The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67
Episode 67
An exclamation of admiration escaped my lips before I could stop it.
At this level, even four solid mid-tier rankers throwing themselves at us wouldn’t stand a chance against the Huk Baek Musang alone.
But then.
Every strength comes with a price.
When I examined the information window more carefully, something caught my eye.
“The Ghoul Bronze Corpse consumes…… one hundred Dominion Power just by itself?”
The regular Ghoul Bronze Corpse had cost twenty, but promoted to full Steel Corpse, it had jumped five times over.
It was a brutal maintenance cost for the power gained.
“Wow…… One hundred? If I upgraded all six to Steel Corpses, I’d be spreading myself thin?”
If I converted all six to Steel Corpses now, I’d be burning through six hundred Dominion Power.
That was more than my level-forty Dominion Power could reasonably sustain.
‘Maybe I should keep just a few strong ones and downgrade the rest….’
I was still tapping away at the numbers when.
“Master.”
Huk Musang called to me quietly.
“Please…… withdraw the Dominion Power binding us.”
“Hmm?”
I didn’t understand what he meant.
“Please reclaim the Dominion Power you’ve invested in us. It would lighten the burden on you, Master.”
Baek Musang and Ho Poonghwan-u bowed their heads in unison beside him.
They were asking to be freed from control, yet they were requesting it anyway.
“My lord, that won’t do.”
Jegal Yuyeon stepped forward in immediate objection.
“Dominion Power is the leash that binds them. If you withdraw it, there’s a risk they’ll defect. No matter how loyal they appear, you should keep the safety mechanism in place.”
It was a judgment worthy of a strategist’s caution.
He wasn’t wrong.
Dominion Power was a systematic chain that forced Intelligent Undead into servitude, after all.
If I removed it, theoretically the Huk Baek Musang could betray me.
But.
I studied the Huk Baek Musang and Ho Poonghwan-u for a moment, then opened my mouth slowly.
“Loyalty isn’t proven by a leash.”
“My lord…….”
“If I have to bind these ones in chains because I don’t trust them, that’s not a master-servant relationship. That’s just slavery.”
I immediately withdrew the Dominion Power binding the Huk Baek Musang and Ho Poonghwan-u.
Whoosh.
The chains of necromantic force that had shackled all six of them unraveled and slipped away.
Now these creatures were no longer systematically bound to me.
They were free to leave whenever they wished.
But.
Neither the Huk Baek Musang nor Ho Poonghwan-u.
Wavered even slightly from their place.
They remained bowed respectfully before me.
Even with the leash removed, there was not the smallest shift in their loyalty.
And in that moment.
Ding.
A system message appeared.
[You have achieved Voluntary Servitude.]
[From now on, you bind them in servitude without consuming Dominion Power.]
“Oh…… This exists too?”
Servitude without Dominion Power.
This meant I could maintain all six Steel Corpses without worrying about upkeep costs.
It was getting their strength while economizing on maintenance—truly the best of both worlds.
“Thank you for trusting us, Master!”
Huk Musang cried out in a voice thick with emotion.
Baek Musang and Ho Poonghwan-u dropped to their knees in unison, showing their respect.
“If I couldn’t trust you, who could I trust?”
I chuckled softly and helped them to their feet.
“Let’s do this well together from now on. We don’t need chains between us.”
A master who binds subordinates with chains is not the kind I am—I lead through the heart.
That was the way of the Martial God in my past life, and the Necron Emperor in this one.
‘Heh. That’s rather heartwarming.’
Jegal Yuyeon, watching from the side, wore a slightly startled expression before his face settled into a quiet smile.
The face of someone who had received an answer that pleased them.
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Self-Reclamation. This really was an absurdly broken skill, wasn’t it?
Now that I’d revived Yeohhan, I felt the true power of this ability anew.
It completely restores the self of the dead.
Beyond merely animating a corpse, it reclaimed all their memories, personality, and knowledge intact.
Just look at Yeohhan.
His identity and sense of self as a Song Dynasty Daoist were wholly resurrected, and in just three days he’d produced Steel Corpse Medicine as if by magic.
Of course, being in an undead state meant the revived subject wasn’t entirely satisfied with the arrangement.
Still.
When I thought about it, the applications were endless, weren’t they?
Every single day, corpses from countless dimensions tumbled into the Multidimensional Corpse Pit.
Among them were surely individuals who’d possessed tremendous power in life.
What if I restored their selves?
Rather than mere walking corpses, I’d be acquiring entire legions of subject-matter experts for free.
“It’d be a waste not to exploit this.”
I immediately began converting the corpses I’d pulled from the Multidimensional Corpse Pit into undead.
Then I applied Self-Reclamation to each one.
Screech. Screech.
One by one, the vacant eyes of the undead began to gleam with awareness.
Murmurs arose from all around—”Where is this place?”, “Was I… dead?” and the like.
It was quite the spectacle: beings from different dimensions and eras, opening their eyes in the same place for the first time.
And here was something interesting.
Those who recovered their selves in this way didn’t consume any Dominion Power when I set them loose in the Abyss Dimension to work.
“Oh. These ones don’t need Dominion Power either?”
Apparently it was because they possessed autonomous will.
Since the system didn’t need to hold them by force, there was no maintenance cost in Dominion Power.
Though it wasn’t quite the same as Voluntary Servitude, like Huk Baek Musang.
It felt more like… free residents living on my land? To mobilize them for combat, I suspected I’d still need to spend Dominion Power.
That was probably the answer.
Still, perhaps grateful for being brought back to life, most readily stepped forward to work under me.
Dead, then alive again with nowhere to go—there was no reason to refuse when their benefactor offered employment.
However.
Not all accepted their new existence with satisfaction.
“I… I despise this feeble form.”
Some took issue with being in a “walking corpse” state.
In life they’d been capable warriors or fighters, but now this inferior body could only manifest eighty percent of their former combat strength.
It was enough to wound anyone’s pride.
“I wish to grow stronger. To be as I was before.”
“So do I. I cannot endure this weakened form.”
Requests like these began pouring in one after another.
Transform us into Bronze Corpses, grant us better bodies, handle all these grievances—and that wasn’t all. Some wished to return to death itself, while others were tormented by the sensation of perfect clarity in mind yet complete numbness everywhere else.
‘Hmm. This management is getting more complicated than I expected.’
With only one or two, I could handle them myself, but reviving the selves of five hundred corpses arriving daily quickly became overwhelming.
How to deploy so many Intelligent Undead, how to manage them, who to strengthen—
Some kind of personnel management system had become necessary.
So for now, I stopped creating Intelligent Undead.
The ones already created numbered forty-three, including Bihallat and Yeohhan.
“Hmm. This is becoming quite bothersome.”
In my past life I’d been a one-man sect, so I’d never actually managed a faction—these petty administrative duties were proving rather irksome.
But there was only one solution.
“Jegal, my strategist!”
“Yes, Sect Master. You called for me?”
“Set up a management system for these people. Categorize those who’ve regained their selves, assign talented ones to suitable roles, handle enhancement requests—that sort of thing.”
In short, I dumped the entire mess squarely on his shoulders.
“…You’re leaving this with me again, then.”
Jegal Yuyeon covered his mouth with his fan, his eyes carrying a look of half-resignation.
“Well, you see, this sort of work really needs someone capable to run smoothly. A brute like me would just bungle the whole thing.”
“That’s… difficult to refute.”
“Right? As they say, people make all things possible—so long as our strategist here takes the lead, I can rest easy.”
“Eloquent as always, I see.”
Jegal Yuyeon sighed and snapped his fan shut with a crisp gesture.
He complained, sure, but he knew in his bones that the man would deliver—which meant he could dump the whole affair on him without guilt.
“Just tell me if you need more hands. I’ll have any buildings you require constructed.”
“I’ll hold you to that. The invoice will be quite substantial.”
‘Heh. A truly capable subordinate certainly knows how to follow up.’
In any case, the personnel management of the Abyss Dimension had now fallen entirely into Jegal Yuyeon’s hands.
I could focus solely on growing stronger, while my capable strategist ran the domestic affairs.
Now that’s what I call perfect division of labor.
So I spent a good amount of time putting the interior in order.
Meanwhile, the internet was burning up.
* * *
The Si Ling Wu Zun Channel community was hell on this day as well.
It had been days since the broadcast went dark.
The community boards were flooded with desperate pleas from fans suffering withdrawal symptoms.
[Subject: When are you coming back, Si Ling Ham~~! I’m dying!!!] (312)
Author: DopamineAddictionTerminal
Hyung, you can’t do this to us.
Jacking up our dopamine and then ghosting us—that’s cheating, isn’t it?
My hands are literally shaking from withdrawal right now.
Food has no taste, sleep brings no rest.
Please come back, hyung.
At this rate, someone’s actually going to die.
ㄴ Lol, you again. Same guy dying every day.
ㄴ But seriously, this time it’s been pretty long. How many days now?
ㄴ It’s been almost a week since he cleared floor 4 and vanished.
ㄴ Did he really max level right after hitting Mythic tier and just disappear?
ㄴ This guy always pulls some stunt and then goes silent.
ㄴ When he comes back, I bet he’ll bring some ridiculous new thing lol
Another thread was burning hot as well.
[Subject: What the hell is Si Ling Wu Zun even doing???] (521)
Author: ChekChekScholarFanClub
He won’t go live and hasn’t said a word in days.
Is this bastard cooking something up again?
My gut tells me this is definitely big trouble in the making.
Last time he went silent, he came back with Ghoul Bronze Corpses or whatever.
I’m already terrified to think what insane thing he’s developing this time.
ㄴ Yeah, dude, this guy’s silence = he’s making something. It’s a law.
ㄴ ChekChekScholar’s been quiet too lately. Seems like he knows something.
ㄴㄴ ChekChekScholar’s just the guy who drops 1 DP and watches from the sidelines lol, what would he know?
ㄴ But seriously, where did ChekChekScholar go? He’s disappeared too.
ㄴ Wait… are those two working on something together???
ㄴ Conspiracy theory incoming lolololol
ㄴ But did you see that on Park Kangchan’s broadcast? He used some monster as a backdrop.
ㄴ Real talk, Si Ling Wu Zun’s outer technique or whatever—what even is that?
ㄴ This guy corpse-commands but also powers up people? That doesn’t make sense.
ㄴ At this point, his job isn’t necromancer—it’s just con artist.

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