”
Krackk laughed with apparent satisfaction.
“Then let us fight! Defeat me and prove yourself!”
Crack!
Krackk drew out two enormous axes from his waist.
Dual Axes.
Weapons perfectly suited to his massive frame—vicious and terrible.
“Very well. I suppose I should loosen up a bit too.”
I sent my will to the undead legion at once.
“Baekpal Arahan Formation. Open the formation.”
Shaolin Temple’s secret grand formation art.
That massive formation deployed by one hundred and eight Arhat statues.
Had begun to take shape through my undead legion.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
More than one hundred and fifty undead moved in perfect synchronization, forming their ranks and encircling Krackk.
That was the moment.
Whoooosh!
From Krackk’s dual axes.
A blindingly brilliant energy like flame began to rage and burn.
That radiant aura rippling along the blade’s edge.
—Wait, isn’t that an Aura Blade???
—It’s an Aura Blade!
—The axes are on fire, this is insane
—A Floor 3 boss is using Aura???
The viewers simply cheered at the spectacle’s brilliance.
But I found myself genuinely taken aback by what I saw.
“…Gang Qi?”
Gang Qi.
This was no mere flame.
It was the aura that blossomed only when a martial master achieved enlightenment and reached the absolute pinnacle of energy control.
A stage transcending blade energy—Gang Qi itself.
“Wait. Why is Gang Qi already manifesting on Floor 3?”
This doesn’t make sense.
Gang Qi, by the standards of my previous life, was a realm reserved for supreme masters who had ascended to the Hwakyung Stage.
You’re telling me a Floor 3 boss wielded it?
Even as I puzzled over this.
Krackk hefted his dual axes and charged directly into the heart of the Baekpal Arahan Formation.
Crack! Shatter!
Piercing through the defense of the Baekpal Arahan Formation woven with Spirit Summon Power.
Krackk’s dual axes detonated.
In a single sweeping blow.
Ten undead shattered entirely and scattered to dust.

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