Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 291



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Episode 291

Darkness is creeping in.

Washed away by the pouring rain, the darkness gradually brightens.

At some point, Morse realized that he was standing in front of a tombstone.

Swish.

Before Morse, who was kneeling, stood a huge tombstone with no words written on it.

In fact, no one’s body was buried underneath here.

Those who wanted to ask were already scattered to pieces, leaving no trace or corpses behind.

This was just a symbol.

A symbol created by Morse himself to remind himself that they existed.

Kagakak.

Morse’s fingers soon dug into the tombstone.

Blood flowed from the tip of his finger, but Morse did not stop and began to dig into the stone with his finger.

Each, each, each-.

One by one, one by one.

The names written in small letters are written one by one on the tombstone and the remaining one is left.

When it was time to write his name, Morse quickly wiped the rain from his eyes.

With his eyes calmer than ever, Morse muttered.

“……I swear.”

It might have collapsed originally.

No, it should have collapsed.

“I will survive.”

Morse at that time would not have known.

That it was his innate destiny to die, and that he was dyeing everyone around him with death.

That is why, like the god of death, he ends up driving everyone around him to death and dyeing the world with death as well.

“Until I see you all again…….”

And at the end, he falls into endless loneliness, self-loathing, and despair, and rots away.

In the end, now, from a fleeting existence like a speck of dust that will be consumed as just one axis that deals with death.

“Never.”

That it is the first moment of being born again as a god, going against the fate of death.

Crackle, crackle.

Time goes by.

Time, which had been flowing slowly, begins to pass quickly, like a clock being wound up.

Memories that come to mind in fragments in the fast-flowing time unfold before Morse’s eyes again.

“Save me…… Save me……!”

“Then you should have saved him then.”

Crunch.

The sight of someone leading a bunch of bloody, shabby skeletons somewhere.

“Or at least, you should have killed me perfectly.”

“Ugh! Please, please……!”

Thud thud.

The scene changes with the sound of bones and flesh snapping and bursting.

“……you?”

“My name is not important.”

Morse reaches out to a man rolling around in an alley, tattered and in rags.

All he could see was the iron crown on the man’s head.

“What matters is your intention.”

“……Lucas.”

The future emperor introduced himself as such and took Morse’s hand.

Looking at the sight, Morse smiled without realizing it.

‘Come back.’

Memories were coming back.

Memories that had been gradually accumulating were being engraved in his mind, layer by layer, as if they were being spurred on, and restored at a speed different from before.

And there was something more, a feeling of being solidified.

No matter what happens, no matter what you do.

The thought that I would never be able to get this memory out of my head.

As Morse opened his eyes, he thought about that.

“…….”

There was a child who was trembling.

A naked child with his hands clasped together and bowing toward his own feet.

Blood was oozing out from under the child.

And then, very quietly, a sobbing sound was coming out.

Sarak.

Morse bent down and reached out his hand to take the child’s hand.

A child who suddenly raises his head.

The child’s face was covered in blood.

There were bloody tears in his eyes, blood was flowing from a wound on his forehead that must have been stabbed countless times, and only pitiful groans that could not be formed flowed from his mouth.

“Ah…… ah…….”

“It’s okay now.”

Sarak.

Morse hugged the child.

Even though his clothes were soaked in blood, he continued.

“Your wish……will come true.”

God of memory.

Morse’s first disciple and benefactor.

His last piece was able to stop sobbing and smile only after hearing that answer.

“…….”

At some point, Morse realized that nothing was holding him.

The god of memory has disappeared.

By surrendering one’s body to death, one has ended unwanted suffering.

And Morse had no intention of granting the first wish of a believer to this extent.

Sling.

The clump of death in Morse’s hands stretched out thin and long.

It looked like Southern’s sword, or a Vedici dagger, or a Sadia cleaver.

However, the final shape that emerged was that of the longsword that Morse had always carried with him.

Saaa.

Mors’ face was peaceful as he swung the sword in his hand.

It was a familiar feeling.

At the same time, it was the feeling I missed the most.

and.

Hmph-!

Let’s swing the sword horizontally.

Tsk tsk-!

The background of Morse, which had been trapped in his memory, was cut away as if with a knife, revealing the shape outside of it.

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The world that had clearly been made of white paper and black letters was now welcoming Morse with the sight of snow-covered mountains covered entirely in white snow.

“…….”

It was so vivid that it felt like everything could be held in one hand.

What kind of world is this, and what power runs it.

There, where everything seemed so vivid and tangible, Morse spoke with a different voice.

“Get out of the way.”

Hmph!

As I raised my sword and swung it, the blizzard that was raging stopped.

As Morse walks forward, his feet creaking through the piled up snow, he senses the beings clashing in front of him.

The power of time and space.

And… …the power of the four seasons.

“Celestian.”

Morse’s legs bent as he muttered softly, and he soon kicked the ground.

Rrrrrrr!

As the snow-covered mountain fails to withstand the impact and causes an avalanche, the two who were fighting turn their gazes to one place.

[… … !]

Their expressions were the same, but the voices coming out of them contained different emotions.

[no way…….]

[Come quickly!]

With that voice, a barrage of ice like a storm pours down on Mors, who has stepped next to the two.

Doo doo doo doo!

“Is there just one step left?”

Saaaa.

As the sword Mors held swung, the radius of the space it swung was covered with magic, shattering Celestian’s ice.

“If I kill you, that would be about it.”

Sigh.

Celestine’s face gradually becomes more indifferent as Mors looks at her, as if he no longer feels any tension.

“……So this is how it ended up.”

Mors slowly raised his sword, seeing that he looked like he had given up or was discouraged.

My heart, which should normally be beating fast, no longer feels that way.

Although it has a human form, the blood that should flow inside it, and the strange sense of discomfort from the bones and organs that should compose it, are now almost gone.

A step towards becoming a god, transformed into a concept rather than a life.

Morse felt a sense of regret, but also a sense of relief, at the fact that he was truly one step away from escaping from being human.

“Did the layers merge into one when you two came out at the same time? Even though it was the same space, the dimensions overlapped unstably.”

So that’s why.

Morse’s voice also seemed to have lost its pitch.

It seemed that it was not Morse who first felt uncomfortable with that fact, but the fairy next to him.

[Wait a minute, you… … .]

[Maybe I knew this would happen from the beginning. Ella… … .]

The white woman, who was muttering as if sighing while looking up at the sky, muttered as she brought her neck, which seemed as if even blood would be pale, to Morse’s sword.

[Kill him.]

“…….”

[After dyeing me with that death, go to God and… …welcome her.]

Toouk.

The blood was red.

When I cut off that white neck, the blood that spurted out was so red.

It was only after seeing the warm steam coming from the blood of the enemy that I came to my senses, seeing those eyes that had painted the world white.

[… … Is it okay?]

“no.”

Fit.

A sword that turns into a swindle and scatters the moment you let go of it.

Normally, he would have said something trivial like how convenient it was, but Morse sensed the change in himself and frowned, placing his hand on his forehead.

“I feel like my humanity is fading away. The emotions I originally had are fading away.”

To become a god is to become a being beyond life.

Of course, the things that were contained within it as life are disappearing one by one.

However, the fact that gods have emotions means that they have not become complete gods.

Or, you can completely suppress the concept you are dealing with, leaving behind a part of it as life.

Or else, it was just an echo, an imitation of what it had before.

[Then shouldn’t we stop here? If we continue like this, you… … .]

“No… you can’t.”

Morse knows.

That she is here in front of me.

“That girl probably… would have anticipated what I’m doing now. No, there’s no way she didn’t anticipate it.”

As Morse knew, the Pope had always been like that.

Even failure is part of the plan, and eventually, you achieve what you want, and at the end, you draw something huge, like a madwoman or something.

The ending she had drawn, which was probably even using her own death, was only now coming into view.

The idea of ​​waiting for it to happen, even just one step away, was something Morse absolutely could not bear.

“That girl…was a monster in human skin from the start.”

That’s why I felt uneasy.

He always knew that even after killing her, her influence still lingered and haunted him for years.

Now it was time to break it.

Otherwise, Morse knew he would continue to be dragged around by her.

“……Phew.”

Ugh.

Still, there was something he could say she had done for him.

Just anger.

This indelible anger is what allows me to remain human for just that moment.

As a driving force that allowed him to remain human and not a god, it was an absurdly good fuel.

But that will be soon.

“Open the path to the 99th floor…… no.”

Towering.

Mors muttered to the air as he tried to tear apart Celestian’s corpse.

“I know what you’re seeing, Pope.”

As soon as he said that name, Morse’s whole body turned red as if on fire.

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you… hasn’t it?”

No, it was actually red.

The black embers were burning him red, and the flames were melting even Morse himself, leaving a rippling afterimage.

[… … !]

Jeren was momentarily shocked at the sight.

Kirik.

With that sound, the door opened at some point.

And without saying anything more, Morse opened the door and went in.

Whoaah.

and.

There was light.

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