Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 242

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Atonement (4)

Dalum Jive was a necromancer.

I didn’t know who my parents were or where I was born. In fact, he had no memories of his childhood.

The first place I opened my eyes was a cabin in a remote snowy mountain. A hut in the mountain valley where biting snowstorms blow all day long and mountain animals hunt for easy prey.

It wasn’t that strange.

There were so many orphans in every city, and sometimes there were children who had no memories of their childhood.

These were usually cases where people became subjects of experiments for black magic or witchcraft and then were discarded with their memories erased.

Of course, it was difficult to understand why they would come all the way to a remote mountain cabin to dispose of a test subject that had reached the end of its purpose.

When did the world run only rationally? Even Dallum Jive, who had lost his memory, knew that the world was absurd.

“Still, thinking about it now, it was a strange thing. “I don’t have any memories, but I haven’t forgotten how to talk or how to fight.”

“…….”

“But thanks to that, I survived. And the only thing that mattered to me at that time was to survive.”

The necromancer continued his story, twitching his dirty beard.

Dalum instinctively went down the mountain and began working as a mercenary.

After working as an unregistered mercenary, he received bronze and silver plaques, and because he heard that he could make money, he also got into drug dealing, and before he knew it, he had become a black magician.

A life that flowed naturally, as if someone had planned it.

In addition, whether by chance or fate, his talent grew faster as he learned black magic and practiced it.

It wasn’t just talent.

It is everyday that all kinds of relics and elixirs appear in front of him. Relationships that could be called chance appeared so frequently that they were almost expendable, only helping him develop and then disappearing like smoke.

By then, Dallum was convinced.

Your life is under the design of a great will.

And that will is none other than the evil god he serves, Temomron, the father of all undead.

“Ever since I thought I was under God’s protection, I haven’t had any trouble. “By then, I already knew the end was coming and I saw no reason to hide my powers any longer.”

From then on, he threw off his disguise as a silver mercenary and began working under the name of necromancer Dalum Jive.

“Villages and cities were burned… tens of thousands of people were captured and sacrificed.”

Temomron fully supported him, as he was an ardent believer and subordinate. And each time he gained favor, Daelum rewarded him with more sacrifices.

There was no hesitation.

He was born as an abandoned child anyway.

I couldn’t even remember my parents or family, and the people I encountered while working as a mercenary and in the drug industry were nothing but dirty.

From the beginning, existing human society was a world in which the powerful, those who held power and status, monopolized everything.

Now that you have the power, what can’t you do?

What is wrong with the dead person’s lack of power, but what is wrong with the person who has power?

[Your way of thinking is truly that of the wicked rider of hell.]

“That’s right, forgotten dragon. “I was worthy of being cursed.”

[…When I think about how you look now, I feel a sense of alienation. There must have been a significant turning point for you as well.]

“There was. “I think it was probably the end of the Blood Demon War.”

It went beyond cities and collapsed kingdoms.

He participated in the Blood Demon War, burned the empire, and left the headquarters of the Holy Knights in ruins in the aftermath.

‘The necromancer god will punish you for eternity…’

I think it was around the time he heard the curse uttered by the demon slayer as he died in the middle of the collapsed sanctuary of the war god.

I don’t know if the curse really worked, but at first glance, I started to feel strange.

“The joy of killing gradually faded. After the massacre, all that remained was a growing sense of emptiness. ”

Phew.

White breath wet the cold air. The blizzard had calmed down.

“I finally know why. It was a sense of loss, losing people like me. “I thought I had thrown off being human…but my soul was still human.”

But I couldn’t stop the wheel that had already started rolling.

Because he was only a rider and agent of the apocalypse, he was not an evil spirit, the true source of the apocalypse.

I tried to dull my hand in an attempt to somehow slow down the speed, but even that didn’t help much.

“I was planning to delay even a little to give humanity time to prepare. But even if I delay alone, the speed of the end will not be slowed down. Another solution was needed. “At that time, Laphilem, who had been in constant conflict with Temomron, crossed a line that should not be crossed.”

“So you invaded Laphilem’s Palace of Illusions and destroyed the evil spirit.”

“That’s right. I thought that if one evil spirit disappeared, there would be some hope for humanity. But… that didn’t happen.”

Even after Laphilem disappeared, his power and dozens of hells did not disappear.

On the contrary, Temomron, who absorbed the bastard’s legacy, became even stronger, and with his increased power, he began to push back even more fiercely on the few remaining humans.

Regretting it later, I set out to find the last possibility, the Wish Stone, which is said to be sealed at the bottom of the legendary relic labyrinth.

However, even for him who had surpassed the status of a demi-god and ascended to the status of a god, it was impossible for him to descend beyond a certain depth of the labyrinth.

“When I returned to the continent at the end of the 5th floor of the labyrinth…humanity had already been destroyed.”

The continent had become a complete hell. It was at that point that Dallon, behind the monitor, turned off the game out of futility.

A month or so later, not long after I restarted the game, the necromancer was betrayed by his master.

“Temomron took care of the useless hunting dogs after the hunt. As a member of the family, I could not resist. “That’s how I died, and the well of Yeokcheon took me away from that world line.”

Phew.

Another deep sigh. Dallen nodded.

It was already the fourth time.

The experience of hearing the scene seen on the other side of the monitor directly from the person who lived there.

“…….”

It’s still unknown.

Are those complicated feelings, thoughts, and resulting actions really the result of the monotonous clicking of the keyboard and mouse?

Is it true that the simple goal of clearing the game that I concentrated on in the corner of my room created such a tangled variation of fate?

Is chicken first. Which egg came first?

There weren’t many choices he could make in the face of unsolvable questions.

Listen to the last words of those who have already died and, if possible, continue their legacy in this world.

Following Dalver’s final blow, he defeated Xun’s incarnation.

Carrying Daeltarion’s regrets, he promised to protect those he loved.

Following Dalukahim’s wishes, he delivered the hammer to Leberon and shared his gift with his colleagues.

I’ll have to do the same to the necromancer in front of me. Dallen listened to the necromancer’s story in silence.

“What on earth can I do? No matter how remorseful and repentant the murderer is, the dead will not return. “The punishment for my sin for insulting the soul of a dead person will be even greater.”

The necromancer tiredly rubbed his face with his palm.

At some point, his body began to blur little by little.

“As I sat in despair, a man approached me. And I said. “Do what you can.”

One man.

Are there really many people who can access the souls recovered and stored in each world line in the well of Yeokcheon?

Perhaps it was the man who had already led him to the well of Yeokcheon to face the Tsarina.

In any case, it is not important right now. Dallen shook his head to shake off his thoughts.

Meanwhile, the necromancer’s swollen and twisted hands began to slowly stroke the tombstone.

“So I started building the memorial stone with my own hands, one at a time. As the man said, waiting for someone to come to give me rest at the end of this atonement…”

Other than the tombstone, no magical power was used.

I dug the frozen ground with my bare hands, placed the tombstone made with black magic, and then covered it with dirt again with my bare hands.

The funeral, which lasted for nearly eternity, made even the body on the throne swell.

The dark magic gained by offering sacrifices to evil spirits gradually disappeared during the process of making the tombstone.

All that remains of the rider of hell who burned the continent is a handful of magical power and an aging body.

“Promise me one thing.”

The necromancer spoke as the powder of light slowly dispersed.

“Speak.”

“There is no need for revenge. I’m not even worthy of that. “But please…please do not use my power to cause suffering to innocent souls.”

Ankle. knee. From the waist to the shoulders.

There was a faint look of nervousness on the necromancer’s face as he slowly disappeared into powder of light.

Dallen scratched his chin and nodded.

“Sure.”

“Thank you…”

The necromancer looked relaxed. The last remaining part of his head turned into powder of light and scattered.

Dallen could feel that the powder had become part of this world.

One more body was recovered and one person’s remains were recovered.

Although the conversation with the necromancer was short, it was a time that made me think more than any other transcendentalist.

However, it is okay to think about this time at another time.

There were colleagues waiting for him in reality.

It was time to go back.

***

Fit─!

A feather passing by as a black line.

Kwazizig!

The skeleton knights who were advancing in line with Oh collapsed in an instant.

But that was only for a moment. A gloomy energy took over the pile of bones that had landed, and they quickly began to assemble into a new form.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Bones are put together.

The cries of vengeful spirits echoed in every word.

Before I could even blink, the pile of bones transformed into a grotesque skeleton totem the size of a five-story building and started running, flailing dozens of arms and legs.

Pretzel Gwang! Kurrrrr!

The totem collapsed again due to the barrage of explosives that immediately poured down on it, but the gloomy energy floating in the air did not miss the opportunity and clung to the pile of collapsed skulls again.

Damn vengeful spirits. Sienna gritted her teeth and raised her head.

A huge grayish-white sphere was floating in the dull sky.

That is none other than the Vampire Count’s territory.

It was the culmination of an infinitely twisted image that he had built up under Temomron for hundreds of years.

「Completely Open Territory: Returning the Father of Vengeful Spirits Wandering the Nine Heavens」

Even though it is as large as the square of a typical city, it does not cast a single shadow.

A huge sphere created by tens of thousands of vengeful spirits was constantly crying, lusting after the bodies on the ground.

If that sphere of vengeful spirits had been cast over an ordinary village or city, the city would have been overflowing with people consumed by vengeful spirits within half a day.

Of course, no one here was at the level of being taken over by a mere vengeful spirit. However, the problem lay elsewhere.

“Pour a little more inspiration! “You have to break it to the point where not even a bone remains!”

“There aren’t that many explosives left! As it is…!”

[――――!!]

The undead summoned by the Vampire Count are constantly being revived without any special spells or rituals.

Even if you freeze it with dragon’s breath, crush it with explosives, bury it with an earth-based spell, or tear it to pieces with a witch’s power, it was no use.

The moment a bunch of vengeful spirits floating in the sky caught up, they instantly became part of the undead army and attacked again.

“Tommy! “What about the owner of the tower?”

“You’re still holding on. But I don’t know how long it will last… Ugh!”

Felver’s realm, which could stop the timeline, was in fact the only opposition, but the old wizard was fighting one-on-one with the vampire count.

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A sphere burning with a unique golden light just below the gray-white mass of vengeful spirits floating in the sky.

He and the Count were trapped inside, and they were exchanging spells and magic power to the limit.