Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 296



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Episode 296

Thud, thud.

Every time everyone takes a step in unison, a loud footstep sounds that shakes the earth.

Some may be familiar with the sight of countless undead marching in a single line, but even those who are like them will hold their breath at the sight of the feast of transcendent beings following the line.

Anyway, the place where all those countless beings step is none other than a small gate.

Before he knew it, after Morse had killed the woman in front of him, a place opened up in front of him, as if it was waiting for Morse.

‘God of Birth.’

Thinking about the being that would be waiting beyond that gate.

Morse stepped into it.

Thud, thud, thud.

A multitude of footsteps follow Morse towards the gate, pass through, and then stop.

Gulp, gulp.

The gate continues to expand as if it were freely expanding to allow those beyond it to enter, and the eyes of those who pass through soon stop as soon as they see what is filling the place.

[1st floor quest.]

[Gives a penalty.]

[39th floor quest.]

[This is… … .]

[Complete the quest… … .]

Numerous translucent windows flying in all directions.

It is something that cannot be separated from those who climb the tower, and it is something that Morse is very familiar with.

System windows were flying in and out countless times.

‘… … Over there.’

Still, Morse noticed that the system windows that were flying around chaotically were converging in one place.

As he started walking towards it, something suddenly hit Morse’s footsteps.

Clank, clank.

When Morse turned his gaze to the ground, what caught his eye were numerous gears and metal objects such as nails and screws.

As Mors gestures to the sight that doesn’t seem like something that should be on the 100th floor of the tower, Jeren, who was floating in the sky, flaps his wings and comes down toward Mors.

“Jaren, have you ever been here before?”

[……yes.]

A drowsy expression, as if he didn’t want to talk.

Still, Morse begins to ask questions persistently, as if he absolutely must hear them from Jeren.

“I thought the system window was a system created by your administrators, but what is this?”

Every time he saw those countless flying, translucent windows, Morse’s gaze would be transfixed for a moment.

Inside, information or rewards that Morse had never seen while climbing the tower were passing by one after another.

[We are merely the ones who manage the tower… …Originally, we were also players who climbed this tower.]

“……I thought you were clearly a clone of the god of space and time, but you were a player?”

At the mention of the god they had met before, Jeren’s expression distorted for a moment, but she continued speaking nonetheless.

[Even though I ended up as a ranker… … She was a player, right? I also entered this tower as a player. Of course… … It’s still amazing to think that I, the clone, reached the 100th floor first… … .]

Was it because he thought of her, who he could no longer meet, who had become one with him?

Mors also felt Jeren’s voice gradually fading away, but he did not stop asking questions.

“Then do you also know why the system window that you thought you were managing is moving back and forth on the 100th floor?”

[Even though we are called administrators… … that doesn’t mean we are the owners of this tower. The owner of this tower in the first place is the God of Birth.]

Jeren took a deep breath and continued his explanation in a lifeless voice.

[All we did was add our power to his power, but the system itself was originally created based on the power of the God of Birth.]

“……Somehow, I still feel like the system window is still lingering before my eyes.”

As Morse muttered softly, Jeren’s eyes widened for a moment and he flew towards him.

[Huh?! Wait, the system window keeps popping up after floor 90?]

“……Get out of the way.”

Whoosh.

Mors grabbed Jeren, who was blocking his path, and pushed him aside. He glared at him and continued to ask.

“Is that such a big deal?”

[I told you earlier. The system window is the result of the combined power of the God of Birth, the High-ranking Administrators, and my authority. But this is clearly the realm of the God of Birth, and the realm of the rankers. Don’t you get it!?]

Jeren, who had been so angry, laughed in vain.

[If the God of Birth had done so, then I don’t know, but the fact that the system window appeared… … means that there must already be someone among the high-ranking administrators who is watching this situation.]

“…….”

Morse continued on, calmly.

At that moment, Jeren began to question Morse’s attitude.

“I never trusted you guys in the first place.”

Morse said blandly.

“From the very beginning when I first met Henet, we were in a relationship where we used each other, not someone I could trust and rely on. Not only that, I already heard it from his own mouth when we fought the foreign media later on.”

The administrator exists to guard the tower.

As long as the tower lasts, there will be nothing they can do about it.

“So I’m asking you now, Jeren.”

Thud, thud.

He doesn’t even glance at me and doesn’t stop walking.

“Which side are you on?”

Still, Morse asked her in a flat, grave tone.

“I am now going to fight the God of Birth, and I may end up fighting you administrators.”

Originally, he didn’t have much intention of becoming an enemy of the god of birth.

If the rankers end up using him as their puppet, they will have to fight, but they know that the fight against the being who created the tower will never be resolved that easily.

“I know that if that happens, you will have no choice but to take their side rather than mine. So choose.”

But Morse had already learned too much.

The god of birth was not meant to be used by them in the first place.

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Just like you, you joined hands with them and just used each other.

Even if, according to the Pope, his ultimate goal is not exactly clear… … .

“If you run away now, I will let you go without saying anything. Even after the fight is over, I will not chase you. Jeren.”

Haven’t you already heard that at the end, an ending that doesn’t fit the word “birth” awaits you?

“……I’m asking this as a final favor to you, as we’ve been together until now, so choose quickly. Jeren.”

As the god of death, I couldn’t just stand by and let the god of birth decide on such an ending.

That was the only reason he was moving, Morse thought.

[Morse. You know what?]

Stop.

Morse muttered indifferently to Jeren, who called his name.

“I am the god of death, not Morse…….”

[Who is the first person to reach the 100th floor of this tower and fulfill their wish, and who is the first manager?]

Flap flap.

With the sound of small wings flapping, Morse felt something was wrong.

[Hennett.]

“Wait a minute, what did I just say…….”

[Why did the first believer created by the God of Birth… …send me here? You wouldn’t have known it then. I wouldn’t have known it either.]

Haha.

As Jeren let out a small laugh, a light began to appear in the distance.

[Originally, Morse, you should have just stopped at the 91st floor and stopped. That’s what the other managers wanted in the first place.]

The light was so brilliant and brighter than anything I had ever seen before, I couldn’t even see an inch ahead of me… … .

[If it weren’t for my power as the god of space… … do you now understand why Henette sent me to help you, who would have just been floating around in that world forever?]

Phew.

As the undead and I walked in step, the exuded spirit mixed with the light, and only then did a shadow appear on the light.

Only then did I finally see the scenery that I couldn’t see even an inch ahead of me, and my eyes opened.

[The high-ranking administrators… … at least Henet knew what the God of Birth was trying to do. That he was joining hands with the rankers.]

This was a world made of machines.

A world that is not a world that should be overflowing with earth and life, but a world made up of countless metals, steam, and translucent substances.

The sky of that world was decorated with system windows, and there was nothing that looked like a residential area, as if residents were never needed in the first place.

[And somehow… … it seems like Lord Hennet wants to stop that.]

Thud, thud.

There are footsteps that are not ours.

The moment I realized it, I raised my hand and gave an order.

“All forces standstill.”

Towering.

Everything stopped.

Still, everyone heard the clear sound of footsteps.

[… … Jeren.]

And then there was a voice.

The being that was walking out had a monocle on its head that it always wore, and the eye inside the monocle was already closed, bleeding profusely, as if it had gone blind.

[Hennett… … sir.]

At that moment, when Jeren was speechless at the sight of Henette, Henette came towards him.

There were also those who were on guard, but soon Morse raised his hand and they all could only stare with their eyes.

“What the hell is that, Henette?”

[I guess you could call it the price of betrayal.]

Sigh.

Even as he smiled as if nothing had happened, Morse grimaced at the growing aura of death that was creeping into his body.

“you…….”

[Morse… …Are you still human? Or… …Are you a god?]

Suddenly.

In that moment, Morse realized the source of the discomfort he had been feeling.

“I am…….”

[If you are still human… …you must go and stop the cause of the God of Birth right now.]

Even as he staggered and vomited blood, Henette did not take his eyes off Morse in front of him.

[Because all life… … will die.]

At those words, Morse’s body stopped moving for a moment.

No, to be precise, it was the death that made up Morse’s body that did not move.

‘why…….’

I thought so in my head, but in reality I already knew.

Death of all life.

If that happens, he will be able to gain much more power than the balance of death that has been distorted until now.

In other words, because it is an act that benefits the concept of death.

That is why death was unwilling to move.

‘These kids… …!’

but.

Morse doesn’t want that.

Towards death, which refuses to move from my body, I remind myself that I am the master of death and force it to move.

Pitter-patter!

The footsteps that had been motionless gradually begin to move along with a strange sound.

Morse moves towards the light, gradually leading his moving body as if he were moving a rusty machine.

“……Okay, get some rest.”

Of course, he did not forget to comfortably dye Henette’s dying body into death.

“Hennette.”

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