Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 297



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Episode 297

Kiririk, Kiririk-.

The steel frame moves, the gears turn, and the pumps pulsate.

In the midst of the cold, bleak banquet of machines devoid of any human warmth, someone raised his head.

“…….”

No, can you even call it lifting its head?

Can we really say that something made of machinery has life and can raise its head?

Quagzak!

Before such thoughts can continue, they are soon trampled and crushed by the countless death banquets that step on the floor.

The remains of such things are gradually compacted under their feet and become the ground, and once again they return to being one of the components that make up the world.

“……It’s a machine.”

Morse seemed to find the sight either unpleasant or fascinating.

“Come to think of it, I’ve hardly ever seen a machine inside a tower.”

Everywhere you go, machines in the form of fake life are swarming around.

All I feel from them is not a single shred of life, but just a single command to move as it is set.

That is why the death of Morse was a concept that did not make sense to them.

Because they were tools, not living beings, and they were closer to manufacturing than to birth.

“Did they just scrape together all the machines and put them on the 100th floor?”

A piece of trash.

There was a sound like something hard was breaking under Morse’s feet.

A machine that looked like an insect with half a broken wing seemed to fly up from under my feet, then fell down with a thud.

When it falls to the floor, it stops moving immediately.

Morse felt something was off about the scenery, which seemed to be imitating life.

“Do you have any idea why the God of Birth would gather machines, Jeren?”

[That’s impossible… … In the first place, machines are something that both Morse and the God of Birth would dislike… … ?]

A being whose life has been castrated.

Therefore, for death and birth, whose concepts inevitably require being alive, machines were like natural enemies.

However, the problem was that the God of Birth himself had gathered such beings, which made Morse feel extremely uneasy.

No, maybe… … .

“Tsk.”

As the possibility flashed through his mind, Morse muttered to the machines around him.

“Did you see it for yourself? The God of Birth.”

He looked around and spoke, but the machines still moved and did not give Morse an answer.

Nevertheless, Morse continues talking.

“There’s no way someone on the 100th floor wouldn’t know I’m here, so if you have something to say, you’d better say it quickly.”

Uduk.

At that moment, I thought I heard a sound like something was breaking.

“I don’t have much patience, you know.”

Puddle, duddle, duddle!

The sound of something breaking echoed from up ahead.

“……her.”

The path that had been meandering here and there is now cleared away in an instant.

The steel frames that had stood tall like buildings were pushed to the sides like waves.

A wide road stretched out in one direction, as if the sea had parted, and headed straight towards Morse.

And the end of the road.

“…….”

Someone who looked like a small human was standing at the end, looking this way.

Thud, thud.

Still, Morse did not hurry his steps.

Just take a leisurely walk.

Thud, thud.

A great number of undead advance in his footsteps as he leads the great army.

They were advancing after him, their tension building behind Morse.

A skeleton made up of numerous white bones.

Skeleton Knights are made up of the elite among those skeletons.

In addition, the dead who had been resurrected with their abilities from their lifetimes were following them, each in their own unique form, mixed in among them.

Lena, Spider, Geralt, Leona.

As well as the many necromancers from the Bone Fortress who had previously been defeated by Mors.

A race of rulers and demigods of a world that was quite famous.

And at the end, there are beings who have ascended to the position of lofty transcendent beings.

Foreigners, their minions, and even mortals with powers befitting them follow and protect him.

That’s the power that Morse has built up so far on the tower.

It was like a new legion he had come to command when he entered the tower.

Leading that legion, Mors continued to advance, forward.

[… … .]

Finally, a being with a body made of that incomparably cool metal.

I stopped before the god of birth.

[why.]

As soon as our eyes met, it asked so.

[Did you reject my offer?]

It was a calm tone of voice, without any emotion such as surprise or anger.

It was a voice that seemed to have been created by forcibly piecing together sounds that had been mechanically produced, as if it had been impossible to contain it in the first place.

[Death, why do you not understand my great undertaking to re-balance this world?]

“……balance?”

When Morse asked that question, hearing it for the first time in his life, the god of birth blinked as if he finally understood.

[I understand. It seems you didn’t hear the whole story, and Henette didn’t explain it properly. Then I’ll tell you.]

The moment I tried to explain it like that.

“No, I don’t want to hear it.”

Whoosh.

Death, gathered in Morse’s hands, flew sharply toward the god of birth.

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Kagakak!

Of course, the death that was trapped in his body made of cold metal subsided without having any particular effect.

[… …Why are you trying to be hostile? Why?]

“I think I know what you’re trying to say anyway. You don’t have to explain it to me.”

Morse, however, didn’t look all that surprised, as if he had expected that too.

“Before I became the god of death, the balance between death and birth was already seriously out of whack. I managed to balance death somehow, but that wasn’t the case for you, birth. So the only way to restore the balance was through mass murder.”

[I see, it wasn’t an enemy.]

Passover.

His reddened eyes turn cold again.

[So, does that mean you will accept my offer?]

“Don’t talk nonsense. There is only one reason I came here.”

Thud thud.

The iron objects at my feet turned black and crumbled.

It was at that time that wrinkles began to appear around Morse’s frowning eyes.

“I came because of the reward they said I would get if I climbed to the 100th floor of the tower, and because they said my wish would be granted.”

[I understand. You came here to make a contract between me and the player.]

Nod nod.

The god of birth shook his head like that.

[But you have misunderstood something, God of Death.]

“What is it?”

[You have not yet completed the 100th floor quest. The reward will be given after completing the quest, so please complete the quest.]

A quest that comes to mind as soon as you say that.

And of course, the content was to cooperate with him and erase all life in the world.

“……her.”

While people were laughing out loud, the god of birth tilted his head and giggled.

[Why? You are also the god of death, so don’t you know? If all life dies… … .]

“You bastard, the god of birth, are you trying to further distort the already distorted balance between birth and death, rather than just adjusting it?”

Bubbling.

Death boils over in Morse’s body.

As if he was angry at someone who did not keep his balance, he raised his voice by fusing with Morse’s emotions.

“If you kill all life, the balance of death that comes afterward will be even more disturbed. Why are you ignoring that, you idiot?”

[It doesn’t get distorted.]

But as if responding to those words, the god of birth spread his arms out to the sides.

That was the moment.

Kkudduk.

In a world made of metal, mechanical devices in the shape of humans begin to emerge here and there.

[The life that has died will be filled with new birth. The concepts filled with these will achieve a fusion of concepts again, in balance with your death, God of Death.]

Morse bursts into laughter at those words.

“Can this machine be called… birth? God of birth. Come to your senses. Have you been sealed away for an eternity and lost your sanity?”

Of course I know.

How absurd it is to question God for sanity.

But even so, Morse, both as a human and as the god of death, could not help but say something incredulous.

“This kind of thing… isn’t birth. It’s just a lump of metal.”

A being for whom the very concept of birth does not make sense.

That is why Morse could not accept them.

[Do you really not understand what I mean, God of Death? Of course I do.]

Yet the god of birth said that he understood Morse by moving his mechanical body.

But to Morse, the sight only aroused more repulsion.

[These beings are beings that lack death. You may be afraid that they will be made up of only my subordinates, the god of birth, and erase your existence. I understand that too.]

The god of birth, as if he still didn’t understand, was only going in the wrong direction, and Morse quietly brought up death to him.

[I wish I could teach them about death. If they are also created to die, then in the end, it will be part of the cycle of life… … .]

Kagakak.

He swung the death he had created in the form of a sword towards the god of life.

[… … Ah, ah.]

Bam bam.

But even so, the god of life was not harmed.

Just like a mark, the death that has been struck by that body just hovers over it.

[What’s the problem?]

“In the first place, whether you create a machine or place it on the border between birth and death, that is none of my business. God of Birth.”

Morse finally gave up.

The belief that he could understand himself.

No, I may not have believed it in the first place.

“However, I cannot stand by and watch the massacre you commit in order to restore the balance of birth.”

[An enemy, right?]

Kiriric, Kiriric.

Light flashes rapidly across his body.

“Yes, so I think it would be better to kill you and restore the balance of birth with my own hands.”

[I understand, God of Death. I recognize you as my enemy.]

In Morse’s eyes, the concept of it is gradually becoming distorted.

No, that is… … Is that really the god of birth in the first place?

The concept is distorted, as if its essence was in something other than birth from the beginning.

Not the absolute being of birth, like the mother who created everything… … .

[Deus ex machina begins operation.]

It feels like a concept of some kind of god-like being created to suddenly handle everything.

“……okay.”

Only then did Morse call it by its name.

“You are not even worthy of the title of God of Machines.”

A name that is similar to a theatrical technique used as a derogatory term and mockery.

A god made of mechanical devices.

Morse decided to call it that.

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