The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50
Episode 50
[BREAKING: Si Ryeong-mu-jon just went insane on the 3rd Floor Hard boss fight] (3,201)
[Heuk-baek-mu-sang corpses talking — is this real??] (5,847)
[Did you see the Orc Shaman’s minion crushed alone without backup lol] (8,102)
[Bihalat identity speculation thread (here-saver + aura user)] (4,556)
[Si Ryeong-mu-jon quotes compilation.txt (constantly updated)] (12,303)
Park Il-chim scrolled through the list, then immediately pressed the new post button.
He couldn’t bear not spilling this emotion somewhere right now.
His trembling hands flew across the keyboard.
[Title: SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!]
Lannarchal went insane!
The Orc general charged and he was clapping from the imperial throne
Is this even human
My hands are shaking so bad I can’t even type right now
The moment he hit submit, replies started flooding in.
Park Il-chim watched the spectacle bloom and smiled with deep satisfaction.
This is exactly why I watch Si Ryeong-mu-jon.
* * *
“Hey, thanks for all the support, everyone.”
Even as Krakk charged straight at me.
My chat was raining donations like a waterfall.
[Dallyeora Hani has donated 100 Donation Points!]
Is he seriously clapping while the boss charges???
[Kimchi Malii Guksu has donated 50 Donation Points!]
That’s guts beyond guts lol love you bro
[Toegun-hago-sipda has donated 200 Donation Points!]
What kind of mentality lets you acknowledge donations while in a boss fight lol
[Yaggun-ui Minjok has donated 30 Donation Points!]
Lannarchal’s lost it
I acknowledged the donations with a light nod while my mind ran elsewhere.
Back to what had just happened in that clash.
[Spirit Swarm Armor].
Truth be told, ever since I first saw this skill, I’d been turning over one idea in my head.
What if I could use Martial Techniques through it, even if only in a limited way?
The notion was to treat the spirits as a kind of muscle, an extension of my limbs.
These spirits, receiving Necromantic Power, were entities capable of exerting raw physical force.
They attacked, they defended—they were retainers in perfect offense-defense unity.
So then.
What if I operated these spirits with precision according to my will?
Could I not draw out the forms of Martial Techniques, as though they were my own hands and feet?
That had been my hypothesis.
And.
It worked exactly as I’d theorized.
The spirit swarm moved in perfect synchrony with my intention,
Tracing out the patterns of Martial Techniques like an invisible, colossal hand.
“Quite satisfying, actually.”
Though I hadn’t felt the direct touch of striking an enemy with my own hands,
This had its own compelling appeal.
Think of it as wielding Formless Qi through Martial Techniques.
In my past life, those who’d reached the heights of enlightenment commanded their Qi like a hand.
I was simply mimicking that transcendence through spirits.
“Good. Alright then, shall we go clear the Dimensional Tower?”
It was just as I was about to pour my will fully into the spirit swarm.
[Cheok-cheok Seok-sa has donated 1 Donation Point!]
But the person you’re rescuing isn’t in the Boss Room. They’re next to the Orc Shaman Tower.
“…What?”
I froze mid-motion.
“Wait, then what’s this boss?”
Heuk-baek-mu-sang had said this Krakk was one of three they couldn’t beat, and the strongest of them.
I naturally assumed the prisoner would be here too.
[Cheok-cheok Seok-sa has donated 1DP!]
This is supposed to be a Stealth Quest, not a massacre like you’re doing. You can fight the Orc Shaman, sure, but that’s where it ends. The real clear is when you grab the prisoner and flee the moment the boss gives chase—minimize combat and escape. That’s the orthodox way.
“Heh.”
A dry laugh escaped me unbidden.
“So that’s what it was?”
A proper Stealth Quest—slip in, extract the prisoner, slip out quietly.
But I went and slaughtered every monster in the Fortress without realizing that.
Then stormed straight into the Boss Room and engaged the boss in honest combat.
I’d basically cleared a stealth game like Rambo.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
I shrugged.
“All roads lead to Rome, right? As long as it’s cleared, that’s what counts. So let’s celebrate~”
Orthodox methods are fine and all, but if the result’s good, isn’t that enough?
Besides, this style of clearing through total destruction suits me perfectly.
I stored Krakk’s corpse in my Subspace Storage and ordered the still-ambulatory undead to collect the scattered remains and stash them away as well.
And naturally, I repaired Heuk-baek-mu-sang. Its upper and lower body had been severed, but it wasn’t destroyed.
The upper half still moved just fine on its own.
So I reattached the pieces and used a skill to mend it.
With so many corpses to handle, it took a while—long enough for me to chat with the viewers during the work.
Was this that Just Chatting thing, or whatever? Probably?
While I was at it, Bihalat stood off to the side, watching me with an odd look.
Had he just realized how strong I was?
Once the cleanup was done, I headed toward where the person I needed to rescue was supposedly being held.
Right next to the Orc Shaman Tower.
A small Separate Building caught my eye.
It had that unmistakable air of a place where something was being hidden.
“Hmm. This must be it.”
I slowly pushed open the door to the Separate Building and stepped inside.
And then—
“…Oh?”
Inside the Separate Building,
there was a woman.
Dressed in an elaborate gown.
Both her wrists were bound with heavy Shackles chained to the wall, and a Gag was fastened over her mouth.
At first glance, she was a striking beauty of obvious high station.
This must be the prisoner I was meant to rescue.
As I was studying her quietly,
[Cheok-cheok Seok-sa has donated 1DP!]
That’s not a woman. He’s got breasts.
What?
At Cheok-cheok Seok-sa’s words, I paused for a moment.
A man… you say?
Only then did I look more carefully at the skeletal structure, and I could confirm that Cheok-cheok Seok-sa was right.
The skeleton didn’t look entirely masculine, but the traces were unmistakably there!
Especially the Adam’s apple!
Wait!! What is this supposed to mean!!
A cross-dresser!? Why on earth would those orcs do something like this!?
-???????
-Why is this actually real? How is this real?
-Wait, he said male? He said “got breasts”? So what’s the problem?
-AAAAAGGHHHHH!
-I thought our guy was rescuing a beauty, not an androgynous guy or whatever this is
The chat erupted into complete chaos.
Everyone had been expecting a beautiful female prisoner, and the plot twist of a cross-dressing man had sent them into mental freefall.
Well, I’ll admit I was pretty startled when I saw that Adam’s apple myself.
“Hmm. Regardless of the circumstances,”
I walked slowly toward the prisoner.
Cross-dressing or not, they were still the person I needed to rescue—that hadn’t changed.
I reached up and removed the Gag from his mouth first.
Slip.
The moment the gag came free, he fixed me with a sharp glare and opened his mouth.
“Necromancer! Have you made a pact with the orcs?!”
But then.
“…Oh.”
I felt my eyebrows rise of their own accord.
That voice—it was oddly pleasant to hear.
Neither high nor low, but somehow crystalline and smooth all at once.
Not quite a woman’s voice, yet not entirely a man’s either.
Something caught perfectly in between—a beautiful tenor.
-Wait, what’s with that voice??
-Why does his voice sound so good?
-Crossdressing guy but the voice is insane
-This has to be a voice actor
The viewers reacted to that voice instantly.
This one really was something.
Never mind the visuals—that voice alone was pure art.
A beautiful tenor ringing out from somewhere between masculine and feminine.
A fragment of memory from my past life flickered through my mind.
“Is this what they call a Castrato?”
I muttered it aloud without thinking.
If my memory served.
In some ancient civilization, castrated men in their youth had voices so pure and lovely.
So they would raise such boys professionally and turn them into singers.
And they called that practice Castrato.
There was a famous one named Farinelli, if I recalled correctly.
I’d seen a recording once on GodTube.
Could this one be of that sort?
[Cheok-cheok Seok-sa has donated 1 DP!]
That guy’s really built though
“…Wait, Cheok-cheok Seok-sa. How the hell do you even know that?”
Was this some famous person or something?
A prisoner already known in the Dimensional Tower Community?
That Cheok-cheok Seok-sa guy—there’s nothing he doesn’t know.
As I stood there bewildered.
“What are you doing, filthy Necromancer!”
The crossdressing man rattled his shackles fiercely.
“If you mean to mock me, then kill me instead!”
Quite the spirit, though.
Bound in chains yet defiant enough to welcome death—impressive resolve.
-Here we go! Haha, kill me! But he’s a guy, right?
-Ugh. A guy… ugh… so it’s a prince knight, not a princess knight…
-The voice of a beauty but the body of a prince—what is happening
The viewers erupted again.
They all seemed unable to reconcile the cliché “kill me!” with the reality of “but he’s male.”
Well, I let the viewer reactions roll off me.
I turned calmly to address the prisoner.
“Calm yourself. There’s been a misunderstanding.”
I raised a hand lightly as I continued.
“Yes, I’m a Necromancer. But I’m not in league with the orcs—not at all. I came to rescue you. You, whoever you are—hostage or sacrifice—I came to get you out.”
At my words, the crossdressing man’s eyes narrowed with doubt.
“Is that… the truth?”
“It’s the truth.”
I shrugged in reply.
“And for your information, every enemy in this Fortress is already dead. Not a single one left.”
Orcs, goblins, kobolds.
Even all three bosses had been cleared.
There was nothing alive and moving in this Fortress anymore.
……
The prisoner stared at me blankly, his face screaming disbelief.
An entire fortress, wholly occupied by a monster army.
And a single Necromancer had swept them all away alone.
It seemed difficult to believe such a thing outright.
In truth, belief was irrelevant.
“Bihalat.”
“You called?”
“Carry him.”
“As you wish.”
“What? Let me go!”
The creature thrashed about. But I didn’t release him. After all, once I extracted this wretch, the task would be finished—and if I bothered trying to convince him or set him free, it would only complicate matters.

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