The Regressed Necromancer Prepares for the Apocalypse - Chapter 25

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The Regressed Necromancer Prepares for the End — Episode 25

Understand it.
Whether it’s an Arena or a dungeon, you survive only by grasping its nature precisely.
This was the iron law of Player Lee Do-jin.
It held whether he was a Spear Mage or a Necromancer.

‘My current state.’

Do-jin had no intention of revealing his identity in the Arena called the Whirlpool of Desire.
If it were just himself, that would be one thing—but he wouldn’t drag the Test Guild into this illegal gambling den, let alone the Hangang Group.

‘I can’t summon my minions. So what skills can I use?’

Do-jin had four skills: Death Aura, which he’d obtained before the Regression; Necromancy, his class skill as a Necromancer; Heart of Poison, gained during a quest; and lastly Minion Armament, received as a reward.
If he wanted to conceal his identity, he’d have to stake everything on his newly acquired Minion Armament.

‘In fact, when I first used it in the Arena called Rockfall Valley, Hong Jin-gu’s gang never caught on that I was a Necromancer.’

What items was Do-jin carrying right now?

‘Pyramid (B+), Hecate’s Bracelet (A), Mithril Spear (A), and….’

The reward he’d received from the Arena where he’d first logged in after the Regression.

[Robe of Whispers (E)]

Description: Generates a barrier centered on the wearer, weakening enemy attacks by 30%. Additionally, restores the wearer’s expended Mana at low probability.
Category: Wearable
Effect: Barrier generation, Mana recovery rate increase (+0.0001%)
Restriction: Limited to magic-type Players

‘Not bad for a first-place reward from an F-rank Arena.’

But Do-jin had never used this item. There was only one reason.

‘It’s a hassle. I’d rather just run around like a team with my undead.’

No matter that he was a Necromancer now, Do-jin had originally been a Spear Mage.
For someone like him, equipment such as a robe was nothing but cumbersome.
But what about Hae-won?

“Hae-won.”
“……?”

Hae-won was gritting her teeth in the tank for fear of falling off. She couldn’t even answer properly when Do-jin spoke to her.

“Put this on.”

Ownership Transfer request confirmed
Target item: Robe of Whispers (E)
Owner: Player Lee Do-jin → Player Seo Hae-won

Do you consent?
Yes / No

Items acquired through the shop system or as quest rewards were fundamentally different from objects crafted by people in reality.
Regardless of whether a Player possessed an Inventory, once an item was acquired, only that Player could ever use it.
Therefore, if one Player wished to use another’s item, there was no way around it—both parties had to consent fully, and ownership had to be transferred entirely.
Just as Lee Do-jin had done when he handed his item to Tyron not long ago.

“Agree, hurry!”
“…!”

Seo Hae-won stared in bewilderment at the window that had materialized before her eyes.
Seeing it, Lee Do-jin shouted again.

“Headbutt the ‘Yes’ button!”
“…Yes!”

Caught off guard by his impossible instruction, Hae-won reacted on pure instinct—she rammed her forehead straight at the selection window.
The fact that she managed to hit the ‘Yes’ option cleanly while the tank swayed beneath her was little short of miraculous.
In that instant.

“Huh?”

The Robe of Whispers, an item created by the system, activated the moment ownership transferred to Hae-won.
It shimmered into existence around her like a three-dimensional hologram unfurling in empty air, then draped itself onto her body automatically.

Player Seo Hae-won, item acquired.
Item: Robe of Whispers (E-rank)

Player Seo Hae-won, item effect activated.
External impact reduced by 30%.

“What… what is this?”
“Can you handle it now?”

Lee Do-jin flashed a grin from beside Hae-won.

“……”

He was right. Until moments ago, the violent vibrations of the tank and the crushing air pressure had made even standing and breathing a struggle—but now…!

‘This… this is manageable!’

Watching the shift in Hae-won’s expression and bearing, Lee Do-jin nodded to himself.

‘That should hold us for now.’

At the same moment, Lee Do-jin swept his left arm in a wide arc.
With inhuman speed—too fast for any Player’s eye to track—he withdrew a small Crow Skeleton from the Pyramid.
Before the Crow Skeleton could fully reveal its true form, he drew it beneath the sleeve of his outer garment and warped its shape.
Bone-carved wings and sickly green Mana twisted and interlocked with eerie precision.
What remained on the Necromancer Lee Do-jin’s forearm was nothing but a protective cuirass forged from bone and Mana.
This was the true power of Minion Armament.

Clang!!!
And the cuirass of Minion Armament deflected the competitor’s strike with stunning ease.

“Hmph! An armor item?”

With those words, the Player swung the chain and retracted the axe attached to its end—a member of Bandit.
He was one of them.
In the chariot he rode, one man held the reins while another gripped a large shield.

“A team with clear divisions between offense and defense.”

Lee Do-jin assessed the Bandit team coldly. At the same time, his gaze swept across the other chariots.
All the chariots in the Arena were thundering forward at full speed.
The two eliminated at the race’s outset had vanished from sight, but four chariots pressed on.
Yet a gap was forming—some pulling ahead, others falling behind.
The chariots of the two-person and three-person teams favored as champions in the broadcast booth were clearly in the lead.
The chariot carrying Lee Do-jin and Seo Hae-won, along with one other, was slowly losing ground.

“Moving ahead despite the added weight—they must be veterans of the Whirlpool of Desire quest, cleared many times over.”

The chariot’s horse was artificial—in other words, a Quest Steed created by the quest itself. So it ran the racecourse exactly as the quest dictated.
But Teams 1 and 4 were different. They were clearly manipulating the Steeds, driving the chariots with skill.
That was the difference between their team, which merely gripped the reins and held on, and these masterful handlers.

‘I need to learn the trick.’

The trick to controlling a Quest Steed.
At that moment, one of the chariots that seemed to be pulling ahead suddenly slowed.

……

No—it hadn’t slowed. A Player watching their surroundings had simply used an item.
Bang!

“Aahhh!”

A tremendous impact hammered into the chariot carrying Lee Do-jin and Seo Hae-won!
Park Dong-hun, the Player on Team 1, had swung an Expanding Iron Mace and struck the Quest Steed.
The Steed survived destruction only because Lee Do-jin leaped up from the chariot and swept the mace aside, halving the blow’s force.

“…So. A top-tier D-rank Player after all.”

Cursing himself for failing to block the attack completely, Lee Do-jin dropped back beside Seo Hae-won.
Sneering laughter from the frontrunners.
To judge by their expressions…

‘They think Hae-won and I are already finished.’

Then again, thinking it over, there were endless varieties of gambling on matches like this.
For instance, wagers on how many competitors would be eliminated.

“That’s not how this ends.”

An ordinary Player might have lost heart at such brutal tactics.
But Lee Do-jin was no ordinary Player.
He was humanity’s survivor—one who had already witnessed the world’s end and remained alive even when everything around him sought his death.
So what was his advantage as a Player?

……

Lee Do-jin’s eyes flared, suffused with sickly green Mana. His gaze swept across the entire chariot racecourse in one breath, sharp and predatory.
And where did his sight settle next?

“……”

It was none other than Do-jin’s own colleague.

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Meanwhile, the emotion flooding Hae-won’s mind as she watched the spectacle unfold before her eyes was simple.
Fear.
A terror so consuming that had she not been clenching her teeth against the tank’s vibrations, she might have bitten through her tongue.
It was nothing like the fear she had known before—the dread and helplessness that came with violence and coercion from adults.
This was not something slowly erased from memory, but rather as if a blade had been pressed to her throat this very instant……!

“Hae-won.”

Yet almost immediately, a large, warm hand patted her shoulder.

“……”

But her throat felt strangled; no words would come.
The frustration was suffocating, ready to burst from her chest, yet an overwhelming pressure bore down on her entire body, keeping her frozen.
And yet the face before her remained calm and self-assured.

“……”

In a situation where nothing could be seen ahead.

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