Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 106



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Episode 106

Despite having nothing left but his hands, the guy accepted my situation cheerfully, as if he didn’t care at all.

-Well, it’s hard to surprise my friends who teased me for not being chosen, but whatever! I’m just grateful that I can move again.

I slowly brought up the main topic to the guy who was diligently moving his fingers on the floor while making a fuss.

‘Is your goal to build that tower too?’

Somehow, thanks to all my knowledge, I was able to convey my voice to him at least, even though it was difficult to hear his voice.

So, when I asked him that question, he started writing with his fingers much faster than before.

-Of course! We are the ones who have to build that tower! Telling us not to build the tower is like telling us to die. Do you understand?

Even though there was only a hand, let alone a face, in that sight, it seemed as if the guy’s eyes, sparkling with madness, were clearly visible, so I couldn’t help but click my tongue right away.

‘These kids are almost like fanatics.’

My obsession with the tower was almost on a par with that of any fanatic I knew of in the Holy Land.

That’s why I wanted to hear from him at least the reason why he built the tower.

-Why build a tower? Of course, it’s to go to the god in the sky!

The guy’s words only left me with a sense of confusion.

‘God? Is the God you believe in up in the sky?

-Yes! And watch your words, it’s not just that our God actually communicated with us from up in the sky!

The speed of the square was almost the same as speaking, so much so that a cloud of dust rose up.

When Leona, who had been watching quietly from the side, started coughing, she realized that this was not going to work and immediately asked Dracolich.

“Can’t we make something like a record board?”

[Hmm… …I can make something similar.]

In this situation, it would be difficult to quickly create things like paper or ink, no matter how magical it was. The dracolich groaned as if thinking for a moment, then quickly created a blue-glowing board and a long stick.

[I tried to make it similar to this with magic. If you want to erase the contents, just rub it with your hand.]

I handed it over to the guy right away, and he seemed to be happy with it, so he grabbed the board with his short wrist and started writing while making a clicking sound with his hand.

-Oh, magic! I guess I have a skilled magician with me. Has God blessed me with something?

Of course, the guy seemed to think that all his thought circuits were connected to that god, and that even the magic of a healthy dracolich was a blessing from the god that had been bestowed upon him.

It was starting to get a little weird, but in other words, it meant that these guys were obsessed with their god.

I continued to ask him questions, valuing the little bit of information I had gained.

‘So, you guys keep building the tower to reach God, is that it?’

-Yes! Our God has always communicated with us from the sky, so if we go to the sky, wouldn’t we also get closer to God?

I don’t know if he’s just some idiot pretending to be a god, or if he’s actually something like a god, but either way, judging by this guy’s reaction, it was clear that there was something in the sky.

Is that why the Bone Fortress guys are building towers like that?

‘Then why don’t you just build one tower? Why are you building so many towers? If what you say is true, you can reach the god by building just one tower anyway. Wouldn’t it be better to focus on just one tower?’

-That’s… well, isn’t it a matter of different perspectives from person to person?

To my question, the guy answered like this.

-Some people say that if God builds only one tower, He won’t be able to see it, so we should build more towers. On the contrary, there were those who said that we should build them so big that He can’t help but see them, and that’s probably why the first tower we built collapsed, haha!

In the meantime, I was intrigued when someone mentioned that they knew why their tower had collapsed.

Since the quest itself is closely related to the events of that world, it would be a good idea to learn a lot about the first tower.

‘The first tower? Are you talking about the tower you were crushed to death on?’ – Oh, you know? That’s right! Somehow we gathered our opinions again and built the tower, but in the end, the tower collapsed! So we have to build the tower again, so that we can reach God!

Up until then, this is what is written in the quest.

What I’m curious about is why.

‘Do you know by any chance why the tower collapsed?’

When I asked, the hand of the guy who had been writing on the record board until just a moment ago suddenly stopped.

Everyone was surprised by the guy’s reaction when he suddenly stopped writing, and then the pen in his hand broke.

Quagzak!

The hand that immediately started writing on the floor as soon as it broke the pen seemed to be in a state of panic for a moment.

-Oh, I’m sorry! I was so emotional when you suddenly asked me that.

But in the meantime, Dracolich muttered in confusion.

[Is it possible to make something with my magic so easily… …?’]

Only then did I realize the situation and look at him.

Even though Dracolich has become undead and deteriorated, it is still a dragon race.

When it comes to magic, she is a race that no one can match, and her magic has reached an even higher level after becoming a lich, so it is clear that her magic is stronger than that of players of the same level.

Would you destroy something that a Dracolich created with just your evil powers just because you were angry?

‘… … There’s something.’

After all, it simply seemed like these guys weren’t human like us.

And the Bone Fortress, which has been dealing with these guys for almost a year, must not be unaware of that fact.

Let’s leave the tower thing aside for a moment and think about these guys.

‘No, it doesn’t matter, we can just make it again.’

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-Oh, that’s good. Most wizards have bad personalities, and they make a fuss about making something like this. Can you make them make it again?

‘… …She is my daughter.’

At those words, the dracolich blinked at me with its large eyes… … but I tried to ignore it and looked at it.

As if it had worked, the bastard paused for a moment, then grabbed the new pen Dracolich had given him and began writing an apology to me.

-Oh! I thought the composition of the record board and pen was perfect. As expected, you are a wizard who grew up under a great person like you! I never imagined that there would be someone like you who grew up among other narrow-minded and rude wizards… … .

‘Stop saying things you don’t mean.’

-I’m sorry.

Of course, I didn’t say that without any calculation.

It looks like the guy doesn’t really want to talk about why the tower collapsed.

Then shouldn’t we open our mouths?

‘To do that, we need to build a relationship first.’

Although he is an undead with only hands, he is ultimately my only ally who holds the information of this world.

It means that there is nothing good about turning someone into an enemy.

That’s why I kept talking to him to get to know him and get to know him better.

-That’s right, that’s why when that guy first came back to life, he cursed at me for being a brat who couldn’t do anything but play rock-paper-scissors!

‘Your character is rotten.’

A story about a friend of the guy’s who seems to have been resurrected by the Bone Fortress.

-I had a daughter like you too… …I don’t know where she is now.

‘I might have been resurrected like you.’

-I hope so. But what if he forgets me?

‘I hope that doesn’t happen.’

-Thank you.

A story about a guy’s wife and child before he died.

In this part, he seemed to feel rapidly close to me.

Actually, since I don’t have any family, I reacted similarly to how I did to the subordinate who came to me for counseling because of his family.

Anyway, after talking like that for a few hours, his tone changed to one where he seemed to completely trust me.

-I only have my hands left, but I can still sleep. Is this also part of your ability?

‘No way. Go to sleep.’

Perhaps because the mind was still that of a fully-fledged human being even though only the hand remained, the guy began to lie still and not move, as if he had fallen asleep even in the state of the hand.

The undead are sleeping… … Certainly, the guy was strange.

‘It’s a problem if only this guy is special, and it’s also a problem if all the guys are like this guy.

The fraud that goes on is not much different from that of a normal human being.

However, the power it emits is worlds apart from that of humans, and its magical power is surprisingly familiar to the point that it is recognized quickly.

But compared to that, he doesn’t know his own condition, he doesn’t know that he’s undead, and he even sleeps.

I have never seen a race like this in my original world.

‘What the heck.’

While I was worrying like that, I received a call from another undead.

The guy who had infiltrated the Bone Fortress guys, none other than himself.

‘……i get it.’

Just in case the Bone Fortress guys found out that he had left behind evidence, he made them come back to me.

The message that the skeleton relayed to me as I came back up above ground using Dracolich’s magic was quite shocking.

Other undead are also just like this guy with only a hand left, and despite being undead, they can sleep and feel emotions, so they are essentially no different from humans.

If that were all, it would have been a bit bland, but the skeleton guy who had infiltrated brought back one more piece of pretty good information.

‘There was one guy among those undead guys who looked the tallest.’

While all the other undead were moving and carrying materials to build the tower, there was an undead that just gave orders and didn’t move.

Not only that, but when the Bone Fortress guy who seemed to have resurrected the undead came, he even had a conversation with him.

‘I almost got caught, but it was still a great harvest.’

In addition, judging from the fact that the clothes he wore were relatively more extravagant than those of other undead, it is possible that he had a higher status than them even while alive.

Anyway, now that we have the information, it’s time to put it to use.

As I went straight down to the ground, the guy who noticed my arrival immediately started writing on the board.

-Didn’t you say you had something urgent to do? Are you done already? You’re so fast!

I guess I should ask this guy, who is incredibly talkative even when he’s writing, if I say I saw a special person.

I thought about it that way so I asked.

‘I saw a guy wearing fancy clothes a little while ago. Do you know him?’

Anyway, it seemed like that choice wasn’t a good one.

-what?

Still.

As soon as I saw the broken record board again, I had a bad feeling.

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