The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 68

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Episode 68
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No matter how far I scrolled, all I saw were posts about Yi Museon.
Pleas for his return, speculation about his whereabouts, analyses of the Park Gang-chan incident.
It was almost unbelievable that one missing person could stir up this much noise.
[Title: Let’s be honest—without Yi Museon, there’s nothing worth watching] (208)
Author: ㅇㅇ
We need to admit what’s true.
Without Yi Museon, the Dimension Tower broadcast has become a total bore.
Even watching other streamers doesn’t hit the same anymore.
There’s no gambling, no Imperial Throne, no ridiculous commentary.
Just watching everyone methodically, carefully progress through the tower makes me yawn.
This is all Yi Museon’s fault for ruining our standards.
You’re responsible for this, Yi Museon.
ㄴ Sad but true
ㄴ Once you taste something intense, you can’t go back to mild
ㄴ It’s like eating spicy hotpot and then going back to plain seaweed soup
ㄴ How did we end up like this…….
ㄴ That’s why he needs to come back soon ㅠㅠ
And among all those countless posts.
One familiar username was leaving a comment today, just as it did every day.
[Title: When is Yi Museon coming back (D+7)] (99)
Author: Park Il-chim
It’s already been seven days.
I’ve been counting every single one.
I never knew a single day without him could feel this long.
The points I won betting don’t mean anything now.
Even if I settled up, I’d have nowhere to spend them.
I can only bet when he streams, right? So what’s the point?
Please come back.
I’m seriously going to miss my illustration deadline at this rate.
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ㄴ This guy’s back. Never misses a day, huh
ㄴ Park Il-chim = Yi Museon channel’s ultimate devoted fan, confirmed
ㄴ Just finish your deadlines, sensei
ㄴ But why is the fan art quality so high;;,
ㄴ He’s getting better through fandom lol
ㄴ Finish your work first, hyung. That’s what Yi Museon would want
Hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide were pacing anxiously before a broadcast channel with no one at the helm.
Meanwhile, the man at the center of all this commotion.
Was peacefully buried in research in the Acha Dimension, busily strengthening his corps of corpses.
No one had any idea.
* * *
During my time away from streaming, absorbed in research, I discovered a crucial fact.
The system had a clear loophole in its restrictions.
The system had been ironclad when it came to directly operating magical power or internal energy.
Just like when I first tried to use the Time Spirit Heavenly Descent Single Body Art and was blocked with an “Illegitimate Method” message.
But.
It had no restriction whatsoever on handling magical power and Qi through material or primitive means.
‘So that’s why limited practice of External Martial Art was possible.’
External Martial Art—absorbing medicinal ingredients into the body and training the flesh—doesn’t circulate Qi directly; instead, it transforms the body using materials as a medium.
That’s why the system turned a blind eye to it.
It was a fact I’d uncovered through various experiments with Yeo Han, the Alchemy Sect’s head, ultimately creating iron corpses, then digging deeper into several other techniques along the way.
And this discovery led to remarkable results.
—Congratulations, Lord. It appears you will be able to practice the introductory martial arts of the Ten Thousand Poisons As Desired Vajra Art.
—Excellent work, Yeo Han!
This was how our conversation went after I learned this.
By the way, I’d appointed Yeo Han as the sect leader of the Alchemy Sect.
She seemed to like it.
But let me return to the main story now.
The long-awaited Ten Thousand Poisons As Desired Vajra Art—what exactly is it?
It’s an External Martial Art from the realm of legendary divine techniques, even in my past life—one that commands poisons freely and forges an indestructible body.
I’d managed to learn its entry-level form, the Ten Poisons Return to Origin Body Hardening Art, by circumventing the usual material methods of toxins and physical conditioning.
‘If you underestimate something just because it’s entry-level, you’ll pay dearly.’
Don’t be fooled by the word “entry.”
This is a Peak-tier Martial Art, after all.
In my past life, martial arts had several grading systems.
Commonly they were divided into Third-rate, Second-rate, First-rate, Peak-tier, Ascendant, and Divine.
We called them Peak-tier Martial Arts, Ascendant Martial Arts, Divine Techniques—that sort of thing.
Peak-tier Martial Art. Doesn’t sound like much, does it?
Think again.
I’d stake my life on it: eighty percent of all warriors in the Martial World have never trained in a Peak-tier Martial Art even once.
Most warriors struggled even to glimpse First-rate techniques, let alone Peak-tier ones.
The reality for the ordinary martial artist was learning a handful of Second-rate or Third-rate arts and spending a lifetime with that.
In fact, the External Martial Art I’d been cultivating until now was Second-rate.
The Gold Medicine Body Art.
Its meaning: “Create a body as solid as rope, refined through medicine as precious as gold.”
Since it relied primarily on medicinal materials and contained no internal energy cultivation method—purely external—it was something I could actually train in this world.
Even with a Second-rate art, I’d hit 512 kilograms on the grip meter, surpassing even a gorilla.
So what would the Peak-tier Ten Poisons Return to Origin Body Hardening Art be like?
The effects had to be in a completely different dimension.
Jumping two entire grades from Second-rate to Peak-tier was no small leap.
And now.
I was witnessing those effects with my own eyes.
Click.
As I squeezed the grip meter with all my strength, the needle on the gauge shot up terrifyingly.
“780 kilograms?”
Even 512 kilograms had transcended human limits, and now I was at 780.
A gorilla? It already seemed laughably far beneath me.
‘With grip strength alone at this level, I could crush a small car with my bare hands.’
If grip strength alone had increased this much, what about the strength and durability of my entire body?
This was the moment I truly grasped the power of a Peak-tier Martial Art.
“Mm. At this level…”
A delicious thought suddenly crossed my mind.
“I might actually be able to use the External Family Fist?”
The External Family Fist.
A fist technique drawn from pure physical strength and conditioning alone, with no internal energy.
While my system blocks any arts that involve circulating qi, the External Family Fist is purely physical.
In theory, I could sidestep the system’s restrictions.
‘Which means I can finally throw a punch myself, don’t I?’
Until now, all I could do was command undead or wield spirits like limbs.
Using martial arts directly was locked away by the system.
But with the External Family Fist?
I could unfold the fist techniques of a warrior-god from my past life with my own hands—even if only half-strength.
“This is something special, isn’t it?”
I smiled with satisfaction.
It wasn’t just the army of corpse-walkers growing stronger—I myself was becoming steadily more formidable.
All those hours invested in research were paying off after all.
‘This is why you do deep-dive training.’
I’d feel a little guilty toward the viewers, but if I came back this much stronger, wouldn’t it work out?
The readers would be happy too.
Moreover, this External Martial Art could be used by ordinary people in the real world.
That’s what matters.
You don’t need to be an Awakened One to grow stronger.
It’s like some superhuman production project from a movie.
Though, to be honest, this isn’t entirely new—it already exists somewhere.
There are Life Enhancement Potions being sold by Haneul Nuri, for instance.
But then again, my techniques might be more effective than theirs, or better value for money.
Hmm. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think anything beats my medicinal External Martial Art approach.
Otherwise, a top-ranked player like Park Gang-chan wouldn’t have gotten this strong by training in my External Martial Art.
At the national level, shouldn’t they be providing top-tier techniques to the highest-ranked Awakened One they need to manage strategically?
There’s no way they wouldn’t.
The reality is, there’s nothing superior to the techniques I currently possess.
That much is certain.
So…… this could get a bit troublesome.
If Park Gang-chan demonstrates the effects of External Martial Art in the dungeon…… I’ll probably get contacted from all sorts of places.
Hmm~ that’s going to be annoying…….
No. Well. It doesn’t matter.
I’m holding all the cards anyway.
By now, it’s entered the realm of the impossible to kill me in reality.
Physically speaking, killing me is simply not feasible.
If I were alone, I suppose it might be different…… but I can summon my undead minion into reality in emergencies, so.
“All right then. Shall we do a little warm-up now?”
I’ve upgraded External Martial Art.
I ought to test it out.
* * *
“My medicine is here! My potion!”
“Oh, my lifeblood. My soul. My—whatever—honestly, X-ing vital stuff.”
The moment the broadcast went live, viewers plunged into raptures of joy.
The reaction was explosive—days of withdrawal symptoms vanishing in one blow.
-Dude’s back! We missed youuuuu ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
-Welcome back, dopamine supply chain
-I gave up counting how many days it’s been D+
-Every time this guy goes silent my heart goes thump-thump worrying what kinda mess he’s gotten into now
-Living water incarnate, welcome back
“Man, good to see you all~”
They’d waited for me so eagerly while I was gone—as a streamer, there was no greater reward than that.
“Where was I, you ask? Well, I did a little personal maintenance.”
-Personal maintenance? What’d you actually do ㅋㅋ
-This guy’s ‘personal maintenance’ = major disaster incoming
-Did you go tear up another Ghoul-level area or something?
“Come on now, everyone settle down. I turned on the stream today to show you the results of that maintenance.”
I grinned at the viewers.
“So here’s the thing. Today we’re hitting Floor 3.”
-Huh? Floor 3?
-Why Floor 3 all of a sudden
-But you already cleared Floor 3, even on Hard
-This guy cleared Floor 4 and now he’s going back to Floor 3?
-Did he forget or something lol
The viewers were baffled.
Fair enough—returning to Floor 3 after clearing up through Floor 4 did look strange.
“Ah, but there’s a reason. I’m about to announce today’s challenge.”
I paused for effect, then dropped the bomb.
“Solo clear of Floor 3—without using any undead!”
-Whaaaaaa!?
-Wait, what did you just say??
-A Necromancer not using undead????
-That’s like a chef cooking without fire
-Hold on, I recognize this smell…… this is familiar…….
-Smells like a gamble ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
The sharp ones had already caught on.
What this reckless declaration of clearing Floor 3 without undead truly meant.
Strip the undead away from a Necromancer—what’s left?
That’s exactly what I was going to show them today.
The External Martial Art and External Family Fist I’d honed and polished during these days of silence.

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