Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 201



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Episode 201

What should I do?

Should I pull off a surprise attack right away?

Or should I wake up those guys who are sleeping now and attack them?

At that time, such thoughts were going through my head.

[I’m warning you in advance, I hope you don’t wake those two up.]

The god of memory spoke softly.

[If I wake them up, I will have to erase all of their memories and turn them into idiots.]

“……What do you want?”

It was a chilling statement.

[I told you, I just wanted to talk to you.]

Even after saying such chilling words, the God of Memory acted and spoke as if he were a child.

[… … Let me say this in advance. Yes, I am one of the foreigners who made Southern forget about it.]

Phew!

For a moment, boiling anger seemed to consume my body.

The evil spirits that were rising madly in all directions enveloped my whole body and I ran towards the guy.

Bam.

[stop.]

finger.

I see a finger in front of me.

Wait, why am I doing this?

[I’m so excited. Sit down and cool your head again.]

At those words, I obediently returned to the chair behind me and reminisced again.

Just now clearly… … .

“……!”

Phew.

As soon as I remembered those words, anger engulfed my whole body.

[Ah… … Really.]

Stop.

My eyes slowly open, accompanied by the sound of something breaking.

Right now… …what am I doing?

[I should have just not said that. The conversation is not going well at all.]

“……What do you mean?”

Just now, this guy revealed himself as the God of Memory.

And… … and.

[Wait a minute!]

Tub.

The god of memory suddenly covered my mouth with his hand and spoke in an urgent voice.

[Before you think about it, let me make this clear: I’m not doing this to antagonize you. Do you understand?]

“…….”

I nodded slightly, and the god of memory sighed deeply again and sat down on the rocking chair.

[Haa… … Where should I start talking?]

Buck buck.

The sight of the boy nervously scratching the back of his head didn’t really match the appearance of a child.

[Yeah, Southern. I guess I’ll have to start with that guy.]

The God of Memory sighed and hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, thinking about each word one by one.

[Southern… … The reason that guy was forgotten was partly an accident, but partly intentional.]

“……Was this intentional?”

Why on earth?

What did that guy have to do, burning his own existence to the ground, to just disappear like this?

I can feel my face quickly turning red with boiling anger.

My breathing becomes ragged and my hands start to shake.

[… …Calm down.]

Click.

Before I knew it, I was holding a glass of cold water with ice cubes floating in it in my hand.

After taking a sip of it, I barely came to my senses from the ice-cold insides of my body.

[Every time the story of that Southern guy comes up, I think the story can’t progress like this.]

“……sorry.”

After finally calming down, the god of memory rocked the chair back and forth again.

[You said you were designated as the successor to the God of Death.]

“right.”

Shururuk.

Seeing the talisman wrapped around his right hand, the God of Memory nodded, slightly surprised.

[You may have heard, but even before you came, there was already chaos all over the place because of the Decaying Death. And Southern… … got caught up in the chaos.]

“……That guy.”

I held the cold cup filled with ice in my hand.

A chill ran through my hands, but my heart still showed no sign of calming down.

“How did you get involved in this?”

[Foreigners who felt that death was gradually declining rejoiced at the thought that death might disappear, but there were also those who wanted to eliminate death more thoroughly and quickly. Representative examples were the God of Oblivion, the God of Existence… … and the God of Dolls.]

God of dolls.

It was a name I was hearing for the first time, but it was a name I would never forget.

[Those guys who hated and loathed the very concept of death hunted down anything that left behind the remains of death, and as a result, there were a lot of casualties in the tower you belonged to. But you probably won’t remember it.]

“……oblivion.”

The god of memory nodded at those words.

[The guys who were managers there might not have forgotten… … but to them, someone who fell victim to the foreign media’s rampage was probably too trivial to be remembered.]

Suddenly.

My teeth are chapped.

[……are you okay?]

“I understand. It’s just hard to accept.”

Regardless of the higher-ups not liking it, it was inevitable.

I too, have been one of those people. There were times when I couldn’t remember the names of each and every one of the people who died.

I know it’s ridiculous for me to curse at them.

but.

Even so, that feeling never went away.

I just know that I have to delete it, so I delete it.

“…….”

[I’ll tell you as I know it’s true.]

Bit by bit.

The god of memory, who had poured ice water into my cup again, continued speaking.

[I know that when you enter the tower, you have to give up everything. Is that true?]

“……right.”

[Even though I threw everything away like that… … it seems like there was still some remnants of you left in him.]

Squeak squeak.

The sound of the rocking chair echoes through the silence.

[It was just a tiny trace left by the long time we spent together… Even though it was a trace smaller than a piece of salt dropped in the ocean, the god of oblivion found that trace and killed Southern.]

Gulp gulp.

The cold water I drank cooled my insides, but the heat that was burning my whole body did not subside.

[Fortunately, that guy was quite skilled and was able to endure it… … Thanks to that, I was able to see him right before he died.]

Flash.

At those words, my eyes turn to the face of the god of memory.

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[I wish I could kill you instead. Unlike the others, I knew that one day you would come to me… … With that belief, the guy threw himself at me.]

Sarak.

The god of memory took out a book like that.

Unlike before, the book appears to be very dense and contains numerous records.

[And now, it is time to choose. Morse.]

Clang. Clang.

Letters from the open books fall out and surround him.

The letters that circle around him, emitting a golden glow, form a certain arrangement and embroider certain characters into the air.

[One is to kill me now.]

Sasa sasa sasa.

In my hand, I was holding a small dagger that was shining golden.

[If you kill me, you will definitely be able to stop your information from spreading to other aliens. If you return to the tower like that, you will probably be able to regain your death and destroy all aliens.]

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

Fear creeps in.

It’s like bragging, like acting like you’re not afraid of death, but in reality, you’re shedding tears and forcing yourself to hold back the trembling.

I said to the god of memory with those wide-open eyes.

“The other one.”

[… … The other one is, don’t kill me.]

Passssss.

The dagger I was holding in my hand disappears.

[I am a foreigner after all. That is why I fear death, and also because I am connected to the concept of memory, and the opposite side, the god of forgetfulness, will spread your information… … Maybe the foreigners will unite much faster than you think.]

but.

As he said this, the god of memory took a deep breath.

[By promise, I will give you memories.]

“…….”

[The words that Southern had, the memories he had, the words that he wanted to tell you. And… … .]

Sarak.

The god of memory who got up from his chair.

[The truth that only Southern Man has discovered, that you don’t know yet.]

“……under.”

Just in case, I asked again.

“I’ll tell you in advance, but you probably already know why I came here.”

[……okay.]

If so, it was so mean.

Betray the tower, or abandon Southern’s memories.

In the meantime, I already knew what I was going to choose.

“Keep your promises.”

Whoosh.

As soon as I threw away the dagger in my hand, the God of Memory collapsed into the rocking chair.

[… … Just a moment. Let me rest for a moment.]

Phew, phew.

He took a deep breath, panting, and then he sighed in relief as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief he had conjured out of thin air.

[Do you think it’s fatal?]

“no.”

As I said that, I stood up and looked down at the God of Memory.

“You can’t say that a choice made to survive is fatal.”

[Unfortunately, the reality is that there are more people who are not like that.]

Shake, shake.

The god of memory, who had been rocking the chair back and forth like that, soon spoke as if to tell me to keep that in mind.

[… … This is a contract between Southern and me.]

That voice, so solemn and solemn, echoed in my head so clearly that I couldn’t forget it even if I wanted to.

[In exchange for the transfer of memories, I have borrowed his name to gain one life. This applies not only to Southern and me, but also to you, Morse, if you break this.]

Phew.

[I will confiscate the memory that was passed on to you. This will be realized in the name of the memory, not in my name.]

The god of memory, who had spoken up to that point, immediately stood up from his seat.

[… … It was a short time, but it was nice meeting you.]

“I hope that next time we meet, you will be mentally prepared.”

As a foreigner, he exists, and from my perspective, the next time we meet, we are enemies.

And I, most certainly, will be able to kill the god of memory.

Let’s recall that point, the god of memory nodded with a heavy face and said.

[… … Now that I think about it, it seems like I haven’t paid for the information I heard from you, so I’ll pay for it now.]

Sssss.

The god of memory who disappears in a halo of light.

[You will be urgently repatriated to the tower tomorrow. So, you can put aside your worries about betraying them.]

“what?”

What does that mean?

Just as I was about to say that, a voice came to my ear.

-… … Captain?

“!”

I turned my head to the unforgettable voice, and there was the face of a colleague I hadn’t seen in over ten years.

-Captain… … .

“……Southern.”

It was a sure thing.

I was completely worn out, had injuries, my hair had lost its color, and I looked older.

Without a doubt… … he was my comrade, the eighth assault soldier of our unit.

Southern was right.

***

A bookshelf filled with countless ancient books rises endlessly upward.

The center of the world of the god of memory, where he gathers and stores all knowledge, and where he resides.

In the middle of the library, the god of memory returns.

[……ha.]

As soon as he returned, the God of Memory lay face down on the floor, panting.

[It was… much… much… more… ugh, it was scary.]

death.

A fear that I had never felt when I only saw and heard about it in records.

My body trembled at the thought of it coming.

But it couldn’t stay like this.

Trying to somehow escape death was the best he could do as a god.

[Are you listening?]

That’s why he had to struggle.

[okay.]

Swish.

A woman like a snake walked out from behind the god of memory.

A woman wearing a dark dress with long flowing hair, but with an extremely bizarre expression and a long, snake-like tongue… no, a tongue that was really made of a snake.

[God of Oblivion… … How far has it progressed?]

[It’s almost done. In fact, you can just rush in.]

That woman was the goddess of forgetfulness.

[Then… …let’s go.]

The god of memory trembles and commands.

To somehow avoid the imminent death.

To see if there is even a glimmer of possibility, even if it seems meaningless.

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