Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 168



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Episode 168

The increase in rank brought about a much greater increase in power than I had expected.

For example, barbarians who don’t understand my language would back away just by looking at me.

“Ah, owaaaaaa!”

Until now, my undead could only use the powers they controlled, but now they can use deception like me.

[This is… … .]

[What is this? Ugh, it looks like something is moving!]

So many things have changed that the enemies before me have become so easy.

[34th floor… … .]

Already on the 4th floor.

It seems like it’s only been a day since I clashed with the god of faith, and I’ve already climbed this many levels.

Maybe that’s natural.

Because I cut down none other than God with my own power.

The fact that I had hurt a real god, rather than a demigod like the Star or Ouroboros, meant a lot to me.

That I have the minimum qualifications to challenge those god-like guys.

It was not in vain that the star spoke of reaching the end of the demigod.

And above all-.

‘That you can kill foreign news.’

That was the most important thing.

The foreigners I’ve killed so far have not revealed their full power, but have only projected their power onto some of the people inside the tower.

So even though I cut down and blocked countless foreign news outlets, strictly speaking, it was not a fatal wound to them.

‘But with this power.’

Hururuk.

The sword held in his right hand rippled with energy.

‘It might even be possible to strike at the very heart of the foreign media.’

The god of corruption tried to indirectly descend into the realm of the tower by using the sacrificial altar.

At that time, I destroyed the sacrificial altar and stopped the bastard from descending, but strictly speaking, I did not harm the bastard directly.

But this time, if it is this power that I have awakened.

If only I could make direct contact with the guy’s power.

‘Kill me.’

This time, I’m going to kill those annoying foreign correspondents.

It wasn’t just the god of corruption.

God of solitude, God of love, God of transcendence… … .

After cutting down the countless gods that Henet had been blocking, and making all their power mine.

‘Even the rankers are defeated in one breath.’

Of course, there was more to do before that.

The third and fourth realms that I have yet to recover, as well as the fifth realm that I was previously unable to use due to lack of skill.

And the three foreigners who wiped out Southern’s existence, the foolishness of the days outside my tower.

Even a foreigner named Barbato ran away, abandoning Geralt and Ariasel.

Only after killing them all will you be able to hit the rankers.

‘… … It’s been a long time.’

It feels like we’ve been running for quite some time, but there’s still so much left to do.

But that didn’t stop it.

That’s why-.

“When are you coming out!”

I shout at them again as I cross the gate.

“Foreign news-!”

There must have been foreign journalists who came in secretly, hiding their identities, that Henette was unable to stop.

I wanted to subdue them at least, but they seemed to have completely disappeared into the shadows.

-Ugh, creaky!?

Perhaps because of that frustration, only the innocent monsters in front of me died in horrible ways.

-Keaaaaak!

[Morse, come to your senses.]

Towards me, the spider was the first to speak.

Knock knock, knock knock.

The undead he handles, the eye spiders, climb up my shoulder and poke my head.

“……I’m fine.”

[A normal guy would turn a corpse into an undead and turn it into a mess like this?]

Only then did my gaze turn downward.

It had a human appearance when alive, except for the head of a crocodile, but its entire body was torn apart as if it were ripped apart in all directions.

“……Ahem.”

Coughing, I immediately injected the poison.

As I gradually rose through the ranks and reached the third realm, the undead I was reviving were also gradually changing.

Charrrr.

The body of the guy who was clearly torn apart is reassembled with a skein of magic, and soon, although incomplete, it maintains its original appearance as it was when alive.

And the pale body is slightly visible beyond that.

[Please don’t be so picky.]

Towards such an undead, Lena stands next to me with a smirk.

Next to him is an undead that looks vaguely like a skeleton, but overall it is more like a bipedal monster that is closer to half dragon than human.

Lena said, while leading the dragon soldier.

[If it’s my father, I’m sure he’ll shake off all these worries before long.]

As I watched Lena smiling brightly while saying that, I felt complicated emotions.

‘… … You’ve grown a lot.’

Until then, she still had the body of a young girl, but now she had grown to the point where anyone could tell she was an adult.

Long hair and the reptilian eyes typical of dragons, yet with a dignified appearance and a height that is now almost as tall as himself.

If you think about the fact that she will continue to grow bigger in the future, her appearance will continue to change as she ages.

[Huh? Why are you suddenly staring at me like that, Father?]

“It’s because I think I’ve grown a lot.”

Sigh.

The hand that was about to stroke her hair stopped and moved towards her shoulder.

[Oh, father?]

“Now, in times of emergency, I can safely entrust you with command of the undead.”

It wasn’t just her appearance that had grown.

Dracolich is a being that grows together with the summoner’s rank.

That meant that her power would now be as strong as that of a fully-grown dragon.

[Ah, it’s still not enough! Compared to my father… … .]

“You don’t necessarily have to be better than me.”

She is a dragon.

They are the strongest race, more arrogant than anyone else and standing higher in the sky than anyone else.

“If you did your best, that’s enough.”

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The best thing is that it will always be satisfying.

[……yes!]

Did I compliment you a little too much?

Suddenly, the membrane-covered wings that had sprouted from her shoulders began to flap.

[Organization complete!]

[This one’s all wiped out, Morse!]

Meanwhile, Geral and Leona, who had been out in front, returned.

Unlike Spider or Lena, these two did not have their own undead.

Strictly speaking, it is possible to lead them, but given the nature of those two, it is closer to the case that they did not.

Should I say that instead?

Leona’s sword mastery has reached a level where she can now use techniques that even overcome some of the constraints of space.

And surprisingly, Gariel was able to draw on the power of a giant himself for a brief moment.

Regardless of the fraud, this was possible solely because I had a perfect understanding of hybrid undead and giant undead at the same time as my rank increased.

So we all stepped into one realm.

Born as a human, he was given the bare minimum qualification to dare to fight against those lofty rulers of all things.

“Isn’t there anyone tired?”

When you ask a question knowing that you will get an obvious answer, the answer just pops out as if it were obvious.

[The undead can’t get tired!]

[Let’s sweep it away quickly!]

Hearing the jeers and jokes that are lingering, I continue to open the gate and go through.

“Let’s go!”

Kwaaang!

So, I climbed a total of five more floors that day.

It was only the second day since I had climbed to the 30th floor.

***

Tweet, tweet.

A cabin with sunlight streaming in dimly through the windows.

A woman opens her eyes to the sound of birds chirping at dawn and immediately gets up, reaching for the piles of papers around her.

“……Ugh.”

Bandit, bandit.

The woman got up, scratching her head, yawned widely with her mouth wide open, and began reading the piles of papers next to her.

Flap, flap.

The vines growing around her hold up the paper, which she quickly tidies up.

A quill pen on one table floats up and soon begins to scribble something on a piece of paper.

“You fell asleep again. Ugh.”

Her name is Bella.

The reason she was doing this was none other than her collaborator, Morse.

‘I didn’t know there was this little information about the God of Death.’

Her companion, the King of Cognition, predicted Morse’s true identity as the God of Death.

At first she couldn’t believe it, but she couldn’t ignore her companion’s guess, even if it was imperfect.

So, I started looking for that information, although I was half in doubt.

however.

“……Hmm.”

Her eyes, which had been drenched in sleep, gradually cleared.

Her eyes begin to become serious as she searches through countless piles of documents.

Numerous hypotheses and possibilities arise in her head, and she judges them by clashing with her original knowledge and common sense.

‘This is fake too, this one is not.’

The more she searched, the more she found the information about the god of death to be strange.

Most of the information about foreign news was distorted or contaminated.

Most of the reasons for the distortion could be said to be the measures taken by the tower to prevent people from going crazy if they accept that polluted information… … .

Even so, the information about the God of Death was too clean.

Then, is it not a foreign news source?

It was quite possible that that would happen.

Since this tower is connected to countless possibilities and worlds, it is possible that information about one or two gods is out there somewhere, unrecorded.

If that god wasn’t the god of the grand concept of ‘death’.

‘There’s no way there wouldn’t be any information about this god. Moreover, the information that comes out from this side… … is mostly related to foreign news.’

death.

For players who climb the tower, the God of Death is an absolute must-worship entity.

So, if it had existed, there would have been many people all over the world who would grit their teeth and search for it.

Death is an inevitable fate that even rankers cannot avoid.

But there is absolutely no information about such a god in the tower, and what’s more, all the credible information that is revealed one by one is related to foreign news?

That means the god of death is also an alien god.

‘Then it’s understandable that this information isn’t revealed… … but why on earth?’

Then why are the managers of this tower, who are trying to drive out foreign media with open fire, just sitting still?

Why on earth?

As she continued to search with that thought in mind, an empty floor came into view.

“……her.”

All the information he had was gone.

She could have scraped together more information, but she decided to focus on the results she had gathered so far.

‘God of corruption.’

Although it was the result of numerous leaps and assumptions, she decided to send a letter containing the results.

‘That foreign news is the clue.’

So I saw the contact that arrived at the same time she was sending the envoy.

“……hmm?”

Morse leaps.

To the safe zone.

He appears in front of Bella, who sent him the messenger.

“Hey, this quickly!?”

“You called me.”

Just before she answered indifferently, he was about to say something.

Flap flap.

Another messenger flew in.

“……hmm?”

Morse, who had received two winged letters that had arrived by leaping through space, opened the messenger that had just flown in.

“Bella, I need to keep the results short.”

Inside it was written:

-If you received this letter, come straight to Sipmandaesan.

It was a letter from Pay.

And that means-.

‘It collides.’

It was said that the two divided demonic sects were now on the verge of becoming one.

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