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I looked around.
I had raided the Black Brotherhood’s headquarters using the information Arianna had given me. And I realized just how powerful Combat Intuition was.
I had avoided almost all the traps on my way down to the third basement floor.
Even when I accidentally triggered a trap, I instinctively dodged the incoming projectiles. Of course, it was all thanks to Arianna’s detailed explanation of the traps.
I had been careful, but my Combat Intuition had also helped me identify the traps.
‘I’m not likely to die from a trap in a dungeon now.’
Dungeons were filled with traps and mimics disguised as treasure chests. I wouldn’t have to worry about losing a hand to a mimic anymore.
How did I feel after annihilating the assassins?
They were weaker than I had expected. Arianna had said she was one of their strongest members, so that said it all.
But they would have become a major threat if they had been left alone. They were making significant progress with their Kodoku research.
Once the Kodoku research was complete, they would have absorbed other organizations and become the most powerful criminal organization in Northvan.
They were involved in loan sharking, drug trafficking, human trafficking, organ trafficking… they had their hands in everything.
It was all thanks to their ability to control influential figures with Kodoku.
So, eliminating the Black Brotherhood before they grew too powerful was the best course of action.
And…
‘I also prevented Arianna’s death.’
In the original story, Arthur had tried to attack the Black Brotherhood alone, but he had been too weak from the poison and had arrived too late.
The Black Brotherhood, sensing that their base had been compromised, had already relocated.
And Arianna, branded a traitor, had been killed by Janet.
I didn’t know what kind of butterfly effect the annihilation of the Black Brotherhood would create. But for now, I wanted to enjoy the peace.
The academy festival was coming up.
[My lord, everything is clear on my end. How’s it going on your side?]
[I think I’ve killed them all.]
I received a telepathic message from Lien.
[Same here. What about Runtar?]
―Lien, Master, everything is clear on my end as well.
I nodded at Runtar’s report.
I had set fire to every room on my way down to the third basement floor. No one in their right mind would try to escape through the flames.
I looked around, then snapped my fingers.
Click!
The flames died down instantly.
[Keep an eye out for any survivors.]
It was time to practice my Necromancy.
I had used it in battle before, against the lizardmen and Vine’s army. But I hadn’t had a chance to properly practice it.
I couldn’t use dark magic in front of the citizens of Airasvan or resurrect monsters in front of an Indigo Dragon.
And the demons had disintegrated upon death.
So, I hadn’t had any opportunities to practice.
I went upstairs, planning to resurrect the corpses I had left behind.
The bodies of the assassins were scattered everywhere.
‘Necromancy really is a creepy type of magic.’
It felt wrong, somehow. I began resurrecting the corpses.
“Rise.”
Blue mana enveloped the bodies. They slowly sat up, obeying my command.
The difference between my necromancy and Murmur’s was that the undead I resurrected looked healthier.
They didn’t look like decaying zombies. Their severed limbs had been reattached.
‘It must be because of my pure mana.’
They looked like normal humans. I looked down at them and extended my hand.
“Sit.”
The dozen or so undead immediately knelt, like well-trained soldiers.
“Stand at attention! At ease!”
They obeyed my commands, their movements surprisingly quick. They weren’t slow like typical zombies. They looked like a disciplined army.
“This is… strangely entertaining.”
I couldn’t help but grin.
“Dance.”
They started dancing. I gave them a few more commands.
I made them stand against the wall, and I made them do squats. They obeyed without question.
This could be useful in battle.
I could even create an army of Death Knights if my Necromancy level was high enough.
“Can anyone talk? Speak up.”
“Grooo…”
“…”
“Grooo…”
They tried to speak, but I couldn’t understand them.
“Sorry, never mind. Be quiet.”
Unlike Runtar and Lien, they couldn’t communicate. Runtar was a high-level fire spirit, and Lien had been resurrected with Gamigin’s Ruby.
It wasn’t a fair comparison.
I continued resurrecting the corpses as I made my way down to the third basement floor. I had an army of about fifty undead now.
“Master Sylvia would be horrified.”
I couldn’t let her see this.
Not only could she sense demonic energy, but she would also be furious if she found out what I had been doing.
‘Lien was an exception… she might understand if I explain… but she’ll still lecture me.’
And her mother had been a Death Knight.
I decided to test something.
“Enter my shadow.”
The undead disappeared into my shadow. I ordered them to come out, and they reappeared.
“Your captain is pleased.”
I had just said it randomly. But they seemed to understand, their eyes glowing with a newfound determination. An army of fearless undead. It was reassuring.
They looked like unusually quiet soldiers.
“Skill Window.”
I checked my skill window.
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⚙ Skill Window ⚙
Linchester Swordsmanship – Modified – (Lv6)
Hand-to-Hand Combat (Lv3) · Spirit Magic (Lv4)
Necromancy (Lv4) · Elemental Magic (Lv5)
Mana Control (Lv6) · Physical Resistance (Lv5)
Immunity to Heat and Cold (Max) · Cold Resistance (Max)
Fire Resistance (Max) · Lightning Resistance (Lv2)
Poison Resistance (Lv5) · Mental Resistance (Lv2)
Combat Intuition (Lv3)
