Damn Necromancer

Chapter 395: Galaxy (14)

On the screen, the final video transmitted from the body cam of Viper, the captain of the Annihilator unit that had descended to the Under City, was displayed.

A terrible hellscape where Zenith's proudly boasted most elite cyborgs were unilaterally slaughtered by bones flashing bizarre mana circuits all over their bodies.

“Wh-what in the world is that…….”

The Security Director muttered with a trembling voice.

“It makes no sense! Our Zenith's Annihilator unit is the most elite of the elite, armed with special alloy and firepower by pouring tens of billions of credits into each frame! But to be annihilated in just 3 minutes by mere lower-rank demonic beasts of another dimension, that paltry skeleton horde!”

His voice rose as if it would tear with fear and astonishment.

“Furthermore, those bone weapons they wielded tore apart our state-of-the-art armor and shields like sheets of paper! No matter if it's mana and magic from another dimension, that overwhelming martial prowess poured out by mere summons, ignoring even the basic common sense of the physics engine, is a realm that can never be reached by mechanical calculation!”

It was exactly as he said.

The bones in the screen bizarrely bent their joints 180 degrees and perfectly trampled the cyborgs' blind spots. A terrible hybrid undead unit without a single scratch despite taking a direct hit from the baptism of holy rounds for other-dimensional targets.

They were immortal physical bodies that thoroughly mocked and trampled Megacorp's arrogance built up with money and science.

And the man in the black coat who approached while commanding those bizarre monsters without the slightest error.

The lens of the body cam flickered with static and cut off after finally reflecting that man's ferocious smile.

Tuk. A heavy silence settled over the highest executive office.

“…….”

Zenith Corporation's Chairman Arthur exhaled a long puff of smoke from the highest-grade cigar in his mouth. His pupils did not shake, nor was there any sign of fluster.

Rather, his snake-like eyes shone coldly like those of a controller who had discovered a very interesting and bizarre variable.

“C-Chairman. Just who is that…….”

The Security Director cautiously opened his mouth, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Arthur tapped his cigar on the ashtray tuk-tuk and opened his mouth with a calm voice.

“Do you remember the machine human A-4 that the Galaxy Alliance, including our Zenith, dispatched as a joint venture during the Demon Realm ranking match in the past? The one we plugged the martial arts world's Ice Blood Demon Lord's data into.”

“Ah, the one that blew away that massive capital and had even the Demon God's legacy stolen entirely…… By any chance, is that guy the main culprit?”

“Yes. The Death Lord Kim Minwoo. I heard he ascended as the new Seven Lords of the Heavenly City after that. The red-eyed woman next to him is Yoo Honbi of the Demonic Cult, one of the existing Seven Lords.”

The executives' breaths caught in their throats.

Out-of-standard transcendents who had risen to the strongest position of their dimension.

Just why on earth did such disaster-class beings suddenly appear in this Galaxy, thoroughly disconnected from other dimensions.

“Are there any other peculiarities that came up on the intelligence network?”

At Arthur's chilly question, the Intelligence Director hurriedly tapped his hologram pad.

“W-well, a cult called the Death Cult is spreading like an epidemic centered around the Under City. Furthermore…… there is news that they are scraping together massive amounts of discarded lower-class personality chips in the back alleys and injecting them into machines…….”

At those words, Arthur's snake-like eyes flashed chillingly. The puzzle pieced together in his mind in a single breath.

The method by which he sliced the necks of the existing Seven Lords in the Heavenly City and rose to the apex.

Just like how he gathered believers in the lower districts…… the guy was planning to do the exact same thing here.

‘Is he perhaps trying to gather faith with scrap chips?’

If not, there was no reason to go out of his way to spread those trash-like personality chips in bulk in the slum.

Suddenly, a certain top-secret project that had been discarded in the past brushed past Arthur's mind.

An attempt to gather forced faith by running personality chips in bulk. It was exactly the Artificial God Project that all 5 megacorps had joined forces to conduct.

Why did they commit such an act?

It was partly due to Megacorp's endless greed, but the fundamental reason was fear.

In the past, a fragment of an Outer God had very briefly brushed past the outer boundary of the universe. At that time, Galaxy had fully mobilized its proudly boasted invincible fleet and state-of-the-art weaponry, but the result was a unilateral massacre.

Before the absolute authority of a god that mocked the physics engine and the laws of science, the fleet into which hundreds of trillions of credits were poured crumbled like a toy.

Only after witnessing the despair of an entire star system being erased whole by a single handful of fragments did the arrogant leaders keenly realize.

That the violence of a god could only be countered with the power of the same god.

The fact that the ultimate end point that science and capital must reach was ultimately nothing but seizing divinity for oneself.

Right after that keen realization, Galaxy researched all the gods existing in the universe, and split them into two categories to analyze. The genuine, out-of-standard gods born as gods from the very beginning. And those who were originally mortals but were elevated to gods after receiving massive worship.

Naturally, what Megacorp coveted was the latter.

There was not even a way to know how the gods of the beginning were born.

But what if it was a case where a mortal gained divinity and ascended?

From the perspective of greedy capitalists, this was an absolutely irresistible blue ocean that they had to tear apart and consume by any means through reverse engineering.

Galaxy immediately poured astronomical capital to search for other-dimensional brokers and eventually secretly smuggled in the corpses of those who had risen from mortals to gods.

And after tearing those corpses to shreds and thoroughly dissecting them, they finally succeeded in scientifically defining the structure of the transcendent existence known as a god.

What is a god.

Analyzing it in a Megacorp way, it was a kind of massive main server. And the believers offering blind faith were structures close to biological batteries endlessly supplying power to that server.

Prayer and worship.

In other dimensions, they called it faith and held it sacred, but it was different in Galaxy.

That was merely high-density data combining specific frequencies and emotional energy spewed from the brain.

The leaders of Megacorp, having realized the principle, cheered.

What need was there to rely on the beliefs of capricious and hard-to-manage organic humans?

Personality chips programmed to castrate complex emotions and solely transmit the specific frequency of blind worship.

It was a perfect calculation that if they mass-produced hundreds, tens of millions of those chips and poured them into a test subject acting as a main server, that massive data traffic would eventually forcibly ascend a normal physical body to divinity.

However, the project failed miserably.

The biggest cause was exactly the danger of divine pollution.

A god is essentially an existence like a massive anchor created by lumping together the material called faith.

To them, blind and pure faith is like clear and clean water of life.

But the faith data forcibly squeezed out from chips was completely different.

What came out from cheap defective chips was merely turbid muddy water and fatal noise leaving only mechanical survival instincts and trash-like memory remnants.

The moment they accepted the mechanical clamor pouring from tens, millions of chips, the test subjects acting as servers all had their egos polluted and went crazy as terrible monsters.

Then would the highest-grade personality chips plastered with massive money have been different?

They were qualitatively better than the trash chips, but the fundamental limit was clear.

The fake belief forcefully mimicked by algorithms in scraps of machines could never surpass the pure and deep faith of a living, breathing organism.

Whether that was an innate limit possessed by iron machines, or the greatness of life harboring a soul, they did not know. Since philosophical contemplation was not the corporation's role.

The only certain truth was the fact that even after pouring in that astronomical capital, Megacorp's Artificial God Project had perfectly failed.

Even if they withstood the pollution, another wall existed. Ordinary people who were not born with the talent or vessel to accommodate data in the first place would have their efficiency crawl on the bottom and could never reach the realm of a god, no matter if thousands or hundreds of millions of traffic were slammed into them.

Arthur, who had also wanted to become a god himself with massive capital power, had to give up his dream without lingering attachment after realizing the cruel limit of talent and the side effects of divine pollution.

However, there was no way the 5 megacorp leaders, who were vicious capitalists down to the bone, would have just quietly discarded the byproducts that cost astronomical money.

They cleverly scattered the tens of billions of trash defective chips, which had become troublesome to dispose of, in the back alleys of the Under City at a bargain price or for free.

They thoroughly stood back and watched whether the lower class picked them up and did illegal modifications or fried their brains.

They used the entire Under City as a massive, cost-free outdoor testing ground.

The purpose was only one. It was because of the shallow expectation that perhaps among the tens of billions of population rotting at that gutter-like bottom, an out-of-standard mutant who could withstand the muddy water of that terrible divine pollution might pop out like a miracle.

But…….

“A treasure has finally popped out from the garbage dump.”

A bizarre and deep arc was drawn on Arthur's lips.

Scraping together trash chips from all over and spreading them meant that he didn't even care about the fatal divine pollution pouring from the chips in the first place.

How he was withstanding that fatal pollution, he could not figure out at all.

But that principle didn't matter anymore.

The important thing was the fact that the perfect answer to the 'Artificial God Project', which was thought to be absolutely impossible, had descended upon Galaxy at this very moment.

The moment he realized that fact, an overwhelming greed fully took place in Arthur's mind.

“Connect an emergency hologram line to the remaining 4 megacorp leaders right now.”

Arthur stood up slowly from his seat and commanded chillingly.

“Tell them that the finished product of the project we have been waiting for decades has rolled into our front yard on its own two feet.”

His eyes sparkled with greed.

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