Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 300



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Episode 300

Black storm.

The disaster that was created by the death itself, so named, was not removed.

Naturally, the ones who were most concerned after that were the managers.

[System Error! Checking begins immediately!]

[Ha, but the higher-ups aren’t answering my calls… … !]

[Just do it if I tell you to! Do you want to see the tower collapse like this!?]

After the contact with the God of Birth, which was the foundation of the system, was blocked by the black storm, the only thing that held the system together was the abilities of the administrators.

Of course, there were countless administrators with abilities that rivaled those of gods, so even though they were constantly changing, it wasn’t to the extent that the tower would shake greatly… … It was natural that it would take a long time for the results to come out.

And the aftereffects of the system becoming unstable naturally affected the players who climbed the tower.

[Due to a lack of manpower, the scope of the quest has been greatly reduced.]

[For direct contact with the administrator, please apply directly.]

All administrators had to focus on the life-threatening issue of the tower, which was the reinforcement of the system, and as a result, it became even harder for players to see the administrators, who were already hard to see.

Moreover, the tower, which had previously served as the tool of the God of Birth to travel between numerous dimensions and worlds, was now transformed into something like a gathering of giant mercenaries that solved problems in other dimensions after the severance from the God of Birth.

Of course, there were many ways to maintain order during the process… … .

[You, didn’t you hear?]

[Cough… … !]

[The kids who sell medicine inside the tower are being kicked out by our demonic cult. Huh?]

In the end, the structure of the original seven combinations of the tower’s traditions and power was maintained, and it ended with them signing a contract with the administrators to protect the tower’s order.

Of course, in the process, there was no one who did not know that there was a relationship between the manager, Jeren, the masters of the seven major guilds, and Belladonna, the master of the Alchemist, who had emerged as a new and emerging guild.

[Haaah… … Really.]

Administrator Jeren was appointed as the head of the Emergency Response Committee, which was established to stabilize the tower and prevent chaos after the Black Storm incident on the 100th floor, and in the process, he was also put in charge of managing the numerous undead left behind by the God of Death.

[When are you coming back… … Morse.]

However, the management of these undead was effectively handed over to Regina, their leader and the first servant of the God of Death, and they disappeared from the tower as soon as it was stabilized to some extent.

Some say they headed outside the tower, or to a secret area of ​​the tower unknown to even the administrators, or to the secret living god of death… … .

[… … Time has already passed like this.]

Jeren knew.

That all those sounds were just bullshit.

Prrrr.

In the space that Jeren opened by flapping his wings, countless undead turned their heads.

They bowed their heads as if paying homage to Jeren, who was flying into the creature while taking in the expressions of the monsters made of flesh and bone.

It was a moment when he let out a hollow laugh as if he was feeling awkward, even though he had become accustomed to the light pouring down in red.

Thud, thud.

Jeren turned his gaze to the sound of footsteps coming from the other side.

[… … I told you that you didn’t have to come pick me up.]

[That can’t be.]

Unlike Jeren, who was muttering as if he was embarrassed but had a smile on his lips, a beauty with long black hair approached Jeren with her face frozen stiff.

[Didn’t you say with your own mouth that even I, as a senior manager, should be treated with a certain degree of courtesy?]

The first undead of the God of Death and the second-in-command of the Legion of the Dead.

Regina.

[Even though you said that… … Do you know how many years ago that was? If you still keep doing that, it’s only going to make me uncomfortable.]

[I don’t think that’s something I should know.]

Jeren muttered, unable to even sigh at the sight of her stern face and resolute words.

‘If only these points were exactly the same… … .’

You probably heard everything, but I meant it to be half-listened to.

Of course, Regina ignored it as if she couldn’t hear it.

[So, did you get some results this time?]

[It may be a bit odd to ask so directly… … Well, you know.]

Jeren shrugs his shoulders while clicking his tongue.

[You know very well that even you cannot enter the black storm. Even I cannot enter while calculating the death that is swirling around like a storm every moment, right?]

[I don’t know if you remember, I said the same thing before.]

Regina’s eyes suddenly turned red.

[And before that, and before that. If you’ve been saying the same thing for 20 years, I can only understand that you’ve forgotten the contract we made.]

Knock knock, knock knock.

Jeren was momentarily taken aback when he saw the dragon scales on his face, hands, and arms and shouted urgently.

[But, but! Even so, we weren’t just playing around, right!? So, let’s put that aside for now! A little bit!]

[… … Well, I was just joking.]

Swish.

Jeren, who saw her expression suddenly calming down, wanted to ask if that was a joke, but soon cleared his throat and started talking.

[You were talking about the death… no, the afterlife that Morse created. I think I’ve found a passage that I can enter.]

[Really?]

Afterlife.

A conceptual space, a dimension that only the dead can enter, previously dreamed of by Morse.

And it was actually created, but until then, I thought it was a space that could never be entered because Morse had gone into hiding after the Black Storm incident… … .

[… … Thanks to the desperate opposition of other managers, I somehow managed to achieve results. Well.]

[Thank you, Jeren.]

please.

Jeren was momentarily flustered by Regina grabbing his hand, but soon his expression became complicated and subtle as he saw emotions flash across her expressionless face.

[In the first place… … the fact that you are still alive is proof that Morse is still alive inside of you. I tried hard to persuade you based on that… … and eventually, the result came out.]

[Of course… … Of course, my father is alive… … .]

Seeing Regina speak with a trembling voice as if squeezing out words, Jeren seemed taken aback and quickly changed the subject.

[By the way, this place… … was it that blue and bright star? I didn’t know you would settle there.]

As he said that, Jeren looked up at the sky.

Although only red light still filled the sky, the light was infinitely brighter than that of other worlds.

[… … Maybe because he had a previous connection with my father, he readily accepted. However, he wanted me to call him by his pseudonym.]

[Well, there are more than a few guys who would rush in if they found out that the Legion of Death had settled here… … .]

Thinking of the numerous forces of the unestablished tower, Jeren sighed as if his head was aching.

As a god of space and time, Jeren vaguely felt that the tower was still in a transitional period and that it would take a long time for it to stabilize.

[So, what’s that nickname?]

[……earth.]

Jeren laughed as if he was hitting a chord with Regina, who was chewing over the name, saying it was an insincere name.

[Round Earth? If you think about it that way, wouldn’t all the other stars have the same name?]

[It’s strange to expect sense in the first place.]

Rumble.

The ground shook as if in response to those two words.

A voice is heard at the same time.

[And why are you picking on me, even though you’re called the Platinum Queen, which is not even funny?]

It was the voice of a blue and bright star.

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As if something in those words stung, Regina also gritted her teeth and muttered to the stars.

[Then why didn’t you give it a slightly better name? Earth, whatever.]

[Ha! Why don’t you, you bastard, name your country after yourself instead of something more plausible? Latin, from Platinum! Ha!]

Looking at that sight, Jeren couldn’t help but smile faintly.

It was Morse and the blue and bright star that I had always bumped into whenever I met them before, but Regina, who resembled Morse, also had the same appearance.

Of course, to the two of them, it seemed like the girl in front of them was laughing at them, so they immediately started growling.

[Jaren, I wonder what you find so funny? Huh?]

[Yes. How good are you at naming things?]

In that situation where the sparks flew to him, Jeren… … .

[Okay, first of all, I’ll open the gate to the afterlife, so how about checking that out first?]

I avoided the issue by changing it to a completely different topic.

Of course, the star didn’t seem to fall at all… … .

[Afterlife? Could it be that Morse guy created it… … .]

[Let’s get started quickly.]

Regina was different.

Jeren flinched for a moment when he saw her concentrating so hard that she spread her wings, which were a part of her body, on her back as if she was going to jump into it at any moment… … .

[It takes some time to concentrate… … Please wait.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

As the power of countless times and spaces was woven from her hands, soon no one spoke to her.

It twists and turns, contracts and expands, and is forced into a single thread-like form.

By piling up and piling up those things, you create a thin line, and then connecting that line to make a plane, and then connecting that plane to make an object, and only then… … .

[Eeeeeeeee… … !]

Knock knock knock.

A door leading to a pitch-black space was completed.

Regina stared blankly across the space as if she didn’t even notice Jeren, who was exhausted, and stretched out her hand.

‘Inside me… … .’

Your father might be there.

With that thought in mind, Jeren reached out his hand to her and tried to stop her with a tired voice.

[Wait… … Wait, you… … Before you go, just listen to what I have to say.]

grave

Jeren, who had stopped her like that, asked her for one thing.

[I managed to open it somehow… … but basically, this is a space only the dead can enter. No one has ever come out of here. So even if you are… … you can’t come out.]

[I guessed that much.]

Regina muttered as she flapped her wings and thrust her body towards the space.

[The first undead created by my father. I need to be able to overcome that much with my own strength to be acknowledged by my father.]

Leaving those words behind.

Into the pitch-black darkness.

Flutter-.

Regina stepped in.

-!

Regina was momentarily speechless at the sight she saw in the thick darkness.

-!-!-!

I hear many voices.

There are countless lives floating around inside, led to death.

As if all the dead had come here.

‘… … No.’

Still, Regina remembered what she had to do.

That’s why at that moment I tried to move forward.

[really.]

A voice was heard inside Regina.

[Like father, like daughter, I guess. They’re all the same.]

It was a familiar voice, but different.

It was death, but it wasn’t my father.

[… … What are you?]

That was what Regina said, but instead of answering, her voice continued what I was saying.

[Go to the 100th floor.]

[You’re asking what!]

That moment when Regina roared as she spoke.

[Your father is waiting.]

With that voice, Regina was thrown somewhere.

[Gasp… … Gasp… … !]

Regina, who was out of breath, shouted as she saw Jeren approaching her.

[Ah, are you okay!? Suddenly from inside… … !]

[100th floor… … Go to the 100th floor quickly… … !]

As Jeren stood there dumbfounded for a moment, Regina shouted angrily.

[Father… …Father is waiting! Hurry up!]

After hearing that, Jeren seemed to notice something and immediately opened the gate.

WHACK!

In that torn space.

In a world made of machines where a black storm should have been raging, there were beings sitting on the ground, embracing each other.

[Ah… … Ahh… … !]

One step, one step.

The connection between Jeren, who approaches cautiously, and someone who was being held in the center is intertwined.

It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in decades, it’s been so long.

[… … Regina.]

Yet, for the two of them, the feeling wasn’t awkward at all.

[My… … daughter.]

Words that were groped and felt.

[My daughter… … you bastards.]

Those who heard those words immediately turned from Morse to Regina.

Only then did Regina confirm that it was her father’s colleague, whom she had been seeing in her head all along.

[father-!]

for the first time.

The story of death is over.

So he met his lost comrade, and death returned once again.

Even though it was a very late reunion.

No one just thinks that way.

Such a reunion.

-complete-

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