Damn Necromancer

Chapter 387: Galaxy (6)

In the front yard of the factory, the corpses of the Scrap Metal Faction gang members, who had been slaughtered by Olivia and the Dragon Tooth Soldiers a moment ago, were scattered like a mountain.

They were the best test subjects.

Kim Minwoo lightly flicked his finger.

[Using skill, Land of Death (SSS)!]

The range as narrow as possible.

The targets limited to the dead gang members.

Seuaaaaat―!

Pitch-black shadows poured down like a waterfall from beneath Kim Minwoo's feet and swallowed the scattered corpses of the gang members.

Along with bizarre rupturing sounds, the corpses with half-blown-off heads or severed limbs rattled and raised their bodies.

Ego-less, empty shell undead were completed.

Kim Minwoo took out a silver-shining unused chip from the box, forcefully shoved it into the mechanical skull slot of a gang member undead that had just risen, and injected mana.

Jiiing―!

Instantly, a dark blue light flashed in the dull undead's eye glints.

“Uh……? Uh, uh? I, I'm moving? My arms and legs are moving as I please?!”

The remnant personality dwelling in the chip gained control of the empty shell physical body and let out a voice filled with joy.

However, the voice of the guy hastily looking down at his body soon changed from joy to thick bewilderment.

‘Uh, but why is my body in this state?’

Rotting skin.

Even a physical body full of wounds everywhere.

With flesh falling off here and there on paled skin, it was a terrible corpse shell no matter who looked at it.

However, that bewilderment was only for a moment.

‘No, so what if it's a bit rotten!’

It was a remnant personality that had to live a lifetime suppressed like a parasite, riding on another person's head slot.

To him, the fact that he gained his own physical body that he could completely control according to his will, whether it was a rotten body or an undead, was already salvation and a miracle itself.

Wasn't it even a body in the shape of a human!

Looking down at the guy feeling his rotten body with trembling hands, overwhelmed with emotion, Kim Minwoo smiled.

“How is it, the new body. It's a bit rotten, but it's usable, right?”

“D-did you…… bestow this precious physical body upon me……?!”

“Yeah. What's your name?”

“M-my name is Jackson…… I'm Jackson, who used to be a B-rank mercenary and died! Although my memories from when I was alive are all blown away and hazy because I was copied into so many chips!”

“Alright, Jackson. Do you want to make a deal with me?”

“A d-deal…… you say?”

Jackson gulped down his saliva with his rotten vocal cords, completely tensed up. He had bestowed such a precious and autonomous physical body upon him.

He would definitely demand a terrible and dangerous mission with his soul as collateral.

Something like fighting a life-or-death battle with terrible monsters, or taking the lead as a meat shield.

‘Still, what the hell, if he tells me to, I have to do it! Since I got a body again like this, what can't I do!’

As befitting a combat chip whose complex thinking abilities were castrated due to excessive copying, leaving only a simple and ignorant instinct, Jackson was already firmly preparing his resolution inwardly to roll around excitedly.

However, the condition that came out of Kim Minwoo's mouth completely deviated from Jackson's expectations.

“Yeah. The condition is very light. Just serve me as a god, and only offer prayers in a safe and comfortable place. Then this physical body is completely yours for the rest of your life.”

“……Yes? H-huh……? Without a dangerous battle or a meat shield-like mission, I really just have to offer prayers in a safe place?”

“Right.”

The raised physical body itself was a slum thug and thus terrible, and since he was a B-rank mercenary whose chip performance was also degraded leaving only remnants, his combat power was no different from a tin can.

Since taking such a guy out to the battlefield would be useless, just leaving him in the belt's subspace and having him spew out faith 24 hours a day was a perfect profit.

However, there was no way for Jackson to know Kim Minwoo's thorough and wicked capitalistic efficiency calculation at all.

‘Ahhh…….’

Jackson's far too simple thought circuit stopped blankly in pure white with perfect emotion.

Jackson blankly looked up at Kim Minwoo.

To give this intact physical body and eternal life for free just by believing, without mobilizing him for combat and consuming his life!

To a simple and ignorant combat chip whose daily life was dying as a meat shield while fighting, this was truly like a god's unilateral and infinite salvation.

“Aaaahh…… How can there be such a merciful person!”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Jackson started to wail while banging his head kwang-kwang against the floor.

“I, I will believe! Until the day my soul wears out and disappears, I will serve only you as the great god of death and praise you for the rest of my lifeee!”

[The defective chip personality (Jackson) dwelling in the undead's physical body is perfectly inspired by your infinite mercy!]

[Divinity is collected explosively!]

“……Yeah. Just believe diligently.”

He had perfectly confirmed the reaction when a chip was shoved into a shell raised by the Land of Death.

There was no need for tricky conditions or treatment.

If he just threw them a body they could move as they pleased, they would turn into blind fanatics spewing infinite faith on their own.

“This is too good?”

A worldview that looked like it had no dreams or hopes no matter how one looked at it.

Corpses to be used as materials were scattered by the truckload in this lawless zone, and the reserve fanatics to be shoved into those shells were boxed by the tens of thousands in the factory warehouse.

Every test had ended in a perfect great success.

‘The chips are 30,000. Then I also need 30,000 corpses…….’

Kim Minwoo smoothly scanned the dark night streets of Galaxy where bright red neon signs flashed, beyond the slum.

‘Aren't there guys to kill everywhere?’

“Good. Now for the last test.”

Kim Minwoo activated the Belt of the Death Lord worn on his waist and opened the door to the subspace.

“Come here and go inside this.”

“Yes, yessir! Oh great master!”

It was the moment the undead crossed the door of the subspace without hesitation according to the command.

“……Uh?”

Facing the scenery beyond the subspace, the chip personality's jaw dropped.

A majestic and massive pitch-black citadel spreading endlessly. The Fortress of the Dead was boasting its majesty.

Was that all? The dense death mana lingering inside the fortress smoothly wrapped around the undead's physical body, sweetly recovering its worn-out health and stamina like cotton candy.

“Ahhh…… Oh great master! Oh God of Death!! To bestow such an undeserved heaven upon a lowly one like me!”

Kneeling in the middle of the fortress, the undead wailed with overwhelming emotion and began to bang his forehead kwang-kwang against the floor.

[The believer who entered the subspace Fortress of the Dead is perfectly inspired by the comfortable environment and the energy of recovery!]

[The summoned state of the entity in question is permanently maintained without mana consumption!]

All the cogs meshed and turned.

Giving them a physical body, moving them into the fortress, and then scattering performance bonuses later with Cocktails of the Dead.

With this, the capitalistic infinite faith mining server room with zero maintenance cost, zero space restriction, and infinite faith supply had perfectly finished its preparations for operation.

“Good. Then shall I first pack up absolutely everything here.”

As Kim Minwoo waved his hand, the 30,000 unused chip boxes piled like a mountain in the warehouse were instantly sucked into his subspace inventory.

Looking at the reassuringly full inventory with a smile, he soon gestured with his chin toward a corner.

“Hey, the guy who answered the question earlier. Come here.”

“Hi, hiiiiik! Yes, yessir!”

It was that Scrap Metal Faction survivor who had peed his pants earlier while explaining about the illegal copying of the chips.

The guy approached trembling like an aspen tree and lay flat at Kim Minwoo's feet.

“P-please just spare my life!”

Kim Minwoo tapped the guy's shoulder tuk-tuk with the tip of Hell Rhapsody and asked.

“How many more gangs like your Scrap Metal Faction are there around here? Spill absolutely everything without leaving out a single thing, up to the locations of the factories and facilities churning out these personality chips.”

“Yes, yessir! The ones dividing this slum into three are our Scrap Metal Faction and guys called Black Dog and Rusty Blade! Those guys also run three or four large chip production factories per district, squeezing the lower class just like us!”

This was simply a goose that laid golden eggs.

The vicious gang members guarding the factories would be caught and killed to become corpses, and the countless chips that would be piled up in the factory warehouses would be used as personalities to go into those physical bodies.

The materials to copy believers were packaged very beautifully as sets and scattered everywhere in the slum.

Furthermore, wasn't this a slum where public order had been tossed out the window?

A thorough lawless zone where gunfights and slaughter erupted every day.

The fact that it was an abandoned dumping ground out of the reach of public authority surveillance meant, conversely, that there was no cradle more perfect than this to quietly and secretly multiply the cyborg undead legion infinitely without external interference.

“Heavenly Demon, we'll have to settle down here for a while.”

“……Why exactly in this gutter-like place?”

“I need to greatly expand my business. Listen carefully. First, I'm going to occupy the entire slum. By robbing the chip production facilities scattered over there, I'll sweep up the unused chips, and kill the gang bastards guarding them to make corpses.”

Kim Minwoo smiled beamingly and met Yoo Honbi's eyes.

“Then, I'll shove the chips into those corpses and pile them up neatly inside my belt's subspace. Then, a super-massive infinite faith server room that spews blind faith at me 24 hours a day will be completed. How is it, isn't it an amazing business item?”

Yoo Honbi's blood-red pupils trembled finely.

She was the Heavenly Demon standing at the apex of the martial arts world. She had grown stronger through bone-cutting training and bloody life-or-death struggles all her life.

However, this man before her eyes was trying to run a miraculous factory that literally pumped divinity infinitely just by sitting and breathing, combining the shells of the dead with abandoned scrap metal chips.

‘……If he grows in such a wicked and overwhelming way…….’

Even if I devoted my entire life to training, could I even reach the toes of the speed at which that monster distantly shoots up?

Realizing the distant gap in strength that couldn't possibly be narrowed, her mind became entangled with miserable and complex emotions.

“Now, then shall we set off to clean the slum. Take the lead and guide the way.”

“I-I shall obey your commmaaaaand!”

The rainy cyberpunk slum where bright red neon signs flashed.

Toward that dark back alley, it was the moment the merciless infinite faith copying run of the Death Lord, who would devour all the gangs and chip factories in this district whole and perfectly tame even the Heavenly Demon's mentality, began in earnest.

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