Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 175



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Episode 175

Thud, thud.

The man walked endlessly through the desolate place.

There seemed to be no destination.

It didn’t seem like he had any intention of doing anything in particular.

That expressionless man suddenly looked up at the sky.

“…….”

The sky was clear.

The stars of various colors decorate that place, which is as dark and beautiful as the blue night sea.

The man stood there blankly, watching the star.

‘……for a moment.’

And the star grew bigger and bigger.

In an instant, the star, which was nothing more than a tiny dot, grew to the size of a person, and then grew so large that it covered the sky, blocking it out.

[Hahahaha!]

Whioooo.

A storm raged.

[It’s you! It’s you!]

A sandstorm is blowing.

As the man’s face, which had been still looking up at the sky, turned back to the ground, a man with outstanding looks wearing a suit was approaching him.

[The new god who ascended to the throne this time! So, what kind of god are you?]

“…….”

With every word he utters, a storm rages and the earth shakes.

It had the shape of a human, but it felt so vivid that it was not human but was somewhere far beyond.

[Hey, it’s good to be quiet, but I wish you wouldn’t ignore me. Hey~?]

Swish, swish.

Even though he waved his hand in a friendly manner, the expressionless man just looked up at the sky again.

“……the sky.”

The sky he was looking at had already become so bright that the blue night sky was no longer visible.

“Don’t hide it.”

[Huh? What did you say?]

Ppaan.

As he was staring at me with his eyes wide open and pretending to put his hand to his ear, the man reached out his hand toward the sky.

and.

Whoosh-.

With a light wave of the hand, the once bright sky darkened.

‘!’

I got goosebumps.

What happened just now?

‘The incarnation of the foreign god… …? No, the very body of the foreign god in one hand… …!’

At the same time, the man in front of him also disappeared.

The raging storm subsided, and the desert regained its appearance.

Despite all these miracles, the man just stared at the sky.

As if he wanted nothing else.

There’s only one thing I can guess from that appearance.

‘… … this guy.’

The energy I have from him, even though it’s probably just an illusion.

It just felt like a scam.

“……hmm.”

That was when.

The face of the man who had been staring blankly at the sky turned around.

[Oh, really.]

There it was again, the thing that had seemed to have flown away just a moment ago.

Her hair was a mess and her clothes were covered in dust.

[You, you’re a new god, so you don’t seem to know much?]

Despite this, his face was filled with a smile.

A smile that burns with a sense of triumph.

[Then, as a senior, I should teach you something!]

“…….”

Puhwaaaaak!

The storm grew stronger.

As a huge sandstorm blew up, covering the sky in an instant, the man slowly clenched his fists.

“If it were you.”

He muttered as he looked at the god.

“Can you understand me?”

[what?]

Saaaaah!

And then, the vision turned pitch black.

‘Just now, that was… … .’

At the last moment, I felt it clearly.

The aura he gave off was clearly a fraud.

But it felt completely different from the scam I was using.

A much more primitive, destructive, and yet… … more powerful force.

How can I explain that strange feeling?

‘… … I want to be like you.’

The desire for great power stirred.

If only we could imitate that kind of fraud, it would not be just a matter of strengthening our power.

It was a power so perfect that it could be said to be death itself.

I felt that way instinctively.

‘What should I do? Should I overturn the foundation from the beginning?’

It was a space without a body or anything, but I still tried to somehow get my spirits up.

It was ridiculous, but I thought I should give it a try.

After struggling like that for a long time, my vision cleared up again.

Sssss.

The night sky spread out.

Unlike just a moment ago when the earth and sky formed a horizontal line, now all directions were filled with the night sky.

Yeah, like it’s floating in the sky.

“…….”

The man was floating in the air.

He wasn’t smiling even though he was looking at the night sky that was full of stars all around him.

[……death!]

Someone shouted at him like that.

[Death, we cannot accept it!]

No, it wasn’t one voice.

Hundreds, thousands.

Maybe tens of thousands? Hundreds of millions, maybe more.

A multitude of voices overlapped and overlapped, speaking to the man as one voice.

[We are noble beings. You are an unacceptable being to us!]

At first glance, it sounded like anger.

The whole sky was trembling and shaking as if it would break if just a little more force was applied.

“……You guys.”

But the man knew.

They weren’t just angry.

“Are you scared?”

This time, numerous non-overlapping voices were heard towards the man speaking like that.

[Nonsense!]

[On a shabby concept topic!]

[Still mortal!]

[Not worth dealing with!]

Sigh.

The man looked at his feet in silence as he listened to those voices.

There was someone floating there, seemingly asleep, with a peaceful expression on his face.

‘……ah.’

He was the one who had just fought the man.

Starting with the sight of him not moving at all, the things floating in the sky revealed their teeth.

[The sin of daring to apply that dirty concept of death to us!]

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Sling.

A thousand blades fall, a mountain falls.

Flames erupted, and in an instant, huge waves came crashing down.

A blizzard raged, and a great force pressed down.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands.

A multitude of forces surged towards him, speaking the words of the gods.

[You will repay with death the one you rule!]

And looking at that sight, the man just laughed.

Was that sight funny?

no.

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were not.

It was just a laugh that was close to a sigh.

“……I am.”

Sling.

Just as I was thinking that he was clenching his fist again, I heard a soft voice say,

“It’s not death…….”

Pfft!

And again, the sky darkened.

When my vision returned, I was back in the desert again.

But the surroundings had changed a lot.

“…….”

There was a body.

Some of them didn’t look human, and some of them were half-human.

Amidst the countless corpses, the man simply walked.

Step, step.

The sand at the man’s feet was blown away by the wind and made a rustling sound as it brushed against the ground.

Every time the man walked away, those who had not yet died made noise.

[A monster… … A monster… … .]

[Mortals… … Mortals… … !]

[Ahhhh!]

Only a few people spoke with any meaningful words.

The rest were just groaning, almost screaming.

[death…….]

In the midst of all this, a voice was heard from the sky.

[God of Death… … .]

[A new god is born… …!]

The fearful voice sounded like that of a believer worshipping a god.

A voice that borders on awe, something that only gods can express to mortals.

It was such a fleeting sight that it seemed like a delusion, but I was certain of it.

This actually happened.

[But remember… …God of Death!]

[We may not be able to defeat you, but we won’t be defeated by you!]

The man called the God of Death was calm.

[Your existence will be annihilated!]

[Forgotten and fleeting, never to be remembered by anyone!]

[No one can see, hear, or speak!]

And yet, receiving all that.

Just blandly.

He just looked at the sky.

[Someday, we will kill you!]

[With the death you have!]

And then, among the stars in the sky shouting like that, a familiar color appeared.

It was an ominous yet welcome green.

‘That’s… … .’

no way.

While we were talking like that.

Memories flow into my head.

Every single thing that happened just a moment ago is vividly recorded and recalled as if it were my own experience.

So now, at the end of the memory that will put the final dot.

“death…….”

With the last voice of the god of death, my vision immediately changed.

“……Ugh!”

Knock, knock.

Sweat was running down his chin.

How long have I been lost in these memories?

“ah.”

Now that I think about it, the sensation of it touching my body was also strange.

This is… …not the clothes I was wearing originally.

“You’re awake.”

In the meantime, a voice was heard from the side.

When I turned my head, a middle-aged man who looked quite old looked at me and smiled.

“I was worried because you didn’t wake up for a while.”

“……How much did I sleep?”

“About two days have passed.”

Two days.

How long has it been since I’ve slept this long, aside from when I was in critical condition?

While I was thinking like that, my vision gradually returned and I could see the scenery inside the room.

My clothes hanging on one side, and shelves filled with baskets filled with things like herbs and tree roots.

‘… … Is it something like a recovery room?’

Only then did I feel relieved.

Anyway, what on earth was that just now?

‘Memories of the God of Corruption… …is that it?’

Raised his hand.

The trick the god of death used just now still lingers in a corner of my mind.

‘Me too… …if only I could do that.’

Kuk.

I held his hand.

If only I could use that power, there would be no natural enemy for those aliens… … .

[What are you thinking about?]

“About the power I just saw…… Ah.”

Sigh.

When I turned to the right, I saw Cheonma standing next to the bed where I was lying, waving his hand lightly at me.

[I heard that you woke up and came to see. How is it?]

Now that I think about it, it was none other than Cheonma who showed me this memory.

That means, Cheonma also knows something about this memory.

“……How much do you know?”

I suddenly became curious.

How much does he really know?

Are there any facts in this memory that I don’t know about?

I wanted to know.

[… … Sir, can you step out for a moment?]

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it’s an important story.”

Swish.

At Cheonma’s words, the man next to me got up and went out.

Knock, knock.

Only with the sound of the door closing could I mention that sight with peace of mind.

“The foreigners judged that the deaths handled by the God of Death would be harmful to them, and so they tried to kill the God of Death, but instead, they themselves died. Is that right?”

[They call it a war against death… … Ha! If you look at the reality, it’s nothing more than being unilaterally massacred by that guy.]

A laughing Cheonma.

“I don’t know about anything else, but now I know why the foreign press guys are so mean to me.”

Those guys are scary.

I hope I can regain the power of the god of death.

For fear that the power would be directed towards them.

That’s why they kept coming after me.

Because I didn’t want to die.

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