The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62
Episode 62
The force of it was potent enough to inflict pain even on a Hobgoblin Lord like himself.
But when he collected his wits and looked around, an even more appalling truth revealed itself.
This wave—it was only causing suffering to his own forces.
The undead, by contrast, grew faster and fiercer with each strike of the wave.
The enemy strengthening while only allies fell—the very definition of a one-sided judgment.
“Necromancer!”
Kaltun’s scream echoed across the mist-shrouded plain.
* * *
At a distance.
A bone tower loomed where the entire battlefield could be surveyed at a glance.
Standing atop it were Yi Museon and Zeghal Yuyeon.
Below, the Goblin Great Invasion crumbled like a feast consuming itself, the scene unfolding like a panorama through the fog.
Blinding vision with the Mist Formation, isolating targets with buried undead, instantly regenerating fallen enemies as allies, finishing with the Wave of Death layered in damage and debuffs.
The efficiency was insane.
“What do you think?”
Zeghal Yuyeon asked, concealing the corner of her mouth with her fan.
“It’s far too wicked.”
This wasn’t war—it was nothing less than a one-sided harvest.
The goblin horde melting away like snow.
Even those who’d been called tyrants in his past life would never have engineered a scheme this ruthlessly elegant.
“For a strategist like myself, that is the highest compliment.”
“Is that so.”
It hadn’t been meant as praise.
Well, if she took it that way, so be it.
“Still. This is all the Hidden Trial of Hard Mode amounts to? Underwhelming.”
In truth.
The tutorial hadn’t been much either.
Ah, Dimensional Tower. Can you not entertain me more?
While he indulged such idle musings.
He could ‘sense’ Heuk Baek Musang charging at the boss mob.
Well, that made sense. Zeghal Yuyeon had devised this formation.
Standing at the axis of the formation alongside her, Yi Museon could perceive everything within it as a matter of course.
“It’s nearly finished.”
“Good work.”
“No trouble at all.”
Zeghal Yuyeon smiled with a certain allure.
Had becoming a vampire really elevated her charm that much?
The thought crossed his mind, but he left it unspoken.
Come to think of it… what was going through this woman’s head? You’d think she’d have some desire or other to express, yet she never mentioned anything outright.
“By the way, do you have something you want?”
“Suddenly asking such a thing?”
“Well, it just occurred to me. Even Bihalat had desires of his own.”
Intelligent undead.
Bound to him by the system, though they possessed free will nonetheless.
Heuk Baek Musang and Ho Poong Hwan Woo were different—he had forged their selves from nothing, so they harbored no thoughts save loyalty.
But these others were not like that.
Take Whiterame and Asura, or the orc shaman—none of them showed any rough edges, simply working diligently under his command without complaint.
Zeghal Yuyeon and Bihalat, though—they were different.
Yi Museon briefly manipulated the broadcast feed to focus on a distant view.
The image showed the boss mob under assault from Heuk Baek Musang.
At the same time, he removed his and Zeghal Yuyeon’s images from the broadcast entirely.
Muting the audio as well.
“How interesting. Thanks to your rebirth, you are indeed vastly different from your past self.”
Perhaps because she’d seen him manipulating the feed, Zeghal Yuyeon broached the subject of her former life without hesitation.
“Whereas you remain unchanged. According to my past memories, you were still alive when I fell, were you not?”
“That’s right. I lived quite a long time after that.”
She cast a distant gaze through the formation around them.
“What I desire, it is not yet time to speak of. But rest assured—I will do nothing to bring harm or trouble upon you, the Lord.”
“I’ll tell you when the time comes. That’s all for now.”
“Understood.”
“Good. Then I won’t press you further.”
I said no more and turned my attention back to the battle.
* * *
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Park Il-chim threw both arms up in the air before his monitor, letting out a triumphant roar.
The screen blazed with the message he’d been waiting for.
[Bet Victory! Points are being settled!]
“Ahhh! This is it! This is the thrill of—wait, I mean, wholesome fan culture!”
His grin stretched from ear to ear.
Park Il-chim checked his settled points over and over, laughing to himself each time.
While everyone else had bet everything on him losing, Park Il-chim had walked boldly through that narrow 6% door.
A victory of faith.
Or rather, a victory of fandom.
He quickly hammered out a message in the chat.
-See! I told you—believe in Yi Museon and your rewards multiply!
Then he switched to another monitor and started writing a boast post on the Yi Museon channel.
[All you doubters who didn’t believe in 6%—get over here (feat. settlement proof)]
Didn’t I tell you?
Yi Museon is the icon of trust.
The moment you hedge your bet against him, that’s a vote of no confidence.
(Points settlement screenshot attached)
Beef for dinner tonight, mark my words.
The moment he posted and hit refresh, replies cascaded down like a waterfall.
└My stomach hurts, you bastard!
└I hit it too—6% crew assemble
└Give the money back
└Seriously, how did you have the guts to bet on those odds?
└I’m an idiot for going the other way
└The beef tastes best when shared, brother
“Yes! This is it! This is life!”
Watching the replies—some groaning with regret, others celebrating—Park Il-chim felt like he owned the world.
Winning points was nice, but knowing that the streamer he believed in had lived up to that faith felt even better.
This was the true taste of being a fan.
Just as he was savoring the afterglow of victory—
A new movement flickered across the broadcast screen.
The map clear was within reach.
“Ooh. Reward time coming up?”
Park Il-chim stopped scrolling through replies and focused back on the screen.
Yi Museon’s reward pulls were always the best show.
* * *
[You have overwhelmingly cleared Dimensional Tower Floor 4 on Higher Difficulty.]
[You have cleared Dimensional Tower Floor 4 on Higher Difficulty in record time.]
[You have overwhelmingly cleared the Hidden Trial “Goblin Great Invasion.”]
[All village statistics confirmed at 100.]
[This is the first recorded achievement in history.]
The messages poured down in succession.
All stats maxed at 100, plus the rout of ten thousand troops.
By any measure, “overwhelming” didn’t do this achievement justice.
“Now then. Shall we see the much-anticipated rewards?”
Flash!
Light enveloped me, and my body shifted elsewhere.
I arrived in a pristine white space—the entrance hall of the Dimensional Tower.
[Measuring your achievements.]
My heart quickened at the word “measuring.”
This must be what it feels like waiting for your college entrance exam results.
And then—
[Measurement complete.]
[You have obtained a Mythic-Tier Reward.]
[Your level has increased by 1.]
[Your level has increased by 1….]
[Your level cannot rise any further.]
“Level up ten times?!”
I’d jumped straight to level 40 in a single bound.
Necromantic Power flooded through my entire body like a waterfall, and I felt the very caliber of my existence climb a notch higher.
It was similar to the sensation I’d felt when I consumed Gongcheong Stone Oil back then, perhaps?
“But… even after all this, Genesis Grade still didn’t drop?”
A twinge of regret was inevitable.
I’d even set a first-ever record in history, and yet Mythic Grade was all I got.
‘Though, the Necron Emperor job itself was Genesis Grade to begin with.’
Genesis Grade is a tier that has appeared exactly once in all of recorded history.
That’s my job.
So sitting on top of a Genesis Grade already filling my inventory and then asking for another one would just be greedy.
-Mythic Grade, that’s insane!
-Level 40 for real? Wasn’t he 30 just a few days ago?
-Is this guy’s leveling speed a bug or something?
-Can’t wait to see what Mythic-Tier Reward shows up
[Big Spender has donated 500DP!]
Congratulations on the Mythic-Tier Reward. I’m looking forward to something historically significant dropping this time too.
[Quick Scholar has donated 1DP!]
ㅊㅋ but open it quick
Donations and messages started pouring in one after another.
“Alright, alright, everyone settle down. Opening it now.”
I immediately claimed the reward.
Whoooosh!
The light scattered, and what appeared in my hand was.
A crown.
A crown decorated with black bone and grim gemstones, radiating an oppressive aura that prickled against the skin.
[Emperor’s Crown]
Grade: Mythic
The crown of an emperor who rules an empire.
It symbolizes the majesty of the emperor and his authority as ruler.
It is said that an emperor wearing this crown is essentially the empire itself.
Effect: Minion ability scores increased by 25%
Effect: All skill power increased by 50%
Effect: Bound
Effect: Subdimension storage and summoning capable
Effect: Territory range increased by 100%
“…….”
I was momentarily at a loss for words.
“This is an absolutely broken item.”
Every single option was pure insanity.
The 25% boost to minion ability scores means my entire undead legion gets strengthened across the board, and this stacks with the effect from the Imperial Throne I’d obtained before. In other words, combined, that’s a 50% increase.
And the 50% increase to all skill power means the Wave of Death and everything else becomes 1.5 times stronger, doesn’t it?
Absolutely ridiculous.
Plus the Bound effect means there’s no risk of it being stolen, and with Subdimension storage, portability is perfect.
-What are those options?
-25% minions and 50% skills?? Can a single item even have options like that?
-The dignity of Mythic Grade ㄷㄷㄷ
-You’d be a real emperor wearing that
-An absolutely broken hat that covers both fashion and performance
The viewers went wild too, and donations started gushing in.
But there was one option in particular that I really focused on.
“Especially this one. Territory range increased by 100%.”
This was the truly insane option.
It meant the surface area of my township-grade Subdimension would simply double.
It was already vast—the size of an entire town—but if it doubled?
‘At this rate, I could actually store millions of undead in there, couldn’t I?’
Right now my columbarium is already overflowing with twelve thousand undead wandering around outside, so that capacity limit just got blown wide open.
What if I constructed the buildings more tightly and arranged them efficiently?
‘Could I squeeze in over ten million?’
Ten million undead legions.
The mere thought swelled his chest until it felt ready to burst.
That fool from his past life—the Temporal Necromancer—would have wept if he’d glimpsed this scale even in a dream!

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