The Regressed Necromancer Prepares for the Apocalypse - Chapter 13

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The Necromancer Who Regressed Prepares for the End — Episode 13

“Hey, Lee. You holding up okay?”

His frame, easily topping two meters, was solid as bedrock, and his dark skin bore scars across nearly every inch.
Yet he carried a smile perpetually at the corners of his mouth.

“These days, the body is currency. Literally, I mean it!”

Humanity’s last Healer-class Ranker. America’s Tyron Maxwell.
A powerhouse who, despite his Monk classification, possessed such extraordinary Stats that he’d proven himself formidable as both a close-range dealer and tank.
Yet after cultivating goodwill with Kim Su Ho of the Cosmo Guild, he’d later been betrayed by him and suffered grave wounds.
A tragic hero who’d endured the aftereffects of those injuries his entire life, only to meet his end in suffering.

‘He comes to this Auction House.’

And here, he would meet Kim Su Ho and forge a bond with him.
The very man who would push him toward death.

‘That’s not happening this time.’

Before his Regression, Do Jin had heard the story directly from Tyron—why he’d made the journey to Korea’s Auction House, and how he’d become entangled with Kim Su Ho.
The chain of events, the very reason for their connection.
Do Jin would claim that bond for himself.
It was the true purpose for which Do Jin had come to this Auction House alongside La Hee.
It was then that La Hee handed him something.

“Take a look at this. It’s the catalog of items scheduled to go on the block today.”
“…….”

Do Jin accepted the list in silence and unfolded it.
Watching him, La Hee exhaled softly.

‘Unconventional doesn’t begin to cover it… I never would’ve thought of an application like that.’

* * *

Kim Su Ho was not in a good mood.
Of course, thanks to his flawless social acumen, none who’d met him had discerned his true nature.
Yet his secretary, who had long served at his side, read the cold atmosphere his master radiated with acute sensitivity, and shrank back accordingly.
She understood precisely why his mood had soured.

‘Because of the Necromancer.’

Recently, the Cosmo Guild had been planning a spectacular debut for its trainees—by producing the largest cohort of official Players Korea had ever seen at once, they would cement their status as Korea’s premier Player guild.

‘Riding that momentum, the Cosmo Guild was meant to break into the global stage……!’

It had collapsed. Utterly collapsed.
Because on that very day, some deranged Necromancer had done something utterly deranged and stolen all the attention!

‘And of all places, the Under Arena—almost two years since anyone had logged in there!’

When the Necromancer’s stream first began, even the secretary had smirked. Here was some green, wet-behind-the-ears player overreaching himself, about to plummet into obscurity.
But then he cleared it.
In that instant, every other Player vanished from the public consciousness. Not just in Korea—across the entire world.

‘The project itself succeeded, yet the result became a failure.’

Player streaming becomes money. The world had no shortage of the absurdly wealthy to pull from.
Besides, even after a live broadcast ended, the System preserved the recording in full, and as its view count climbed, so too did the Player’s income in direct proportion.
Yet since the Necromancer cleared the Under Arena, the Cosmo Guild’s revenue had been cut in half…….
No—when accounting for the sums burned through producing that footage, the deficit was nothing short of catastrophic.

‘Other guilds and awakening societies must be bleeding just as badly.’

By the System’s nature, all revenue tied to streaming broadcasts went entirely to the Player. This was where it differed fundamentally from any platform humanity had built.
Moreover, the System existed as a wholly independent entity—there was simply nothing anyone could do, no matter how they tried to challenge it.
Since the Great Transformation, humanity hadn’t merely watched the System passively. They’d attempted contact and control in every conceivable way.
Yet every attempt had failed.
It was impossible to prevent viewers from watching the Necromancer’s broadcast.

‘Ha! Only the guild with a contract to that bastard is sucking the honey dry!’

Regardless of how they’d structured the distribution, it must have felt like money was literally raining from heaven.

“Anyway…….”
“Yes, Guild Master!”

The low, affectless voice that pierced through from beside him made Secretary Song stiffen, straightening his posture at once. Now was not the time to drift into other thoughts.

“You’re certain the item is coming up for auction here today, Secretary Song?”
“……There’s no doubt, Guild Master.”

Song Secretary’s mind raced. With the Guild Master already in such a foul mood, he couldn’t afford the slightest mistake.
Outwardly, the Guild Master was kind, sociable, and approachable.
But his true nature was that of Korea’s Ranker—a being who’d transcended humanity long ago.
And when that true self surfaced, there was no telling what might happen. He was dangerous.
Having survived this long as an ordinary person working at the Cosmo Guild, Song Secretary had come to feel this instinctively.

“Among the auction items offered by the Hangang Group, the one our guild absolutely must acquire is…….”

While Kim Su Ho and Secretary Song settled into their seats at the Auction House and conversed with one another, Players who’d flown in from across Korea and the world were methodically leafing through the auction catalog.

* * *

Do Jin, who’d entered a VIP room at the Auction House by virtue of being family and entourage of the event’s owner, was also casually reviewing the catalog.

“A Helmet crafted by Master Craftsman Choi Il Seop, a Longsword crafted by Master Craftsman Baek Nam Gyou, Full Body Armor jointly crafted by Master Craftsman O Jeong Soo and Mage Player O Chae Young…….”

Naturally, most of the items were handmade goods.

“This time we had quite a few skilled craftsmen complete their works. That’s why overseas Players are making the trip to Korea specifically to purchase equipment from us.”
“……I see. With products even bearing the touch of a Mage, it’s no wonder Players are flocking here in even greater numbers.”

Do Jin offered an appropriate response to La Hee’s words, then, after sweeping through the catalog, turned his attention downward through the VIP room window. Searching for his real target.
The second-floor VIP room where the two of them sat was a separately appointed space, much like the box seats of a theater.
Because it used specialized glass, privacy was guaranteed while the fixtures were arranged meticulously enough that there was no obstruction whatsoever in viewing the auction items.
Which made it an ideal vantage point for observing the other Players seated on the first floor below.

“…….”

Do Jin’s gaze moved with sharp precision.
While Koreans and Asian Players were overwhelmingly dominant among the crowd, the occasional Caucasian with blonde or red hair, Black Players, and those of Arab or Latin descent were scattered throughout.
One person in particular.

Do Jin’s low voice resonated through the silence.

* * *

“I’ll step out for a moment.”
“Is it that errand?”
“Yes. Wish me luck.”

With those words left for La Hee, Do Jin exited the VIP room and set off with purpose.
Had he walked out in the casual clothes he usually wore—the same outfit that had appeared in his streaming broadcasts—he would have immediately become a spectacle for every Player around him.
But La Hee’s coordinator had groomed him from crown to toe with understated elegance, and the refined mask provided for auction VIPs ensured that no one recognized him.
He made his way steadily toward the target he had identified.

“……What do we do?”
“There’s no help for it. If we’re pursuing too many targets, we’ll just have to abandon one.”

Two men sat in the general seating section of the Auction House before Do Jin’s eyes. One was a white man; the other, a black man.
From the black man, Do Jin sensed a familiar Magical Power.

“…….”

His face was incomparably cleaner than when they’d met before the Regression, his bearing composed and dignified.
Do Jin sifted through his memories.

It was at an Auction House in Korea.
My gold had run short, and I was on the verge of abandoning the equipment I’d been after—when I ran into him.
At the time, I was grateful. Thanks to him, I managed to acquire the gear I needed right then.
But I never thought about how that debt would come back to haunt me.

I had placed trust in someone I should never have trusted—
So Tyron Maxwell had said, pressing his hand against the wound in his side.
The wound that carried a curse never to heal.
The very thing that would ultimately claim his life.

“Pardon me.”
“……?”
“Who are you?”

The face of the white man beside him—Do Jin drew a blank. No memory of him remained.
After the Main Scenario broke loose, so many had died.

“It seemed you were discussing something about auction items. Might I join the conversation?”

Do Jin chose his words with care. He wanted things to start well with Tyron Maxwell.

“I was just troubled because I couldn’t afford the equipment I wanted here at the Auction House—but it seems another option has presented itself.”
“……Another option?”

Tyron Maxwell and his manager, Oliver Brown, regarded the masked East Asian man with guarded, measured looks.
No one shared advantageous information freely. This age was, and remained, a competitive one.
Yet one could not dismiss all information and close one’s ears entirely. Truth had a way of hiding among countless rumors.
The masked man said nothing more. He simply wrote a single word on his smartphone and showed it to them.

“……!”

One of Tyron Maxwell’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he read it.
Shop System.
The words that appeared on the smartphone screen.

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