Damn Necromancer Chapter 180

Money-grubbing Necromancer (180)

When Kim Min-woo came in.

A message appeared before the eyes of all the necromancers except Liang Xiaojun.

[I have encountered a great being!]

[There are many followers!]

[The soul resonates!]

[Memories of a past life buried deep in my soul come back to me!]

“What, what is it?”

Mikhail said in a bewildered tone.

Facing a great being?

Are you saying that memories from your past life come back to you?

What the heck is this… … .

That was when.

My emotions began to boil like an uncontrollable volcano.

Mikhail’s rough hands trembled. As if he had been injected into his head, countless memories came rushing back like a tidal wave.

[Memories of your past life, ‘Kentra’, come to mind!]

Kentra.

He was a back alley rat.

A mean rat who can rummage through trash cans and hit his opponents in the head with a rock for a small piece of bread.

A great war between the undead and humans.

In the midst of war that swept the continent, hunger and begging were the order of the day.

In the midst of a rough life, one of his arms was cut off, and his face melted away due to an infectious disease.

The memories of a life without even a shred of hope continued.

Then one day.

Inyoung, wearing a pitch-black robe, approached through a dark alley.

– It’s a bit shabby, but it’s quite useful. The emotions have been well expressed.

-Who, who are you!

Inyoung took off her robe.

What was revealed inside was a pitch-black skull. A skull wearing a crown with a huge jewel.

-Eek! Lee, Leech?! Hey, it’s the undead!

– Easy. Don’t be afraid. Does it matter that I’m undead?

-……yes?

―Remember what’s important to you. Don’t you want to escape from this cesspool of a life? I’ll give you a chance.

As he said that, Richie handed me a steaming piece of bread.

Kentra couldn’t resist the temptation.

No, I couldn’t win.

It didn’t matter that the person he was talking to was an evil lich.

A warm meal.

Sweet strength and power.

Because the things he promised were far more important.

―If you really do as you say… …I will be loyal to you, Lord. I will give you my all! Please save me!

-As of this moment, the contract is concluded.

After that, Kentra’s life changed dramatically.

-Hey, this is… … .

– It’s a religious order. A religious order where people like you gather. Hiro, the head priest.

A man called Hiroda ran towards Death Lord. Mikhail’s eyes trembled greatly as he saw his face.

‘Hey, Liang Xiaojun?’

Hiro’s appearance was exactly like Liang Xiaojun.

-Teach this child from now on.

-I will carry out the instructions from headquarters.

That’s how Kent became a member of the Death Cult.

There were many other orphans there, along with himself.

The severed arm regenerated.

My dying body was completely healed. I learned overwhelming knowledge.

Every time he stretched out his hand, undead were summoned.

He was no longer a rat.

Just a proper necromancer.

Soon he was mobilized for a huge war.

Spying was also part of the job.

As a human, he intruded into the human world and disturbed the rear like a poisonous mushroom.

The great war between the undead and humans has finally ended.

All humans became slaves, and all members of the Death Cult were able to ascend to the glorious positions of administrator.

As a follower of Death Lord, he was given the position of ruling over five cities, and as promised, he was able to gain endless glory and power.

but…….

Even the power that seemed like it would last forever has ended.

Invasion of a powerful external force.

A multitude of races flocked in, and the Death Road collapsed.

Kentra’s life of following him also ended.

No, I thought it was over.

But it’s not over.

The scope of the contract specified by the Death Lord.

That wasn’t just based on when he was alive.

Even after death, the shackles of the contract continued.

With the words, “It’s not the end,” for eternity.

Suddenly, my vision returned.

“Huh!”

Mikhail exhaled heavily.

‘What, what is it?’

Is it magic?

Did you use the item to create hallucinations?

Or witchcraft?

I couldn’t figure it out.

Only one thing is certain… … .

His instincts were howling. This was definitely his memory. Mikhail’s eyes trembled violently as he looked at Kim Min-woo.

Mikhail wasn’t the only one who was confused.

Sakurado in Japan.

Liang Xiaojun of China too.

Andrew from the US too.

The other necromancers’ pupils were trembling wildly as if they had seen similar memories.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Kim Min-woo.

* * *

It wasn’t just other necromancers who saw the memories.

The same was true for Kim Min-woo.

[I found your group of followers!]

[The soul resonates!]

[The Death Lord’s memories are revealed!]

He also saw many sights.

The Death Lord was furious with humans. He was moving without regard for means and methods.

One such means was the cult. In the midst of the great war between the undead and humans, death was always and everywhere close by.

Naturally, the manifestation of related talents also increased. The board was set for Death Lord. He set out to find those with talent in necromancy.

He looked into their souls as if piercing through them, and chose the most miserable and desperate ones.

A life unfolded before them without even a single ray of light.

In this way, the Death Lord gathered his followers and taught them the arts of necromancy. Those who were in despair clung to him and thirsted for his teachings.

Kim Min-woo exhaled sharply. His whole body felt tired, as if he had just finished a long journey.

‘So this is how you gather followers.’

Kim Min-woo blinked.

I looked around at the necromancers gathered there. It seemed as if I had seen them in the Death Lord’s memories. Those who willingly abandoned their miserable lives and chose the path of death.

They were all familiar faces.

Even Liang Xiaojun, who was the parish priest at the time, was like that. There were other talented people who rose to positions that were recognized in the Death Sect and managed the city.

You could say they were among the upper echelons of the religious order.

After a very long time, we met again.

As a relationship between successor and follower.

‘Is this also an arrangement?’

I didn’t know that might be the case.

[It’s up to you how you use it.]

I remembered a message I had seen during Liang Xiaojun’s time.

‘By the way, are you all followers?’

I thought it would be more than worth it if even half of the necromancers gathered here became my followers.

I didn’t know they were all followers.

Even the SS-class necromancers that would be born in the future seemed to be his followers.

The reason was simple.

This was because the scale of the Death Cult was larger than expected.

In comparison, there were only twelve people gathered here.

That means there’s still a long way to go.

‘Oh, that’s so satisfying.’

Anyway.

Since we’ve gathered here like this, it was time to get to the main topic.

“Is everyone coming to their senses?”

“You, you… … what the hell are you?”

Mikhail spoke with his teeth clenched and trembling. The other necromancers had similar feelings.

That was when.

bang!

Liang Xiaojun, who had roughly hit the desk, slowly stood up.

There was a light like madness in his eyes. The other necromancers looked at him with puzzled eyes, but Liang Xiaojun paid no attention.

He looked around and shouted.

“Haven’t you all come to your senses yet? That person is Lord’s successor. He is the one we must be loyal to!”

He shouted like that and approached Kim Min-woo.

“Hello, great successor. I, Liang Xiaojun, will never forget my loyalty to you for the rest of my life.”

Liang Xiaojun bows his head politely.

His eyes were shining fiercely. He had been attracted to Kim Min-woo even before coming here.

And then, I even got to see the memories.

It wasn’t that the memories of his past life had a huge impact on him.

But one thing was certain.

‘Followers will definitely increase.’

It was like that from Mikhail right away.

The guy was a member of the Death Cult.

The necromancers gathered here also all had familiar faces.

They must all be related to the Death Cult. There is already a necromancer craze on Earth.

SS-class necromancers will continue to emerge, and there is a very high probability that they will be followers.

‘I will become his servant.’

There was no way a follower could refuse Kim Min-woo’s orders.

Because he was like that too.

Things are going well already, and now he has all the SS-rank necromancers in the world under his wing?

It was impossible to predict how far it would go in the future.

Anyway, I can’t refuse an order.

Isn’t this a chain that has continued from a distant past life to the present?

Well then, better.

‘You have to stamp your eyes first.’

It would be better to actively pledge your loyalty before your followers increase further.

‘Because I have the best chance right now.’

If you take the initiative and show loyalty when everyone else is flustered and at a loss, Kim Min-woo won’t reject you either.

Maybe I will be able to rise to a high position like a parish priest, just like in my past life.

Kim Min-woo also noticed that fact.

‘I decided to hold this line.’

Originally, he was a character who was full of money and was a loser. There were a ton of people who clung to him just to take advantage of him.

Liang Xiaojun was also such a person.

The only difference is that he has absolute control over himself. Kim Min-woo patted Liang Xiaojun on the shoulder.

“How have you been?”

“Yes! I received a lot of help. Thanks to that, I started getting noticed in the guild.”

“Can’t you see it now? There’s a place called a commentary.”

“… … Yes. I can see it. Slowly.”

Sakura tilted her head at their conversation.

It was because of Liang Xiaojun, who suddenly acted as if he was going to take out all of my liver and gallbladder.

There…….

“A comment? What does that mean?”

“Even though you are a follower, you can’t just tell them to be loyal. They are all people with free will. That’s why I promised you. I will give you a comment.”

“… … ?”

Sakura tilted her head.

Kim Min-woo speaks like he’s a company employee. Even though he’s a world-class ranker, honestly, he’s just too crazy.

It was one of two things.

Either you’re boasting or you’re really confident.

That was when.

Liang Xiaojun raised his hand and said.

“I definitely got help. The Henan gold incident, and getting rid of my competitors. All of this would have been absolutely impossible without the information that Mr. Kim Min-woo gave me.”

“… … So you are saying that you are being loyal?”

“Well, I guess that’s what it is. I think everyone is mistaken about one thing… … .”

“What kind of misunderstanding is this?”

“Do you think you can choose whether or not to be loyal? From the moment you came here, it was already decided. I will be loyal to this person.”

That was when.

Mikhail said coldly.

“Huh! That strange illusion magic from earlier, and this is why you called us here to do this kind of trick? There’s no need to say anything else. What are you all doing? Let’s go!”

This was no different from the enemy’s base. It was no wonder that the message and the sight I had just seen were all thoroughly prepared illusionary magic.

‘It must have been a thoroughly prepared trap.’

One thing is certain.

We need to get out of here as quickly as possible before those guys start messing around anymore.

It was when Mikhail turned around roughly.

“stop.”

Kim Min-woo’s voice was heard.

Towering.

His body stopped as if it had stopped for a moment. With the sound of footsteps, Kim Min-woo’s new body approached.

Kim Min-woo began to lock eyes with Mikhail, who couldn’t take a single step.

“Your eyes are a bit cocky. You’ve been like that since you first came here.”

“… … Did you cast a still spell on me?”

Mikhail started snorting roughly. His eyes were filled with all sorts of stale emotions, including fear, envy, and jealousy. Kim Min-woo snickered at the sight.

‘That’s good.’

Sometimes it was necessary to impress upon us what a gap was.

That was right now.

It will be a good example for other necromancers.

“hey.”

“… … ?”

“Kneel down.”

That was the moment.

dump!

Mikhail knelt down roughly.

The other necromancers gaped in amazement at the overwhelming sight.

fantasy,