My Alter Ego’s Path to Greatness - Chapter 10

Fragments of the Immortal King (3)

I finished my revenge and started cleaning up after myself.

First, he summoned the undead under his command and checked the damage.

The undead who fought Malcolm together were almost annihilated, and those who fought with the group of warlocks who resisted in the village also suffered considerable damage, as if the fight had been fierce.

[…I think there were about five hundred, but this is all that’s left?]

Of the many undead, the number left was less than thirty.

I dealt with people who were just over 40 years old, and the damage they suffered was enormous.

It might have been different if there were only zombies and skeletons, but weren’t there some high-level undead as well?

If Malcolm had not sacrificed the warlocks, the undead that went toward the village would have been wiped out.

‘Well, if that were the case, I could have dealt with Malcolm faster and gone to help.’

I roughly assessed the damage and examined Malcolm’s body.

If your troops are low, just replenish them.

If they are not completely destroyed to the point where recovery is impossible, a certain number may be able to be recovered.

Above all, isn’t the best part of being a necromancer to use the corpses of enemies who die during battle to increase troops?

‘Hmm… I don’t know if it’s going to work out.’

We saw Malcolm summon the undead a few times, but at most it was just a mass extraction of low-level undead.

Well, I guess I had no choice since I stole all the high-level undead I had collected so far.

In the end, using corpses to create undead was something I had never learned.

I felt like I would shed tears of blood if I tried carelessly and something went wrong and I couldn’t use the corpse.

It didn’t seem like it would be easy to obtain corpses of this high standard in the future.

As I looked into it, I found something strange.

There was no soul in Malcolm’s body.

This was my first time examining a corpse like this since I became a demilich, so I wondered if it was like this in the first place, so I investigated more closely and discovered the cause.

A red magic circle was carved into Malcolm’s heart, which artificially drained his soul.

‘Has your soul been stolen through some kind of demonic contract? Or, it could have been a measure taken by the organization behind it for security reasons.’

It would have been nice to be able to get information through the soul, but it was disappointing.

I’ve never tried it, but if I tried around, I might have been able to come up with something.

‘Still, I’m glad to see that the body can be used.’

I looked away from Malcolm, looked around, and saw what I was looking for.

A kind warlock who first taught me.

It was thrown into a corner, tattered here and there, as if it had been pushed around in the aftermath of a fierce battle, but it managed to maintain its shape.

‘This guy’s soul was ripped out too. Still, I guess I can use it to this extent?’

In addition to private tutoring, we also provide hands-on training opportunities.

I tried making undead with a grateful heart.

I used the knowledge of “black magic” I had acquired so far, the experience of looking at the undead, and the information about the undead I gained when I resonated with the ‘Fragment of the Immortal King’ to move my black magic.

‘After connecting the corpse and the black magic power, the remaining magic power in the synchronized body is polluted and the body information is altered… by scraping up the fragments of thoughts… is this what you are doing?’

Soon, black flames enveloped the body and burned all parts except the bones.

It seemed like it was going well at first.

Sigh! Cramps…

cracks instantly spread across the remaining bones and they began to crumble.

[Uh… sorry?]

I lightly apologized.

Still, thanks to you, I was able to get a feel for it.

I immediately had the undead retrieve Zeraf’s body from the warehouse, sat in front of it, and attempted to create the undead once again.

Fortunately, I was able to succeed this time, perhaps thanks to the always helpful ‘Zephy Chance’.

Skeleton Mage has been completed.

I felt confident about my success, but it was already a bit awkward to use Malcolm’s corpse.

I felt like I needed to try it a few more times to be confident.

‘Well, there are a lot of ingredients, so I guess I can try it at the end after practicing enough.’

I had the guy next to me lift Malcolm’s body and then got up to look around the village.

Tilt—

my body tilted momentarily.

It is difficult to balance because one arm is missing.

‘I guess we should solve this problem first, right?’

I used the undead to retrieve my right arm, which flew away during the battle.

I was able to find it quickly after searching through it, but it was still in not that good condition.

‘The upper arm part is completely gone, right? ‘I can’t use this.’

Because you can’t put your elbows on your shoulders.

If he were a true lich who had gained immortality by extracting and storing the source separately, he would have collected the bone powder and regenerated it, but it was too much for him anyway.

As I was thinking about that, the remains of the Death Knight that flew in and was smashed right before the fight with Malcolm caught my eye.

It was completely destroyed and recycling seemed impossible.

After looking around, I noticed that his right arm part was fine and his physique was similar to mine.

‘I could just put this on instead!’

He quickly picked up the Death Knight’s right arm and attached the cross section to his shoulder.

And when he used black magic to connect as if synchronizing with the fragments, a black flame rose up and burned all the flesh attached to the mummy-like arm, leaving only the bones.

Soon, “Super Recovery” was activated, and my body and the Death Knight’s arm were connected.

[Hmm… It’s a little awkward, isn’t it?]

I swung the new arm around and then used black magic to control the bones to carefully adjust the size to balance it.

[It’s okay now! It looks really good!]

Although the color of the arm bones was a little different, I was very satisfied.

Perhaps because the bone was made of good material, there was no difference in moving the dark magic compared to using the previous arm.

[Now, shall we go collect the loot?]

I was the only one in this village, and there were still countless things left to collect.

I smiled contentedly as I looked at the village.

***

Unfortunately, most of the undead killed by Malcolm could not be revived.

I saved as much as I could and looked around the shattered village.

The undead were scattered everywhere, and several corpses that appeared to be minions were also seen.

It seemed like they were the ones who failed to join the group immediately after the undead attack.

The undead that could be recovered by getting close were recovered, and the corpses of the minions were made into new undead.

[Is it the Skeleton Warrior this time?]

With the newly joined undead, he robbed nearby buildings and continued to move, collecting useful items.

Every time a new body was discovered, they were turned into undead, but there were not as many as expected.

And only when I arrived at the center of the village did I find out the cause.

[They were all gathered here.]

A big battle took place here between the two sides.

A group of warlocks who were massacred together with the remains of hundreds of undead scattered around.

I was so focused on the fight with Malcolm that I couldn’t understand the details of what happened afterwards, but after the attack, it seemed like they banded together and fought in the alley to hold on.

In addition, the warlocks were all equipped with robes and staffs.

Seeing that the minions were each holding a weapon, they must have gathered in preparation for battle right after the incident occurred.

[Uh… But the number of undead is a bit strange? Why are there so many?]

And there were quite a few undead who seemed to be fighting while standing in the direction of protecting the center.

[Aha, these are things that warlocks kept separately and then summoned.]

Looking closely, there weren’t that many high-level undead. Still, the quantity was quite large, so it must have been a big help in holding on.

And upon closer examination, we were able to confirm that there were some particularly strong people among the minions.

In particular, the one who caused the most damage was the middle-aged man guarding the entrance to the village.

[I thought it was at a significant level when I detected the entire village, but I didn’t expect it to be this high.]

Most of the high-ranking undead that attacked seemed to have been destroyed by this man.

Perhaps because he was a warrior unlike a wizard, there was a difference in the amount of dark magic he possessed and his combat power.

[If you let your guard down just by looking at the amount of black magic, you could end up in big trouble… I’ll have to be careful in the future.]

Fortunately, this guy was quite active, but after all the black magicians were killed by Malcolm, it seemed like he couldn’t hold out for long and collapsed.

[But now it is my sacrifice.]

Those who seemed low-level were turned into undead one by one.

Warlocks became Skeleton Mages and their minions became Elite Skeletons or Skeleton Warriors.

Some of the minions I had my eye on became Skeleton Knights.

After working so hard to create undead, I realized that the lowest level of them was the elite skeleton.

I was the weakest person in this village.

‘It’s okay because I’m the strongest now. I’ll pamper these guys to their heart’s content from now on.’

There was no particular reason why the newly created undead were only skeletons.

I created undead using the information stored in the fragments, and I don’t know if it was Malcolm’s taste, but the most common sacrifices were skeletons, so they were the most efficient.

Also, maybe because I came from a skeleton background, it was definitely easier to make something in that lineage.

‘It’s a bit lacking in diversity, but that can’t be helped.’

Still, it was disappointing to end up with a skeleton knight as the gatekeeper of the village, so I put in a little more effort.

Since I was planning to make Malcolm a stronger individual anyway, I tried to create the best undead based on my experience so far.

[Grurg…]

The sound of boiling phlegm came from the fallen corpse, and the hollow, shaking neck fell.

Then, his body rose up from his seat, picked up his fallen head, and placed it at his side.

[Oh, fortunately, it was successful.]

The Headless Knight Dullahan was born.

Now that most of the top undead have been wiped out, this Dullahan was the best power I had.

There were a few other Dullahans, but they were not in good condition.

Of course, that’s only as of now and the ranking will change soon.

Now it was Malcolm’s long-awaited turn.

Before that, I needed some time to think about it.

Among the information I had, there weren’t many undead suitable for wizards.

Malcolm is barely worth making into a skeleton mage.

Ghosts can only be created if they have a soul in the first place, and the same goes for lichs.

‘No, in general, lichs are created when wizards become corrupted and voluntarily become undead. ‘I didn’t have any information to begin with.’

Malcolm didn’t criticize me for being half-hearted for no reason.

While wondering if there was some way, my right arm suddenly caught my eye.

A proper Death Knight is the highest level of the undead, and their ego remains, and their combat power is not that much lower than that of a lich.

The guys I had with me for a while had been exposed to the debris for a long time, so their strength had been taken away and they had no ego left.

‘Of course, I can’t turn the wizard Malcolm into a Death Knight, but I think I can imitate it…’ ‘

Fragments of the Immortal King’ had information about the Death Knight, and I looked at it a few times after evolving into a Demilich. I saw it, and now my right arm belongs to the Death Knight.

[Okay, let’s do it.]

I sat down, placed my right hand on Malcolm’s body, and concentrated.

Through the knowledge gained so far, “Evil Wisdom” whispers a way. The ‘Fragment of the Immortal King’ in the heart lends strength.

A black flame burned in Malcolm’s body.

However, unlike before, no bones were left behind, and it seemed as if only moisture had evaporated, making it as skinny as a mummy.

succeded.

I quickly gathered up Malcolm’s remaining thoughts and planted my ego.

Fragmented thoughts had no value as information, but this way, you would have the intelligence to make your own decisions.

Soon, Malcolm floated up from the spot and stood in place.

Then, he looked at me with his two sparkling blue eyes and immediately lowered his head.

[Command.]

‘Ooo… speak!’

It was my first time seeing an undead speaking other than me, so I was momentarily overcome with emotion.

‘I have an ego and speak, so I should have a name…’

I thought about it for a while and soon realized that there was no need to think about it.

[Your name is Malcolm. Please be kind to me. I will listen carefully from now on, okay?]

Even if I gave it a different name, it would only confuse me, and I thought it wouldn’t matter since this name would have been an alias like Jeffy in the first place. It hasn’t been long since I gained my

self-

esteem, so it’s hard to answer right now, but it will gradually get better as time goes by.

puck!

Otherwise, you will get hit by me.

[Answer me, man.]

[…Yes.]

That’s how I achieved all my revenge, and Malcolm, who killed me, became the ‘Death Wizard’ and became my subordinate.

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