The Regressed Necromancer Prepares for the Apocalypse - Chapter 36

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A Necromancer Regresses to Prepare for the Apocalypse – Episode 36

As Do Jin became a Necromancer and steadily grew his army of minions, one thought crystallized in his mind.

“Being a Necromancer is basically like commanding an army, isn’t it?”

Now that he thought about it, Do Jin had picked up stories before the Regression from Spiritist and Monster Tamer colleagues.
The more contracted minions you accumulated, the more overwhelming the mental burden became—that’s what their classes were like.

– Role distribution is absolutely critical in combat. I can only move within the limits of my remaining mana.
– Since these creatures have emotions, sometimes they compete with each other. When that happens, I feel like a babysitter trying to manage children.

Fortunately, undead had no emotions, so Do Jin was spared that particular headache. But there was something else—a Puppeteer colleague had complained plenty about it.

– When you have multiple creatures that don’t talk, you have to inspect each one individually after combat ends. If you don’t maintain them properly and something goes wrong in actual battle… ugh.
– Golems and chimeras only move when you give direct commands, so controlling two or more simultaneously is nearly impossible. Most of the time, you focus on one and the other falls apart.

But none of this applied to Do Jin. His extraordinarily acute Mana Sensitivity and superhuman precision in Mana Control saw to that.
And there was one more thing.
His highly developed Multitasking ability.
As a Spear Mage, casting spells while engaging in close combat was second nature to him.
Before the Regression, he’d had to cut through battlefields alone against countless enemies, so Multitasking had developed naturally over time.

‘It’s more manageable than I expected.’

He imagined this was what the top gamers had displayed before the Arena was ever built—that same quality of Multitasking.

‘Was that what I saw in those gaming streams between shifts back then? I remember being amazed watching it.’

Half of Do Jin’s attention—one eye, one ear—remained fixed on the enemies before him. He parried the incoming spear blades, deflected them, and occasionally counterattacked with precision as he held off three opponents.
Meanwhile, his other eye and ear stayed locked on the undead he was Remote Controlling.
Like a man with multiple monitors running simultaneously, Do Jin’s mind never stopped churning, processing the situation and issuing commands.

“……!”
“Huff!”

The Intruder players, trained in shadowy work like assassination and abduction, barely made a sound. At most, they let out the occasional light kiai.

“You’ve gone to all this trouble breaching the Arena, and still you stay quiet.”

If anything, Do Jin seemed like the chattier of the two sides.
Yet still, four spears moved in concert, pressing him hard.
The Intruder Leader’s Dual Spears flew forward, their tips aimed blatantly at Do Jin’s throat and heart.
A woman’s Crescent Blade assisted the assault.
She repositioned to defend against any counterattack Do Jin might launch at the Leader.
Meanwhile, a man’s Halberd worked to scatter Do Jin’s focus.
From behind, he targeted Do Jin’s apparently defenseless back.
A three-player coordinated assault, as if drilled for years.
The length of their spears was nearly identical to Do Jin’s Mithril Spear, so any advantage from reach was out of the question.
Moreover, the Intruders, the Leader foremost among them, were among the elite of E-rank players. All of them Level 25 or higher at minimum.
The organization backing this operation had sent only the most skilled warriors they could field to an E-rank Arena.
And yet, from Do Jin’s perspective—

he could see them.
The direction their gaze shifted before their bodies moved. The unconscious tells.
The concentration of mana that registered separately behind each feint.
The subtle shift in rhythm before the strike.

Thanks to the Mana Sensitivity he’d awakened, the Mana Control he’d honed over long years of survival, his Multitasking ability refined to a razor’s edge—half of Do Jin’s mind calculated all of it with surgical precision.
Meanwhile, the other half of his mind remained tethered to the constant stream of reports flowing through his neural link, maintaining unbroken command.

The flying Raven Skeletons would occasionally break from their assault to climb higher, reporting on the enemies’ movements.
The smaller Goblin Minions moved with subtle precision across the center of the battlefield, relaying the opponents’ every shift and pivot.

And Do Jin, drawing on this constant stream of intelligence, would predict the next phase of combat and issue orders to his servants accordingly.
Which direction to move, which opponent to strike first, how long to hold a position—everything.

An endless flow of tactical reports from the undead. Layered atop it all: the ongoing demands of his own battle.

‘All three of them seasoned fighters. They’ve been breathing together for a long time—undoubtedly experienced players.’

Their skill was respectable. Likely their potential was too.
If he could bring them in as allies…?

An unexpected impulse bloomed suddenly in Do Jin’s mind.
When he’d gone to recruit Hae Won as an ally, he’d stumbled upon Hong Jin Gu and the other criminal-background players he hadn’t anticipated meeting.
Since then, the intelligence they provided about the Arena and players had proven valuable enough that he’d maintained the connection.

‘Perhaps these ones too could prove useful?’

To alter the Future of Destruction, he needed to make choices different from those of his first life—didn’t he?
Every capable ally mattered. Even one more made a difference.
And a skilled player he hadn’t recognized in his first life? All the more so.
Why turn away someone because their past wasn’t spotless?
Hadn’t all the traitors from before his Regression come from the upper echelons of society, people who’d earned everyone’s respect and trust?

“…….”

Complex thoughts flickered through Do Jin’s mind.
And finally, he made his decision.

– Don’t kill them yet. Lock them down.

In the same instant, Do Jin dropped his center low.
Pivoting on his left leg as his anchor, balancing his entire body on that single point.
He thrust the Mithril Spear upward while sweeping his right leg in a wide, vicious arc, scattering all three players’ spears in one fluid motion.
In the moment that followed.

“Agh!!!”
“Arrrrgh!”
“Kyaaa!!”

Three distinct cries, from three different directions.
These weren’t the screams of fighters weathering the familiar assault they’d endured for minutes now.
These were shrieks of shock—the sounds of people caught off guard by an entirely unexpected ambush.

“……!”

The Intruder Leader’s posture shattered under the simultaneous rotational strikes from above and below, and for just an instant, his gaze shifted to an unexpected quarter.
It wasn’t where the priest or the mage had been.

“……!!!”

Beyond Do Jin’s line of sight, the ninth player who’d been observing this entire exchange—
The Watcher’s position.

‘Now!’

Do Jin launched himself forward like an arrow loosed from a bowstring. His target was—
It was a woman wielding a Crescent Blade.

“…!”

In that instant, the trio’s formation shattered.
Do Jin’s choice to target the female player was simple—in a moment where life and death hung in the balance, it made tactical sense.
The two men had taken the offensive.
She was supporting their momentum from the rear.

‘Break the flow first!’

And from about then on, something had been subtly grating against Do Jin’s senses.
It wasn’t a thought about the intruders’ circumstances.

‘What is that? That shimmer-like thing?’

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