Hundreds Years After I Was Called [Just Corpse], I’ve Become Strongest Undead When I Woke Up

A large man with a giant battle axe and forty barrels of body.

And then the youngest of them.

Is she a swordsman?

Is it a bandit or a reprimand for a small man whose age is difficult to discern?

Finally, a bald-headed man with a stick, presumably in the middle of the 30s.

I don't see much of a face and I'm armed.

The quartet stood up with consternation in front of me, who appeared during the battle with the monster.

The pig monster, on the other hand,

"Bhuhuhuh!?

I thought I snorted my nose like that and ran away at a violent speed.

Only me and four strange men and women will be left here.

Um... well, what do I do?

I wish I had met a human, but I have no idea how to speak up.

Even before I was alive, I wasn't good at communicating.

Not to mention being undead and wandering around the dungeon all the time.

I don't feel like I can talk well at all.

I have no choice but to be confused and silent.

On the other hand, they look scared or desperate.

Doesn't he recognize me as a dangerous monster in the first place?

So you can't hope for a friendly conversation.

No, I wasn't much of an undead in the puddle.

If you know that you're the right person to speak to, you'll be a little off guard.

Yes, it is.

Let's begin with a greeting.

Say "hello" brightly and energetically and you'll be able to do it!

"... Ko... chi..."

My voice was so small that I was surprised.

Because I'm not used to speaking yet.

Still, greetings are greetings.

It's a big step.

They must have understood that I wasn't a danger.

……

Hey, no reaction!?

I said hi, didn't I?

Rather, their faces were getting stiffer and stiffer.

Instead, it appears to have heightened vigilance.

Kh, what the hell was wrong with you...?

Yeah, I see.

Smile!

It was a blurry little voice, and I was probably nervous and faceless.

It is not strange that it would be counterproductive.

I moved my expression muscles desperately.

Come on.

It was the next moment.

Suddenly, a warrior man roared like a beast.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

And the face of death jumps in.

Huh?

You tried so hard to make a smile, but it's counterproductive again!?

What a warrior man has is an axe with a huge blade that would be difficult for ordinary people to lift.

I'm gonna swing it down my head.

Oh, maybe this will kill you?

If I didn't avoid it, I'd be stunned by an axe blade on my forehead.

Baggin '!

"Hmm!?

A man peels his eyes.

It was supposed to shatter my head, but it was the axe that was destroyed.

The blade broke apart.

I'm... intact.

"Bai, monster....."

The man mutters so small with a cramped face.

"Alec, back off!

The girl who screamed like that from behind him was a swordsman.

No, if you look closely, she's lifting like a magic wand, creating a huge flame mass over her head.

Looks like a magical swordsman.

"Meteor Fire!

A chunk of flame came straight down to me like a meteorite.

Ooooooooooooooooooooo!

Direct hit.

And I burn myself in a fierce flame.

Undead monsters are generally vulnerable to fire magic.

Physical attacks didn't work at all, but this would have...

"... it's not hot at all"

It wasn't as hot as burning in a flame that covered my body.

It's not just a loss of sensation, it's not a burn on your body.

"Nh... it's not working!

As the Witch Swordsman shouted, I felt a slight sign behind me and looked back.

There was a small man.

Even with his eyes lit up like a bird of prey, he pushed his intentions to the extreme in his faceless expression.

I was holding a knife in my hand.

No, it's closer to the "needle" of a dark weapon than a knife.

He glances me in the eye and sticks it out without hesitation.

A familiar killing technique.

/(adv-to, adv-to) (on-mim) sniffing/sniffing/

However, the "needle" broke when it hit the eyeballs.

My eyes are intact.

"Stupid..."

A consternation appeared in the face of a man with no expression.

Shortly afterwards, a bald man jumped at me with a spell.

I waved down a stick wrapped in bright light right in front of me.

"Destroy it! Ahhhhhh!

An incredible flash of light blows over my body.

Blizzard.

For the first time, I felt a slight pain, like static electricity running, and I trembled my body.

But soon the light subsided as if nothing had happened.

"... I didn't know this was going to work..."

The bald man muttered in dismay.

"Seriously... I can't believe Guy's trick isn't working at all to purify even the higher undead..."

"Nh, what is this monster...?

"... despair."

The other three moaned with an incredible face.

Well, what do we do?

I didn't expect to be attacked suddenly.

But fortunately, I'm intact.

It's true that I was attacked, but if I forgive it, I may still be able to have a friendly conversation.

To do that, I must first appeal that I am not angry.

I failed earlier, but now it's time to take advantage of my smile.

Come on.

"Hyi......"

... you're scared.

And then.

As the big man of the battleaxe made up his mind, he shook his hand into his pocket and took out something like a creepy crystal.

"One or eight, I'm going to use this...!

The crystal threw at me when I shouted at him with a face of death.

Palin!

The crystal breaks right at my feet.

The next moment, as if the space had been distorted, the sight in front of me turned happily.

……

Was it attacked in any way?

But as always, there is nothing unusual about the body.

But when the space came back, a big shadow appeared there sometime.

Looks like a goat on the lower half of the Centaurs.

It has bat-like black wings in two twisted corners and is covered with bright red hair.

Apparently the earlier crystal contained magic to force summoning something.

"Is this... the devil...?

An evil race created by evil gods and said to inhabit other worlds.

That's the devil.

Although the individual differences are large, they are generally characterized by the corners of the head and the dark black wings, and generally have a high ability.

Even the lower-ranking demons are struggling with skilled adventurers.

"Ooooooooo!"

The devil shouted so loudly as to show his anger at what he was forced to summon.

Some demons have high intelligence and have conversations, but apparently the opposite is true.

Oh, they're running away!

Looking closely, those four turned their backs on us and fled at full speed.

What does it mean to leave the devil alone while calling him out?

Maybe you can't control it just by summoning it.

Thanks to me, the devil's wrath turned against me.

Four-legged kicks and knocks on the ground and jumps.

This is the first time I learned to resist being attacked like this.

For I had heard that the devil might rule over him, and make him his family.

I wish I could die, but I don't want to be a family member.

That's what I thought. I was poking my fist at the imminent demon.

Bang!

The moment the demon and my fist collided, an incredible burst of noise roared.

It was the lower body of the devil that burst.

A demon with only the upper body falls from his head to the ground as he spreads blood and organs around him.

At that moment, I saw my face twisted in astonishment.

... no, I'm surprised, too.