The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 60

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Episode 60
60
The Water and Sewage System had already been completed.
On top of that, a tall water tank had been erected.
After filling the tank with water jars, I’d designed the system so that water flowed down through sheer gravity.
A water supply infrastructure built entirely on physics—no electricity, no pumps.
[The village’s Prosperity Score has increased.]
“Oh?”
The Prosperity Score jumped by forty points all at once.
-A Water and Sewage System in a medieval village? Insane
-Isn’t this an anachronism? lol
-+40 Prosperity confirmed
-What exactly is Zhuge Youyuan?
-Not a strategist but a civil engineer, right?
The viewers seemed just as stunned by the infrastructure as I was.
I mean, modern plumbing in a medieval fantasy village—it was worth being shocked about.
In the meantime, Zhuge Youyuan had constructed another building.
‘I wondered what he was putting up…’
It was a public bathing facility.
But not the kind where you soak in a tub.
“Why just shower stalls? An open-air bath would look fancier, wouldn’t it?”
At my question, Zhuge Youyuan covered his mouth with his fan and replied.
“Bathhouses become disease breeding grounds if water isn’t properly managed. Rome had that problem, didn’t it?”
Zhuge Youyuan. This kid was terrifying.
He even knew about the sanitation issues in Roman baths.
When did this guy even learn such things from the internet?
This time too, the Prosperity Score climbed steadily.
And not just steadily.
As hygiene improved thanks to the public bathing facility, both the Prosperity Score and Health Score rose simultaneously.
Meanwhile, crops were growing thick in the fields, and the Food Supply Score was filling up on its own.
Once we planted the seeds and the zombies maintained them, the food supply essentially managed itself.
‘Come to think of it, what have I actually done?’
But that wasn’t the end of it.
Zhuge Youyuan started tinkering together something else.
After assembling it for a while, what he’d completed was.
A clock tower made of bone.
“What’s this now?”
“A clock so the village residents can keep track of time.”
What was remarkable was how it worked.
This clock was designed so that its spring wound automatically through the force of falling water.
“Wait, is this a water clock or a mechanical clock?”
Using the power of water to turn the spring—it was a hybrid of water clock and mechanical timepiece.
And the moment I saw it, a memory surfaced.
The Mechanical Construction Technique of the Zhuge House!
That’s right. The Zhuge House wasn’t famous only for their strategems. They were legendary for the Mechanical Construction Technique!
And he was putting that knowledge to use like this—the sheer audacity of the concept was absolutely insane.
Now the village residents could tell time by the bell’s chimes.
With a sense of time came order in their daily lives, and that translated directly into the Prosperity Score.
[The village’s Prosperity Score has reached 100!]
“…I’ve lost.”
I admitted defeat without reservation.
Here I was, supposedly the lord, standing idle with my hands behind my back watching—while my deputy alone had transformed the village into a developed nation.
This was exactly the position of an incompetent manager under a capable team lead.
Meanwhile, the Health and Food Supply Scores continued climbing.
I opened up light exercise routines that doubled as physical training, and Zhuge Youyuan didn’t stop there—he even built a Medical Facility.
Then he selected a few talented residents and personally began teaching them Acupuncture and Pharmacology.
He didn’t just lay down infrastructure and call it done—he set up a sustainable medical system. That meticulous attention to detail was something else.
‘I could probably just hand him an entire nation to run.’
[Viewer CheokCheokSeoksa donated 1 DP!]
Is this the Central Plains martial world? Is it steampunk? What genre even is this anymore?
“I couldn’t say for certain.”
Was it martial arts, fantasy, or city-building simulation? Even I was getting confused at this point.
And so Zhuge Youyuan’s one-man show continued to its conclusion.
[Domain Population: 3,212]
[Health Score: 100]
[Safety Score: 100]
[Food Supply Score: 100]
[Prosperity Score: 100]
Every single metric had hit 100.
When the historical high average had been 60, this was an insane scorecard—perfect marks across the board.
“This, everyone, is what a Necromancer truly is.”
I spoke contentedly to the viewers.
“A lord with even one competent aide can just sit back and let the honey flow in.”
-Wait, all 100s? For real?
-The lord did nothing and got perfect scores lmao
-Zhuge Youyuan deserves worship at this point
-The 6%-gang’s having a festival
The viewers poured out gasps of admiration.
And right then it happened.
[You have overwhelmingly cleared the Higher Difficulty Dimensional Tower, Floor 4.]
[You have cleared the Higher Difficulty Dimensional Tower, Floor 4 in record time.]
[You may now proceed with the Hidden Trial of the Higher Difficulty Dimensional Tower, Floor 4.]
“Huh. This again?”
A Hidden Trial.
There’d been one like this during the Defense of the First Floor, and now it popped up here too.
-Another Hidden Trial!!!
-Gotta do it right now, right?
-The rewards have to be insane, obviously we go for it
-Hidden Trial = instant jackpot encoded in my brain?
“My gamble isn’t over yet! I can win this!”
I’d already won the main pot, really, but it was only human to collect rewards while the opportunity was there.
I naturally accepted the Hidden Trial.
And then.
[The Great Goblin Invasion begins.]
“Not Orcs—Goblins?”
I’d just been going around crushing Orc Chieftains, and now Goblins appeared.
It felt like a step down, and some of my excitement deflated.
Though the word “Great” attached to the invasion suggested these weren’t just ordinary foot-soldier goblins.
* * *
[Three days remain until the invasion. The goblin army is currently approaching from the North.]
“How considerate.”
Telling me exactly where the enemy was coming from.
I didn’t know the Dimensional Tower had this hospitable side to it.
It felt like receiving GPS navigation.
‘First I need to know my enemy.’
The ancient Sun Tzu’s wisdom—know yourself and your enemy, and you’ll win every battle—held true in my past life and this one alike.
“Let’s start with reconnaissance. Zhuge Youyuan.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Send out scouts and find out how many enemies we’re facing.”
At my instruction, Zhuge Youyuan paused in thought before speaking.
“For that, we’ll need horses. Might you purchase some from the marketplace?”
“Horses?”
He was asking me to buy horses just for reconnaissance.
True, mounted scouts would cover ground faster than runners on foot.
“Since I’m a Necromancer, should I skip the ordinary horses and get a Spirit Horse or Skeleton Horse instead?”
“A most obvious question, sir.”
Zhuge Youyuan’s expression suggested I shouldn’t need to ask.
Indeed, it would look ridiculous for a Necromancer to ride a living horse.
‘If I’m going to do this, I might as well get one that looks impressive—a Spirit Horse?’
A Spirit Horse that galloped trailing blue flames.
Just imagining it sent shivers of excitement down my spine.
I headed straight to the marketplace to purchase a Spirit Horse.
Then I hit a problem.
[Insufficient level to purchase.]
“What? Why can’t I buy it?”
[Summoning a Spirit Horse requires a minimum level of 100.]
“Ah. So I can’t because my level’s too low?”
At level thirty, it was still far beyond my reach.
To be shot down by the system just as I was trying to look impressive—the humiliation.
“Fine. Can’t be helped. Let’s go with a Skeleton Horse instead.”
I ended up purchasing a Skeleton Horse—one tier down.
It lacked the Spirit Horse’s brilliant blue flames, but there was something suitably eerie about a skeletal steed thundering across the plains.
This had its own necromancer charm, anyway.
“Perhaps we should entrust this mission to Duke Bihalat.”
“Right. Bihalat was a knight, wasn’t he?”
For a knight, horsemanship would be second nature—perfect for a reconnaissance task.
I summoned Bihalat at once.
“Bihalat. I’m entrusting you with a scouting mission. Head north, assess the scale of the goblin forces, and report back.”
“Understood.”
Without hesitation, Bihalat swung himself onto the Skeleton Horse.
Then he galloped northward without delay.
The sight of an undead knight astride a skeletal mount racing across the plains looked like something from an apocalyptic vision.
‘I admit, that does look impressive.’
As I watched Bihalat disappear from view, a thought suddenly struck me.
“Wait. Do we actually need to wait? Sitting here patiently for the enemy’s main force to arrive at our gates—that’s actually pretty inefficient when you think about it, isn’t it? We’d waste three days just twiddling our thumbs.”
“What would you prefer to do, then?”
“I’ll go meet them. That’s the right move.”
They say fortune favors the patient, but I’ve always been the impatient type.
Why wait for them to arrive when I can go out and greet them myself?
—Wait, what did you just say?
—Did I hear that right, Yi Museon?
—Abandon the defensive walls and sortie out?
—Pure madness
—Have you lost your mind, human???
—This is a siege defense stage, why would you attempt a pitched battle ㅋㅋㅋ
The viewers erupted in the chat.
Abandoning the defensive walls on a siege-defense stage to charge headlong into enemy territory—by conventional wisdom, that was lunacy.
‘Fighting from behind the walls would certainly be effective. But why bother?’
I had more than enough reasons why walls were unnecessary for me.
An undead legion capable of infinite multiplication, coupled with a skill that turned defeated enemies into allies on the spot.
In such circumstances, a defensive battle felt stifling.
Besides, offense is the best defense.
“Zhuge.”
“Yes.”
“Prepare the army for immediate deployment.”
I shall follow your orders, my lord.”
Zhuge Youyuan bowed with elegant grace.
This man never questioned me, no matter how insane my commands sounded. That’s what I appreciated about him.
‘Wait for me, goblin horde. I’m coming.’
Transforming a defensive siege into an offensive assault.
Even the Tower probably hadn’t anticipated this.
* * *
My decision to march out personally didn’t make Bihalat’s reconnaissance useless.
Information about enemy numbers and unit composition remained crucial.
Besides, my army moved slowly on foot. By the time we covered ground, Bihalat should have completed his scouting and returned.
With that in mind, we set out. Following the northern plains, I eventually spotted Bihalat returning.
Crossing the plains astride the Skeleton Horse, he cut the figure of apocalypse itself.
“I report the results of my scouting.”
“Well? What did you find?”
“The enemy force numbers ten thousand strong.”

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