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Chapter 27
Despite my necromantic mana being referred to as the pinnacle of necromantic magic, surpassing the 9th circle, it inherently possessed much stronger dominance compared to typical necromancers.
"Hmm..."
While the goblin wraiths were slaughtering their kin, I slowly regained my senses by experinting with curses, dark magic, and bone magic.
"Not bad."
Compared to swordsmanship, it didn't feel particularly stronger.
Although my necromantic magic, recently restored, lagged slightly behind, the fact that I quickly reached the 5th circle made up for this gap.
After extracting and transforming dozens of goblin souls into wraiths and repeating the process with minor monsters, I managed to amass nearly a hundred wraiths.
So, what began as a casual stroll turned into sweeping through the second, third, fourth, and fifth floors, collecting so decent wraiths along the way.
Eventually, the number exceeded 200, creating an outright army.
"Did I overdo it?"
Though I could store them in the shadows, I wasn't entirely satisfied with their quality.
[Wraith Fusion is recomnded.]
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that thod."
After so thought, I clapped my hands and gathered all the wraiths.
"Everyone, assemble. Line up by type."
At my command, the wraiths let out eerie moans and ford neat rows based on their species.
From goblins to animal-type monsters and amorphous monsters—there was a wide variety.
I chose the strongest shadow wolf among them as the core.
"You're the centerpiece now."
Then, clapping my hands strongly, I began channeling a massive amount of necromantic mana.
Overflowing necromantic mana.
While the success rate at the 5th circle wasn't high, the sheer volu of mana compensated for the attempts.
[Wraith Fusion]
This technique involves offering all the other wraiths as sacrifices to a single centerpiece wraith.
A massive magic circle erged with and the shadow wolf at the center.
The other wraiths, following my gestures, were sucked into the shadow wolf one by one.
Fortunately, it succeeded on the first try.
I recalled seeing sothing similar in a ga once: feeding other monsters to a grown monster to level up its stars.
Inspired by that mory, I had devised this system, and it worked quite well.
Grrrrr...
Finally, the necromantic mana vanished as if it had been a lie, and a wolf with a dark, shadowy aura appeared before .
"Maybe because the base was good—this one looks pretty cool."
Its power was now on a completely different level than before the fusion, having concentrated the strength of hundreds of wraiths into one.
"This guy's definitely a 'nad' one. What should I call you?"
While briefly pondering, a sudden curiosity struck .
"Hey, Librarian."
I wondered about the naming sense of the Librarian.
[Understood.]
"Want to try naming it?"
After a mont of silence, the Librarian completed the text.
[Recomnded na: Doggy.]
"Don't ever na anything again."
[You're no better.]
I decided to keep the na simple.
A shadow wolf without a shadow...
"Muyeong.”
A shadow wolf with no shadow.
Damn, what a brilliant rhy.
If lissa had heard this, she'd have cursed out as crazy, but thankfully, she wasn't here.
"From now on, you're Muyeong."
The impressive-looking wolf would be well worth feeding undead regularly to turn it into a strategic weapon.
Thinking about it, isn't a necromancer just an undead breeder?
I chuckled to myself.
Grrr...
As I extended my hand, the wolf nuzzled its head against it, almost like a dog showing affection to its owner.
"Then, shall we farm about 200 more wraiths to feed Muyeong before heading back?"
The wolf, now considerably powerful, beca even more monstrous after I engraved enhancent magic onto it.
It could easily tear through a group of monsters on its own.
Ssshhhhh...
At the sa ti, a small bone fragnt ford in my palm.
"Muyeong, fetch!"
I lightly tossed the bone fragnt toward a monster.
Woof!
Muyeong's yellow eyes glead, and like a bolt of black lightning, it shot forward.
Boom!!!
The monster exploded in an instant.
The wolf then returned with the bone fragnt I had thrown, wagging its tail as if expecting praise.
Panting, it felt less like a wolf and more like an actual pet dog.
Afterward, Muyeong road around, massacring monsters wherever it went—just like a dog enjoying a walk.
During its spree, it brought back sothing unusual.
"...A person?"
What Muyeong carried back was a soul.
"Hey, I told you to hunt monsters, not people!"
Did this crazy wolf kill soone and bring back their soul?
Startled, I shouted, and Muyeong frantically shook its head in denial.
-Ack... ugh! Guh!
Of course, the soul in its mouth let out a scream, struggling.
"Put it down."
At my command, Muyeong carefully placed the soul of a robed boy on the ground.
-Ugh...
The soul groaned in pain.
I stared at it closely.
Thanks to the mories from the Hall of Necromancy and my newly awakened spirit vision, communicating with souls was no longer difficult.
"You’re saying you didn’t kill him?"
- Heh heh heh!
The Shadow Phantom Wolf, Muyeong, nodded vigorously.
"Then you answer. How did you end up like this?"
-Ah! Can you see ?!
It seed like he was aware of his condition.
He looked directly at and began to wave his hands around wildly in front of him.
-Can you really see ? I’m dead!
"Muyeong, ask."
-Kraaang!!!
-Kieek!
In an instant, Muyeong bit into the back of his neck and shook him violently, even performing a death roll, making the ghost scream in agony.
"Since I can see you, answer . What are you?"
-Ah... you can see . Ha... haha...
He let out a hollow laugh, and he still looked young.
When one becos a phantom, their appearance reflects how they looked in life, so he appeared the sa as he did before death.
"Judging by your attire, you seem to be from a noble family."
-I was unlucky. I usually don’t act recklessly like that... haha.
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He spoke with a serious expression, revealing his situation.
Surprisingly, he was not an ordinary adventurer.
-Pleased to et you. I am Farell Berli, the third son of the Duke's family of the Bata Kingdom.
"What is a duke's son doing here, in this state? Judging by your ghostly form, you must’ve died recently."
-Hahaha... well, it’s because a new spell suddenly ca to mind. I used it without realizing how dangerous it was, and then my mana ran out...
Usually, one would practice magic in a safe environnt before using it in a real battle.
Most spirits that have died and beco phantoms are rarely in their right mind.
It’s not surprising.
Even if a person knows they are about to die, accepting it is incredibly difficult for living beings.
Despite this, he appeared far too calm.
-By the way, would you be willing to do a favor?
"What is it?"
-My corpse is nearby. If possible, could you recover my belongings and bring them to the Berli family? They would reward you accordingly...
I narrowed my eyes at his request.
"How long has it been since you died?"
He hesitated at my question.
-I died just a little while ago, so not long.
"Unbelievable."
A hollow laugh escaped .
"Muyeong, let’s head to this guy’s corpse."
At my command, Muyeong let out a short howl and quickly led the way.
Luckily, the body wasn’t far.
There, lying in front of , was a young corpse with a sharp stone lodged in its abdon.
"...."
"Mm..."
"Muyeong."
At my command, Muyeong quickly jumped down and retrieved the body of Farell Berli.
Normally, a phantom undead like him wouldn’t be able to physically drag the body back, but my undead had been enhanced in my own way, so it wasn’t a problem.
I wasn’t sure if other necromancers used a similar approach.
-Ugh... seeing my own body like this is a bit much.
He spoke with a casual tone, despite looking at his own corpse.
It made think he was far from normal, but I quickly examined his body.
A body-enhancing artifact?
That’s a pretty expensive one.
"Mm? You have a rare artifact. This could work out."
-Huh?
"Stay still."
With that, I captured his spirit.
Wham!!!
Then, I pushed his soul into his body and poured necromantic mana into the corpse.
-Uuaaaaah!!
His panicked cries echoed, but I didn’t stop.
It was a dead body.
There was no oxygen supply, causing decay, but thanks to the artifact he had, the body wasn’t severely damaged.
What I was doing was stitching up fatal wounds and forcibly binding his soul to his body.
If a priest helped, he could co back to life.
Of course, for this, extrely precise control and high-level necromantic mana were required.
The actual circle level didn’t matter much.
Given the situation, I could bring him back to life with a little more necromantic mana.
The process was intricate, like connecting countless nerve fibers.
One mistake could ruin everything—either the soul would be destroyed or, even if revived, his body wouldn’t be intact—but sohow, it didn’t feel that difficult.
After connecting all the fibers, I poured recovery potions onto his wounds.
By using life force, I healed the wounds, then applied a strong shock, causing his body to jerk.
Though it wasn’t as perfect as divine magic, I had learned that with recovery potions, necromantic magic could heal people.
"Cough?! Aaaargh! It hurts!"
Finally, the cold, stiff body of Farell Berli opened its eyes.
"Ugh?!"
"How does it feel? How many fingers am I holding up?"
I waved two fingers in front of him.
"U... uh? Two... two?"
It worked.
While I had done it for experintal purposes, this level of efficiency ant I could try several new approaches in necromantic magic.
In an instant, he revived and stared at his body before looking at in confusion.
"Ho... how is this possible?"
"You have a nice artifact."
I pointed to the necklace around his neck.
I wasn’t sure about the details, but that necklace was constantly healing his body.
Even after death, it had the effect of preventing his body from decaying.
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