The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 64

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Episode 64
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“Ha. Still the same, I see.”
He let out a hollow laugh.
It wasn’t that the Formation Method skill didn’t exist. There were martial arts skills too, so why wouldn’t there be a Formation Method?
There was even a legitimate occupation called Formation Method Practitioner.
But.
The Formation Method that man used had never appeared in the world before.
At this level, he was definitely not an ordinary human.
“Is he a Reincarnate, or does he have access permissions to the Akashic Record?”
—Investigation results indicate he possessed superhuman physical abilities even before his Awakening.
“I see. That’s how he ended up connected with Park Gang-chan, then?”
—Yes.
“Park Gang-chan is a climber who’s ascended beyond the 50th floor…….”
—Hunter Park Gang-chan’s physical abilities are approximately three times that of an ordinary person.
“Right.”
If Hunters could wield the power they displayed within their floors in reality as well, the world would have long since descended into chaos.
Especially those beyond the 50th floor—a single skill deployment and entire cities would be obliterated.
Walking tactical nuclear warheads, in a sense!
But due to the Dimensional Tower’s restrictions, their power was severely diminished in reality.
They could barely use skills at all, and while their physical abilities remained superhuman, they were suppressed to levels manageable by modern weaponry.
The world’s strongest climber still dies to a bullet. Only Titan Man manages to withstand it somewhat!
That was precisely why the world’s order remained intact.
And yet.
It was unknowable.
What that Formation Method could possibly be.
The world’s finest mind—who had disassembled every Dimensional Tower item on the planet and single-handedly pioneered the entire discipline of Magical Engineering—
had been receiving only four words for weeks before one man’s abilities: “Analysis impossible.”
For an ordinary person, it would have been a blow to pride.
But Kim Yu-han was different.
For a starving scholar, an unsolvable puzzle was the sweetest meal imaginable.
“Inscribing martial prowess upon corpses. Devouring entire battlefields with formation arrays. And now, even territory management executed flawlessly.”
Kim Yu-han rose slowly to his feet.
His gaze turned toward another holographic display.
There, on the screen, hung the image of Yi Museon from a broadcast.
Perched upon the Imperial Throne, cackling and gambling with viewers—a man devoid of any semblance of formality.
But to Kim Yu-han’s eyes, he was something altogether different.
A man single-handedly elevating his nation’s rank.
A variable that could reshape the world’s balance of power.
And above all.
The only human, perhaps, who could gaze upon the Tower from the same height as himself.
“Indeed……. If anyone could…….”
The corners of Kim Yu-han’s mouth rose slowly.
It was not the calculated smile of a businessman.
It was the smile of a scholar facing an unknown truth, and of one who had stood alone at the summit his entire life—pure longing incarnate.
“If you could, then perhaps you might climb the Dimensional Tower with me.”
He spoke these inaudible words toward Yi Museon on the screen.
“Come up quickly. Together we must conquer the entire Tower.”
Hummmmm.
The Mana Circulation Circuit in the ceiling responded to his yearning, pulsing with an ever deeper, hotter glow.
* * *
“Kimchi stew today.”
『Yes, Master.』
The android secretary Shi Ha-rin replied politely to my words and turned toward the kitchen.
It would take a while for the rice to be ready.
“While we wait, I suppose I’ll loosen up a bit.”
I decided to do some brief training while waiting in the Dojo.
Today’s menu was Fist Technique.
Starting with Crushing Fists, Piercing Palms, and straight punches, I went through various Fist Technique forms one by one.
Each time my fist tore through the air, a sharp sound crack echoed throughout the Dojo.
I continued the basic movements without pause.
Wait.
Something felt off.
My body… it felt lighter.
And the power flowing through my fists far exceeded what I normally generated.
If my body yesterday had been a competent sedan, today it felt like a sports car that shot forward the moment you stepped on the gas.
“What’s this? Am I just in good form today?”
No.
My body’s instinct—honed by decades of martial arts training—told me otherwise.
This wasn’t a matter of conditioning. My fundamental specs themselves had risen.
“I need to take a measurement.”
I went to the storage room and retrieved the Grip Strength Meter.
A specially made one with a digital gauge.
Ever since the age of Awakened Ones began, these heavy-duty measurement devices had become commonplace.
“All right. Let’s see.”
Crunch.
The moment I squeezed the meter, the dial shot up wildly.
When I saw where it stopped, I doubted my own eyes.
“What…? 512 kilograms?”
512 kilograms.
I thought something had to be wrong, so I squeezed it again—the result was nearly identical.
Let me put this in perspective.
Among ordinary humans not Awakened, peak grip strength is known to be around 100 kilograms.
100 kilograms means you could crack a walnut in one hand with that kind of grip.
The kind of grotesque strength that lets you crush an apple or watermelon just by squeezing it in your palm.
World armwrestling champions, strongmen—human weapons in that league hover around there.
But me right now?
I’d surpassed gorillas.
A silverback’s grip strength averages somewhere between 380 and 420 kilograms.
“I’m stronger than the silverback brothers?”
I was stronger than those mountain ranges of muscle that uprooted trees in the animal kingdom.
512 kilograms meant I’d already far transcended the limits of the human species.
Then an old memory surfaced.
“Wait. Park Gang-chan’s grip was 289, wasn’t it?”
I’d measured Park Gang-chan’s grip strength once out of curiosity, and it came out to 289 kilograms back then.
That was the grip strength of a top-ranked player who regularly climbed past the 50th floor of the Tower.
It’s almost funny that he still got beaten down by me, but…
Now I was hitting nearly double that number.
“This is… incredibly reinforced.”
I tried to trace the cause.
Had my Awakening combined with my Outer Energy to create synergy? Or had my Outer Energy realm itself ascended?
Level 40.
My Level had skyrocketed in just days, and my physical specs rose in tandem.
On top of that, the Outer Energy I’d accumulated over decades seemed to have been multiplied exponentially.
Outer Energy is a martial art that strengthens the body itself.
Inner Energy training was impossible in this life due to job restrictions, but Outer Energy was at least viable to some degree.
I’d honed it steadily over all these years.
I never thought Awakening would amplify it this much.
The Level-up booster meeting the Outer Energy engine—my growth curve had suddenly turned vertical.
“At this pace…”
My mental calculations sent a chill down my spine.
At this rate, it wasn’t mere fantasy to think I could catch up in this life to the realm of Outer Energy I’d reached in my past life.
By the time I cleared around the 50th floor, that is.
A level it had taken decades to reach in my past life could be replicated in this one through Tower climbing.
“Even just reaching the 10th floor…”
By the 10th floor, I’d have perfected the Blade-and-Sword Invulnerability—a body bullets wouldn’t even pierce.
Even now I deflect most blades, but at that point the grade would be entirely different.
“At around the 20th floor, I could probably withstand an anti-materiel rifle, couldn’t I?”
An anti-materiel rifle.
A human who could catch that vicious thing designed to pierce armored vehicles with bare hands.
At this point, he was less a human being and more a walking fortress.
“Hmm……. But now that I think about it.”
A troubling thought suddenly occurred to him.
This Outer Energy.
It was the very same Outer Energy he was currently teaching to Park Gang-chan and Yu Hye-yeon.
The fact that this kind of insane synergy emerged when an Awakened One mastered it had now been verified.
But if this technique leaked out, that would be a serious problem.
By the standards of his past life, this was exactly the kind of secret transmission that fell under Non-Human Non-Transmission.
Martial arts passed down not to anyone, but only to those with the vessel to receive them.
In the martial world, sects were exterminated over a single secret like this every day.
Would the modern age be any different?
In an era where the combat strength of Awakened Ones directly translated to national power, a cultivation method that multiplied an Awakened One’s strength several times over was exactly the kind of thing every nation’s intelligence agency would scramble for.
It was precisely the sort of asset that would make them desperate.
“I’ll have to impress upon those two the importance of keeping this secure.”
Park Gang-chan especially worried him—the man had never been known for keeping his mouth shut.
Yu Hye-yeon was more reserved, but her agency was a major conglomerate, which meant there was a real risk of information leaking in that direction.
They’d need to keep their mouths sealed not just about the training itself, but even about what they were learning.
Though if it did get out, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
The real problem was that the secret transmission also required knowledge of pharmaceutical formulation—though that, too, could be reverse-engineered if someone managed to obtain discarded materials. If they analyzed the supplements he’d used and discarded, they could eventually figure out the formula.
That was the troublesome part about it.
“Hmm……. I suppose I need to think this through more carefully.”
He had no intention of turning his martial arts dojo into a spy thriller setting.
“Master. Dinner is ready.”
Just then, Shi Ha-rin’s voice came through.
“Ah. The meal’s prepared?”
Let’s eat first, then.
He could ponder this later—over a bowl of kimchi stew, if need be.
* * *
Something larger than a mountain was walking.
Whether the word “walking” even applied to such a colossal form was itself questionable.
A single foot was the size of a soccer field, and each time it came down, the earth trembled.
A Calamity-Class monster—one that could erase an entire village from the map with each movement.
The kind of existence that appeared only in the higher floors of the Dimensional Tower, far beyond the scale of human comprehension.
Boom! Boom!
With each advance, the ground itself rippled beneath the creature’s weight.
Standing before it, blocking its path, was a single human—smaller than an ant by comparison.
It was Park Gang-chan.
“Haaaa…….”
Park Gang-chan drew in a deep breath.
And then.
“Beast Avatar!”
Crash!
His body began to swell and expand with the roar.
Ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters.
In an instant, his form swelled to a size that rivaled the monster looming before him—as vast as a mountain range.
Simultaneously, his flesh began to transform into the shape of a beast.
Steel-like fur that covered his entire body, limbs transformed into those of a predator, and two eyes blazing with fierce radiance.
The boundary between man and beast dissolved, and a mythological giant beast descended upon that place.

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