Damn Necromancer

Chapter 432: Giving Everything Away

"Brother, do you see this light of miracle! Death is not the end!"

The rest stop was literally a pandemonium.

A group covered in bloody water from head to toe roamed everywhere, conducting proselytizing activities.

The ones leading this sales pitch were the 500 first-priority revived who had crossed the threshold of death and experienced resurrection.

The moment they were resurrected, they instinctively realized through the magic power of the dead engraved in their souls.

That the one who saved them was not a mere apostle of the God of Death!

'He is a true god himself. A genuine cosmic Higher God who governs death!'

'It was Kim Minwoo himself?'

Of course, they could not blab that fact around the neighborhood.

Because Kim Minwoo, who had to hide his identity, had issued a strict gag order, stating that if they uttered the word god out of their mouths, he would turn them back into bone dust.

As it was the command of the creator, they, as creations, absolutely could not refuse it.

But, was this a loss for them?

'Is there anything to particularly lose?'

There was absolutely nothing.

Rather, it was a benefit.

A Higher God.

A position that only an extremely small number of chosen ones could reach even in the vast universe.

Ultimately, didn't it mean that the leader guiding them was an absolute powerhouse?

'We rode a 1st-class bus driven by a real Higher God?'

The category of those who pass the Ascension Ritual was extremely small.

Among those revived here, the vast majority were bound to die while undergoing the trials.

Yet they had luckily grabbed onto a golden rope.

This was truly a massive jackpot.

'If it cannot be reversed anyway…….'

'It is better to prove our loyalty the most!'

Besides, since Kim Minwoo had subtly promised an incentive, saying, 'If you proselytize diligently and increase the number of believers, I will repair your bones and flesh more solidly later,' the flames of fanaticism were burning brightly in the eyes of the 500 revived.

On the other hand, the ordinary survivors who had passed the Normal difficulty in each district and come up were clicking their tongues looking at that madness from the corners of the rest stop.

"Wh-what are those guys……."

"They went to the Despair rank and came back, and their very atmosphere is completely different."

The appearances of the Normal survivors were miserable.

They too were elites representing their respective dimensions, but the points they earned by risking their lives to clear the Normal trial were merely a little over 300 to 500 points.

[Rest Stop Shop]

Hard Rye Bread: 5 pt

Tasteless 2nd-Class Water: 5pt.

……Not eating food within the rest stop did not mean they would starve to death immediately.

However, to endure the next trial, they had to recover their depleted stamina and mentality.

The problem was the prices.

Buying even a single high-performance potion or buff food would evaporate their balance exactly as it was, so they could not waste points recklessly. Ultimately, wrapping up their profusely bleeding wounds roughly, they were taking a tear-soaked rest while chewing on dry 5-point rye bread.

It was that time.

The District 1 group swarmed toward the shop terminal.

"Keueuk, I used too much strength. I'm very hungry too……."

It was the moment everyone opened their status windows and checked their held points.

Everyone's eyes popped out like a frog's.

[Held Trial Points: 33,200 pt]

"……Uh?"

"What? The points are……."

"They're overflowing this much?!"

Screams of gasps burst out consecutively among the District 1 challengers who were checking their points nearby.

In a way, it was a natural result.

The place they had passed was a Despair rank where the acquisition multiplier itself was crazy.

On top of that, right before the system's deletion beam fell at the very end of the trial, hadn't they unilaterally slaughtered reaching 50,000 vampires like punching bags, sweeping up thousands of points per monster.

Before entering the trial, they endured for a whole week drinking tasteless water and eating tasteless rye bread,

And not stopping there, until just a moment ago they had been hunting risking their lives in a puddle of bloody water.

Naturally, their stress had reached its peak and their stamina was at rock bottom.

But opening their balances, they had a crazy amount of money?

"……Hey."

"Yeah."

"Let's rob the shop."

Starting with someone's single remark, the suppressed consumer sentiment of 10,000 people triggered a massive explosion.

The rest stop, where they should have been licking rye bread and worrying about the next trial, instantly transformed into a frenzied party venue putting a Dubai 7-star hotel buffet to shame.

The District 1 survivors held a festival, cutting hundred-point steaks and picking and eating various foods.

The Normal survivors, watching that sight from the corner of the rest stop, lost their minds, dropping the 5-point rye bread they held in their mouths with a tuk.

"……Hey, they are doing the same ritual as us, right?"

Rational calculations began to run wildly in their heads.

Despair rank had a survival probability of 0.3%. If you die, it's the end.

Normal rank is safe at 70%, but the rewards are small instead.

But what about reality?

In District 1, a whopping 10,000 people survived intact from the Despair rank, and were draping themselves in full buffs with massive points.

While nearly half of their own numbers were ground away in Normal.

'Damn it. I thought it would be better because it's Normal rank……. Hasn't the gap widened immensely?'

Look at them lavishly spending hundreds and thousands of points on food meant merely to fill the stomach.

It would be impossible unless they had earned an enormous amount.

Even after doing that, they would still have a ton of points left.

Then what would they do?

Naturally, unless they were fools, wouldn't they gear up and purchase all sorts of consumables.

The Ascension Ritual is a competitive structure.

Others stepping one step ahead was identical to themselves falling one step behind.

And the bastards stepping ahead number a whopping 10,000?

It was a terrible disaster.

It was that time.

Nasar, with meat juice smeared all over his mouth, approached the area where the Normal survivors were gathered, holding a steak skewer and an elixir in both hands.

A crystal-kin warrior whose entire body consisted of translucent minerals, and a wave-kin mage whose lower half consisted of liquid glared at him on high alert.

They were those who had reigned as the strongest in their respective dimensions, but right now they were in a tattered state due to magic power deficiency and injuries.

"Brothers, your wounds are deep. Please have this first."

Nasar smiled and offered the elixir and meat.

"……We have no points."

"Money is not needed. Because our Cult Leader wishes to ascend together with as many people as possible without meaningless deaths."

As the powerhouses of other dimensions, who had lost their reason to the smell of meat, hastily snatched the steak, Nasar's fluent sales pitch poured out.

"You underwent the Normal trial, right? How was the survival rate. Wasn't it more miserable than you thought? But look at us. A whopping 10,000 people survived the Despair rank and are chewing meat like this. Why do you think that is?"

"……Why is it?"

"Because we have a leader to believe in and follow. That person right there."

Nasar pointed gently toward the middle of the rest stop.

At the place his fingertip pointed, a man sat on a bench, leisurely sipping tea.

"……."

"……."

A question brushed past the eyes of the Normal survivors.

Shabby cotton clothes and sunburnt skin.

Even an impression that looked somewhat naive.

Anyone could see he was a clear country farmer.

An appearance as if he had been dragged out while plowing a field.

'That's the leader?'

'Isn't he some kind of farmer…….'

The crystal-kin warrior narrowed his brow.

The wave-kin mage also rippled his liquid lower half as if puzzled.

Just where was he a powerhouse.

He seemed like an ordinary human from whom not even a wave of magic power could be felt.

However, that doubt did not last long.

It was precisely because of the identity of Nasar, who was offering the elixir in front of them.

A beastkin lion-man fluttering a golden mane.

An absolute powerhouse who stood at the apex of his clan at a glance.

Such a person was revering that shabby man like a god?

'……There's something.'

'He's definitely not an ordinary human.'

Rather, the fact that his outward appearance was ordinary came across as even more chilling.

"Park Hyunsung. That is his name."

Nasar's voice became even lower and more reverent.

"And do you know what his true identity is under the mask of a human. ……He is the apostle of the great God of Death."

"……The God of Death?"

"Yes. The absolute who governs Earth, Caesar, Galaxy, the Demon Realm, the Heavenly City, and more. A cosmic powerhouse who reached a Higher God with a human body. He is the apostle of Lord Kim Minwoo. If you follow the Great One, you are guaranteed resurrection even in despair. You don't want to die a dog's death either, do you?"

"……Guaranteed resurrection, you say?"

"Yes. Even just myself right now, I was revived again from death."

Nasar said with a smile.

His sharp molars sparkled between the sunlight.

The pupils of the crystal-kin warrior and the wave-kin mage wavered greatly.

They were rational individuals.

They did not think that beastkin's sales pitch would be entirely the truth.

However, it couldn't all be false either.

Because the 10,000 Despair-rank survivors cutting steaks right before their eyes were that clear evidence and fact.

'To pierce through a 0.3% survival rate and have that many people survive…… it is only possible if an excellent leader truly outside the standard exists.'

A resurrection that brings the dead back to life?

They couldn't immediately believe such cult-like nonsense.

But one thing was certain.

'If we stick to that side, we can at least safely ride the bus while eating meat side dishes!'

Coincidentally, here at the intermediate rest stop, it was possible to change districts under the mutual agreement of challengers.

With a golden rope they could transfer to coming down right before their eyes, there was no fool who would stubbornly cling to a rotten rope while upholding their pride and die in the next trial.

"……Well, I will change my affiliation. Is that enough for now?"

"Of course! Because our God of Death is very benevolent!"

The crystal-kin warrior first manipulated the system window and changed his affiliated district to District 1.

Then, the hesitating wave-kin mage, and the survivors of other districts who had been reading the room nearby, also began to eagerly raise their hands.

"I, I will transfer my affiliation to District 1 too!"

"Excuse me, I'll join that God of Death or whatever for now, so please just give me a piece of steak……!"

Ttiring―!

[A large number of challengers are changing their affiliation to District 1.]

[The prospective believers of the Death Cult are explosively increasing!]

Watching that heartwarming sight from afar, Kim Minwoo, no, the apostle Park Hyunsung set down his teacup and smiled.

'Okay. The multi-level pyramid is running excellently.'

The identity laundering was perfect too.

Inflating the alt character's size by selling the main character's fame.

At first, they might be half-wits who merely changed districts to get a piece of meat, but after going through a few trials, they would eventually evolve into true fanatics shouting 'Long live the God of Death'.

It was around the time when the baby believers praising the God of Death while tearing into meat were rapidly growing in real-time in every corner of the rest stop, gradually taking over more than half of it.

"……What kind of disgrace is this."

On the opposite side of the rest stop square.

A man wearing a pure white robe and holding a brilliant golden staff walked out slowly.

A benevolent smile that seemed to embrace the entire world lingered on his face.

"Brothers, do not be blinded by such vulgar material."

As soon as that man appeared, thousands of District 7 survivors simultaneously smashed their foreheads onto the floor.

"The Apostle of Radiance has descended!"

"Glory to the great God of Light!"

Truly blind praise.

The man emitting even a holy halo reached out his hand benevolently toward Kim Minwoo, who was sitting on the bench.

"Darkness and greed gnaw at the soul. I shall personally purify your pitiful lambs with true light."

The man emitting light while commanding thousands of believers.

Kim Minwoo, who had been quietly watching that sight, let out a hollow laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

'No, really.'

To think there was another guy doing cult sales in this field besides me?

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