Damn Necromancer

Chapter 386: Galaxy (5)

“Wow…….”

Having thrown open the door to the Scrap Metal Faction's main base defective chip storage warehouse, Kim Minwoo's lips curled up to the sky.

Inside the dark warehouse.

There, along with unassembled cyborg parts, the unused personality chips Kim Minwoo had been anxiously looking for were piled up like a mountain in box units.

“Hey, Heavenly Demon. Close the door a bit. I have to do some religious activities from now on.”

“……Are you really planning to gather those scraps of metal and receive prayers?”

Yoo Honbi clicked her tongue as if she was dumbfounded, but Kim Minwoo had already taken a seat in the middle of tens of thousands of chip boxes.

The moment he was just about to spew out mana and boot up the tens of thousands of chips simultaneously.

“Uh…… wait a minute.”

The mana stopped with a ttuk at Kim Minwoo's fingertips. It was because an extraordinary idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

‘The remnant personalities contained in these chips. He said they collide with the original body owner's personality and are suppressed, right?’

Defective chips that make errors while fighting for control because there are two personalities, and eventually end up living miserably suppressed, treated like parasites.

What would happen if he provided them with a perfectly empty physical body without the original owner's personality?

‘Undead.’

Kim Minwoo's black pupils began to gleam.

However, he couldn't just use any undead.

Skeletons like Haeil, whom Kim Minwoo raised with care, were already equipped with learning abilities and were in the process of forming their own egos due to the Death Lord's trait. If he forcefully shoved these chips in there, a personality collision was bound to happen.

‘Even so, resurrecting the undead to implant the chips is a bit…….’

The undead resurrection method that revived talented deceased people like Lee Seoyoon and Ifrin.

Not only did each one cost a lot of materials, but it was a method where the original personality was maintained intact.

‘It's too tough to make physical bodies to hand over to tens of thousands of chips one by one.’

It doesn't even end at tens of thousands.

Because there was no way the number of chips in this Galaxy worldview would end at merely this much.

Even taking a minimum estimate, there would be hundreds of millions or more.

‘Then…… it means I need a way to mass-produce and store empty shells without egos…….’

If they were blank sheets in the first place, wouldn't it not matter at all.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea brushed past Kim Minwoo's mind.

‘Land of Death.’

Monsters or corpses that died and collapsed on the wide-area Land of Death, then were forced to stand up.

They were merely perfect meat shields and bone dolls with no ego whatsoever.

‘If I insert this chip into the empty shell undead raised like that?’

From the chip's perspective, from a destiny of having to live suppressed in a rented room for a lifetime, it was tantamount to suddenly gaining its own physical body that it could completely move as it pleased.

‘Naturally, it would be extremely sweet, wouldn't it?’

Because that would be much better than living walking on eggshells around the original owner.

‘The problem is the maintenance of the undead itself…….’

Undead raised in the Land of Death were bound to return to nothingness when the casting time of the Land of Death ended.

He needed a way to prevent this.

“Wait.”

At that moment.

Kim Minwoo looked at his own belt.

The Belt of the Death Lord.

One of its effects was exactly…….

[Effect 2. Fortress of the Dead (Subspace) Activation ― Provides a near-infinite subspace. When the undead legion is stored inside, the summoned state is permanently maintained without mana consumption, and health and mana gradually recover.]

It was this.

Providing near-infinite subspace.

It said it was a fortress.

“And it also permanently maintains the summoned state, right?”

Then if he put all the undead raised by the Land of Death inside this belt…….

‘Since there's no limit to the quantity, infinite storage is possible. Because it's permanently maintained, it means the 2-hour duration limit of the Land of Death also stops infinitely.’

Furthermore, the inside of the subspace was nominally the Fortress of the Dead.

A comfortable space where a top-tier healing option that gradually recovered health and mana ran constantly.

If he provided this comfortable environment and an intact physical body that would never rot for free to the cheap chip personalities who had lived their whole lives parasitizing in other people's body slots and rolling around in gutter-like slums where acid rain fell, what would happen?

‘As for the internal facilities, well, I can just put Dragon Tooth Soldiers in to develop them…….’

The answer was obvious without even having to look.

‘They'd perceive it as a perfect heaven and a 5-star hotel.’

Eternal life, a comfortable living environment, and even a constant recovery buff. Touched by these overwhelming welfare benefits, the chip personalities, far from resenting being trapped in an empty subspace, would hit 100% resident satisfaction and spew blind fanaticism.

Maintenance cost zero.

Space restriction zero.

Faith supply infinity.

“Found it, my love.”

Namely, a super-massive infinite faith mining server room.

The only concern was that since they were undead, they had absolutely no senses.

The undead had no appetite, no desire for sleep, and no fatigue.

No matter how grand and comfortable the fortress environment was, if they couldn't feel the touch of a soft bed, warm heat, or the taste of food, they would eventually feel boredom and ennui in eternal time.

Ennui meant a drop in faith.

‘But for that, I can just give them cocktails, right?’

An amazing item brushed past Kim Minwoo's mind.

The item Cocktail of the Dead, sold for a mere 100 points in the achievement shop.

It was an elixir that only the undead could drink, which activated their lost senses from when they were alive upon consumption.

The very item he had fed Cedric and Merhen in the past to revive their sense of taste.

‘Of course, I won't give it to all of them.’

If he distributed it equally to everyone, they would think the benefit was a natural right.

True fanaticism blooms in thorough discrimination, deficiency, and desperate competition.

‘I'll introduce a reward and punishment system.’

He would bestow it only on the very few outstanding believers with the deepest and most devoted faith.

As a kind of miraculous holy water concept.

They all thought they were rotting away as senseless bones together, but the guy who prayed hard next to them suddenly regains his sense of taste and enjoys pleasure, savoring the taste of the banquet prepared in the fortress?

What would happen to the rest of the guys watching that?

They would cling madly.

To taste that miracle themselves too.

Throwing a mere 100-point cocktail as bait to perfectly control tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of chip personalities and squeeze faith efficiency to the limit.

This was exactly the completion of the capitalistic multi-level fanatic training camp designed by the stagnant water Necromancer.

‘Let's test it.’

First, he needed to find out if this personality chip would accept and be grateful for the undead physical body.

Kim Minwoo turned his gaze.

A Scrap Metal Faction gang member who had luckily survived the terrible massacre a moment ago and was trembling while peeing his pants in a corner caught his eye.

“Hey. Come here.”

“Hi, hiiiiik! P-please spare me! Please!”

“Just answer my questions.”

“U-understood!”

Kim Minwoo picked up one unused chip piled up in the box and asked.

“The personalities contained in these chips. Just how are they made? Do they get consent or something from the original body owner and extract them?”

At that question, the gang member put on a bewildered expression.

“C-consent? Where would there be such a noble procedure in this gutter slum! They just forcefully scrape them by brain-scanning the heads of lower-class people who died unable to pay their debts, or third-rate mercenaries who got stabbed in the back alleys.”

“Aha. Quite the dead end. Then one more thing.”

Kim Minwoo asked, rattling the chips.

“Can this copy and paste? Can you scrape one guy's personality and overwrite it onto hundreds or thousands of chips at the same time?”

“Of course they can be copied! Especially if they scrape the brains of mercenary bastards with useful combat senses among the personalities, they copy and churn out thousands until they extract every last drop. Conversely, trash personalities with crappy stats are discarded after making a few. Because they don't make money……”

“And copying is a structure that can be done infinitely?”

At Kim Minwoo's question, the gang member flinched in surprise and shook his head.

“Oh my, of course there's a limit! If you run copies too many times, the data degrades and breaks! Then all the original ego and complex memories are castrated and blown away, and it becomes a defective chip with only the most primal survival instinct or shallow combat knowledge remnants left.”

The gang member studied his expression and continued his words stutteringly.

“The, the 30,000 chips piled up in this warehouse too…… are actually bad inventory with only remnants left due to data degradation while unreasonably copying the personalities of three or four useful B-rank mercenaries.”

“So, they're defective clones that crashed while illegally copying useful guys.”

“Yes, yessir! That's right!”

Kim Minwoo's black pupils sparkled with interest.

Defective chips made by copying a few capable personalities into tens of thousands and getting degraded.

This meant that the tens of thousands of chips inside those boxes were no different from perfectly identical clones with only shallow instincts left.

‘Oh? This is much better than I thought?’

When making a religion and controlling believers, the most headache-inducing thing is exactly meeting the diverse needs of the crowd.

Some want meat, some want fish, and some want wealth.

But what if tens of thousands of believers were virtually ego-collapsed clones copied from three or four originals?

‘Their tastes, desires, and deficiencies would be perfectly identical, wouldn't they. Since they don't even have complex egos, they'd easily fall into blind faith. It's truly extremely sweet to manage, isn't it?’

If the original was a B-rank mercenary who liked alcohol and meat, he just had to set cocktails tasting like alcohol and meat as rewards in the fortress and it would be done.

Then the tens of thousands of clone personalities with only shallow egos left would collectively go crazy and turn into blind fanatics at the exact same timing.

A perfect standardization where the efficiency of control and management jumped hundreds of times.

“Kya, this neighborhood's technology is truly excellent.”

Kim Minwoo, his doubts resolved, nodded his head very satisfyingly.

‘Shall I do a real practical test now.’

Kim Minwoo's gaze turned toward the fresh corpses of the gang members that could be raised with the Land of Death.

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