The Regressed Necromancer Prepares for the Apocalypse - Chapter 4

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The Returned Necromancer Prepares for the End — Episode 4

“This Arena really is something else, I tell you…….”

The Arena during the Tutorial Season is a peculiar structure indeed.
From the outside it looks like an ordinary stadium, but once a quest is announced and a set number of Players enter, the interior transforms into various landscapes according to the quest.
Sometimes it’s a dark maze, sometimes the deck of a ship in the middle of the ocean, and sometimes—like now—an ordinary field dense with grass.
Another remarkable feature of the Arena is its connection to the media.
Fundamentally, the Arena prohibited the entry of recording devices, yet curiously, as if it were itself one massive platform, it could link freely with the internet and terrestrial broadcast networks.
Because of this, it wasn’t uncommon for Players to take advantage of the Arena’s properties and become Streamers.

“That’s exactly why everyone’s so crazy about the Arena! You can watch content more vivid than any reality show for free, and you can even sponsor your favorite Players.”

In the Arena’s spectator stands, two men conversed at leisure while observing the field.
They were Scouts from a mid-tier guild, keeping careful watch over this Arena—and for good reason, since there was no telling when and where a promising prospect might emerge.

“Oh! It’s starting.”

* * *

The moment the quest window appeared, the Players inside the Arena sprang into motion.
Most of them, clumsy and tangled together, scrambled frantically to seize the Discs.

“That’s mine!”
“Watch it!”
“Ugh!”

Yet even snatching a Disc was no easy task for F-rank Players. Awakening overnight didn’t make them superhuman like the rankers.

“Damn it!”

Still, some stood out amid the chaos—those who had Awakened early and undergone Player training.

“Fireball!”

A female Player who had Awakened to the magic class unleashed successive Fireball skills toward the Discs.
And her performance was laid bare before both the viewers and the guild Scouts.

– Whoa, that woman’s been targeting clusters of Discs from the start, hasn’t she?
– Yeah, F-rank has low mana capacity

The viewers cheered as they watched the standout Player perform.

“Fireball, you say…… Attribute magic? It’s been ages since I’ve seen a mage class.”
“Find out that girl’s name and affiliation—now!”

There was also a male Player working in a team, methodically destroying Discs his subordinates brought him with his bare hands.

“That guy’s the grandson of the Haetae chairman?”
“The old man even set up a guild and threw money at him—I’ve never seen money wasted so lavishly.”
“But thanks to that, his Disc-destruction rate is fast, isn’t it?”

The viewers watching expressed discontent.

– Boosting from the start.
– No wonder rookies are desperate to join guilds.
– Yeah, getting a dragon from the gutter like the first generation did seems impossible these days.
– Still, destroying a Disc in one hit is impressive. The others need two or three attacks to break one.

While the Scouts and viewers were busy watching and chattering among themselves, they spotted a single Player in an instant.

– Hey. What is that Player?
– A Spiritualist? A Tamer?
– That’s a skeleton!

Whiiiiishhh!
Led by Sado, five Crow Skeletons homed in on the Discs hanging in the air like trained fighter jets.
Top to bottom, right to left, and back again.

Crack! Snap!
The Crow Skeletons, moving with blinding speed and surgical precision, were shattering every Disc that appeared—outpacing the other Players at every turn.

“Damn it! I lost it!”
“That was mine… ugh!”

Even Players equipped with flight or long-range capabilities threw themselves into the effort.
But the Crow Skeletons, seasoned in aerial combat, were simply beyond their reach.

“This is ridiculous…! Here, take this!”

An Archer-class Player, finally losing patience, drew a bead on Sado and nocked an arrow.
But then—

“Excuse me.”
“Ah!”

The bow shattered before it could even fire. Another Player standing nearby had destroyed the weapon with a single well-placed kick.

“What the hell are you?”
“Me? Their master.”

The Player who had materialized before him was still a young man, his youthful features unmarred by age. He wore almost no proper equipment whatsoever.
Yet the archer felt every nerve go rigid.

‘This bastard… he destroyed my bow in one hit.’

In the Arena, as long as the Clear condition is met, there are no other restrictions. Naturally, disputes between Players over who would Clear first were common as dirt.
Some Streamers had even built their broadcasts around capturing these kinds of Player collisions and conflicts.
But that was typically the domain of C-rank and above Arenas, where Players had already leveled up considerably. From the F-rank Arena—the debut stage—it was rare for anyone to commit to a specific gimmick.

“Do you have any idea who I am, picking a fight with me like this?!”
“You’re the one who picked the fight.”

The archer had tried to assert dominance through intimidation, but Do Jin was unmoved.
The posturing of an F-rank Player barely registered with him.

“You dare aim a weapon at my Minion?”
“What?”

The archer flinched at those words, but he had no chance to respond. Because—
Thwack!!!
Do Jin’s fist launched the archer clean across the Arena floor.

“Guh…!”

A few spectators nearby were whispering as they watched the scene unfold, but Do Jin surveyed the spectacle with perfect composure, his thoughts running their course.

‘My body’s still heavy. I’ll need a better warm-up opponent.’

With that thought, Do Jin set his sights on the next target.
A fool who didn’t even realize he’d become the hunted.

“What? Those skeletons were yours?”

A party that looked nothing like novice Players was bearing down on Do Jin.
They closed in slowly, tightening the circle around him.

“Listen, kid. You don’t seem to know, but the Arena has its own rules.”
“Right? If you try to hog everything for yourself…”

The Players surrounding Do Jin exchanged meaningful glances.

“You’ll learn the hard way!”

A coordinated assault launched by multiple Players at once.
But what crossed Do Jin’s lips was a smirk.

– Hey, look there. It’s a PK.
– He summoned those crow skeletons, didn’t he?
– But what class lets you summon skeletons like that?
– A fresh Player finally shows up, and of course it’s those guys.
– But fair game. Those skeletons are wiping out all the Discs right now lol

Meanwhile, the viewers were watching Do Jin’s situation unfold. The chat exploded in an instant.

– Those are the guys who’ve been hunting down rookies from way back, right?
– Guild lackeys, bastards
– They wouldn’t dare touch anyone with backing lol
– But did the Necromancer class even exist?

That same question rippled through the Scouts’ ranks.

“I’ve never seen a Necromancer before.”
“The movements look like a Warrior type, though?”
“Could be a Player who came in as a Necromancer’s bodyguard or stand-in.”
“But that skill with the Minions is considerable. Half the Discs are already destroyed by those skeletons?”
“Managing summoned creatures while fighting other Players simultaneously? That doesn’t make sense.”

Their doubts weren’t unfounded.
An F-rank Player capable of commanding Minions and engaging in close combat at the same time?
It defied logic.
But if by some chance.
If it were true.

“The major guilds will move soon enough.”

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Slash! Crack!
Sado pierced a Disc right in front of him with his beak and shattered it. Immediately after, the other crow skeletons each attacked a Disc with their beaks in turn.

Bang! Bang! Crack!
Perhaps due to their smaller size, the other skeletons couldn’t destroy a Disc in one blow like Sado did. As a result, the Discs began to move the moment they were struck, fleeing to different positions.

Whir! Whir! Whir!
It wasn’t just the Discs the skeletons targeted that tried to escape. Every partially damaged Disc that another Player aimed for scrambled away from its position to avoid destruction.
The Discs dodged skillfully away from the Players’ grasp. And the Players gave chase, trying to destroy them.
Sometimes collision erupted between the Players themselves.
All of this was what made the Arena a spectacle for the viewers to behold.
And at that very moment, the viewers’ attention had split precisely in half.

– Wow, that big skeleton is awesome!
– One hit, one kill lol
– Since it’s a raven-shaped skeleton, it’s catching that flying target pretty well.
– The smaller ones are herding those dodging discs.

The spectators in the stands felt the same way.

“Remarkable. Don’t those skeletons’ movements resemble how real birds hunt in formation?”
“At first I thought the smaller skeleton was clumsily missing the disc, but looking closely, it’s actually blocking the disc’s path or body-checking it and passing it to the leader skeleton.”

As they spoke, their gazes shifted slightly — toward the swarm of Players employing tactics similar to those of the skeletons.

“It’s the same strategy as the Beast Guild.”

While some watched as the raven skeletons monopolized and destroyed the discs.

– Five, six, seven!
– How many Players has he taken down now?

There were viewers cheering as they watched Do Jin fighting simultaneously against multiple Players.

– Look at that. Not a single item drop.
– Just grinding Players for fun lol
– Has to be special forces or actual combat training right?
– Started with small fry, but why’d so many show up?
– Skeletons stole their discs so they came to complain and look what happened lol
– This is hilarious hhhhhhh

What the viewers were saying was true.
Only a few Players had initially picked a fight with Do Jin.
But after Do Jin had beaten down everyone who came looking for him.
The promising recruits from the major Guilds came to find him themselves.

“Those skeletons are your minions?”
“Keep it reasonable, would you?”
“Show some awareness and play fair, yeah?”

From their perspective, the complaint was warranted.
The Arena’s structure was fundamentally competitive by design.
Let someone stand right in front of you and you’d watch your achievements get buried in an instant.
And it was likely they’d meet this Player again in other Arenas down the line.
So best to establish dominance here and now.
It was only natural that this conclusion emerged among the Players.

“Quite the nauseatingly cozy competitive society, isn’t it.”

Mobs descending in groups, circling one man, hurling accusations and malice.
And spectators beyond the stands and screens watching it all, hungry for drama.
In that moment, Do Jin felt it again — and the feeling spilled from his lips wrapped in a thin smile.

“Yeah. I’ve really come back.”

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