I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Hey, you made it, Master."

"Have you finished reading?

"Oh, you should read it too"

"Hmm, that's a long time."

The thick journal is almost filled to the end. There will be a few years.

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I became this body, and it's about three years old.

I decided to keep a diary from today. I don't have any particular reason, but I thought that would be okay. I know I can't do it every day, but I'm gonna write it once a week.

Maybe someone will see this diary. I'm going to write a few words about me for that person.

Let's start with where I am. Even so, I don't know the exact location. But I know what kind of place it is.

This is a floating island wandering through the sky. And where it was a secret experimental facility in the Reids kingdom. I was imprisoned in this facility, one of the subjects.

I don't know exactly what kind of experiment it was. Looks like he was doing anything that might help with the war.

I was an experiment on necromancy. I don't go into much detail, but I haven't wanted to die 5 or 10 times.

The researchers' eyes on us weren't those of the same people. Those are the eyes that look at guinea pigs. At least, there was no word to say that this facility was humanitarian.

And that day, all sorts of tragedies - no, is it a miracle? Anyway, after everything, I stopped the humans.

I was about to be killed that day. [M] In previous experiments, I had lost both legs and my right arm, and it was decided to dispose of it. And at the end of the day, it was decided to be a guinea pig for a lot of experiments.

Living Necromancer - well, it's about me. I could only use the LV1 technique that I was reminded of at this facility - an experiment about what would happen if I injected resentment into it and undead it as it is. You're not even busy, are you?

Whatever happens, I die.

Tied up in chains, he lay at the center of a huge magic formation painted on the floor. There, an impossible amount of resentment is poured into it. I cannot reject my resentment because of the junction and the special procedure. And the resentments that found the body to accept killed me from next to next.

Feeling the resentment pouring in beyond the limits, (oh, you're dead). I thought so. At the edge of my eyes, the magic is shining, and the ceremony that undead me is about to activate.

But that's when.

Is it God's mercy? No, is that a prank?

In the room I was in, a dungeon core suddenly appeared.

What do you think you're writing? I didn't know why either. [M]

The core of being created everywhere in the world, disregarding the law.

Why did you show up at that place then? Was that a coincidence? Is that a god of chaos prank? Did the god who pitied us do something to you?

I don't know.

All I know is that I was certified Lord in Dungeon Core and became Dungeon Master. That my abilities were bottomed up because of it and I was able to accept all the hordes of resentment. And that the ritual of undead alive made it undead.

In advance planning, I was supposed to be a junior undead, called Zombie Mage. 'Cause I'm gonna be a lot stronger than I ever was.

But the enormous resentment that has been poured into me, the fact that I have become a dungeon master, triggers two irregularities.

Oh, my God, I was being rich. Yes, that Rich. At first I thought you had become a skeleton. I was surprised to see more than 20 more magic and skills available.

I woke up as Rich three days after the core appeared. I don't remember anything in between. However, at that time there was no living human figure on the floating island, overflowing with undead. And it's rich. You've been stunned for a while.

Some people might call it evolution. It's even said to be one of the ultimate purposes of a necromancer.

But I don't think so.

Since I quit people, my heart can't help but dry. To quench this thirst, I thoroughly destroyed the undead and wandering researchers, but I can't quench my thirst at all. Hatred overflows from next to next.

Painful. I can't help but hate humans. I want to mess it all up. I always want to kill him.

Revenge. That's why I exist now.

But I really don't want to do that. Even though I got rich, I was miraculously freed from the identity of an experimental body. I want to live quietly like this.

The resentment in me just doesn't allow it. [M] Kill me, destroy me, avenge the world, and move me. I can't stop myself.

I don't know who reads this diary. Enemy or ally, good or bad? I just want you to know about this island if you want. And I want you to tell people about the evil deeds of the Reids kingdom and clear our minds. Please.

April 7, 3619

Keep a diary from today. Well, it's a journal I started writing on a whim. Especially since something didn't happen today, I have nothing to highlight.

So write down lightly what you did today.

As usual, the dungeon was expanded. And the creation of the undead. The corpses of the researchers and the experimental subjects who were allies are still there. For a while, I'm going to create a lower undead, fill the magic, and secure the GP.

Still, you didn't know GP was short for Goddess Point. I think it's because it's dedicated to the goddess of chaos.

29 Sep 3619

GP exceeded 10,000 of the memorial. This will give you the facility to mass produce the median undead.

And then I tried to write down about the dungeon, but there's a part I can't write about. I tried to write down something about the dungeon core, but the brush didn't work.

Apparently, strange forces are working. You're tying me up, Rich, so that's a lot of compulsion. Is it God's work?

4 Nov 3619

I decided to consume the GP and create a stronger distribution. There was a lot left in the facility, but some of it was also left with materials for the undead summons. Among them was a material called the bone of a hero. As its name suggests, it seems to be the bone of a hero of the past. I don't know if it's true.

But the strength seemed real. It was Legendary Skeleton Fighter who could be called in. He was an individual who even had extra skills: "Unleashing Potential".

To try, I tried a mock fight and it's pretty strong. This got a good subordination.

31/12/3619

Today is the last day of the year. It's the fourth New Year's Eve to be rich. I prepared bread and soup for the New Year's Eve celebration. I can't eat it, but I can just feel it.

Hmm, what about the undead celebrating......

The GP will reach its goal in a few moments. If we get the Necromancer Creation Workshop, we'll be able to produce more undead. Looking forward to it.

February 27, 3620

Finally got the Necromancer Creation Workshop. Whenever I look at it, the dungeon functions strangely. You can set up a workshop in an instant.

There was a significant increase in the list of undead that could be made with the dungeon function. Besides, there was also a considerable increase in the number of undead repertoires I summon with necromancy.

But don't be sure which way you make it.

The undead created by the function of the dungeon has demonic stones in the body and has a high rate of magic return to the dungeon. But you're not very capable, are you?

The family members I created by sorcery do not exist because pseudo-soul souls replace demon stones. My ability was great because I built it, Rich. [M] But the rate of magic return to the dungeon is pretty low. Besides, it's so belligerent to nuke resentment.

I wish I could improve the undead I created in the dungeon function after ruling in Necromancer rule, but it's honestly a hassle to do hundreds.

Um, let's cut it in half.

18 Sep 3620

Recently, the course of the floating island seems to have stabilized. I can manipulate the route, but I use a lot of magic...

It's across several countries, but if you're not too far from Reids, that's fine. Revenge on them is why I exist. [M]

April 14, 3621.

The larger size of the dungeon greatly increased the number of items available in GP. All the large facilities in particular are amazing.

There were junctions that completely covered the dungeons and facilities that converted resentment into magic. They all need 300,000 GPs, so they won't be available for a while.

July 11, 3621.

Dungeon expansion ended. The interior is all ten tiers. Externally, 50 meters from the surface of the floating island will be the range of influence of the dungeon.

I don't think we'll ever be landed again if we improve our aviation capabilities.

From now on, we're going to invest in creating undead and installing traps.

May 20, 3622.

I've been trying to create a special individual for a long time today. The undead is the Necromancer Eater, who created 10,000 GPs.

Oh, my God, they're gonna eat the undead and be strong on you. It just looks like a zombie now, but I'm looking forward to seeing how it grows.

Usually I decided to leave the labyrinth wandering my way.

10/10/3622

Today, I think I'll be writing a lot in a while.

Oh, my God, I became a dungeon master, and there was my first intruder. At first, I thought it was the hand of the Reids kingdom, but it seems to be very different.

There was only one, and he looks like an adventurer. I'm a necromancer, but I was a pretty high opponent. Even I was able to follow Griffon Skeleton, who struggled to summon.

I worked pretty hard to position the birds and bats undead. I was broken through by Griffon's power moves.

The forest on the ground worked properly, though. I tried to position the phantom trap and make it easier to get lost in the road, but it caught me well.

I ran into the undead the first time I went, and I think I drained a lot.

It looked like we were retreating, so I let the top undead chase us. The Necromancer eater got a lot stronger, and I could beat him to win... You got away with it in the end.

Too bad. I caught him and wanted to hear a lot about him. In some cases, I could have handed it down.

Nevertheless, I laughed a long time ago. I've probably never laughed like this before in my life.

"My name is Jean Doobie! Ha ha, an undead nest! It's a dungeon for me!".

I'm not making fun of you, am I? Rather a spectrum? The accessories of the claws, the worn robes, and the words and deeds. That's the true Necromancer, isn't it?

What about me? [M] You said something about me to Rich. Aren't you dressed up?

So I'm going to try to be a little aware of how to talk from today onwards.

"We are Rich, king of evil spirits! Oh, my God! ♪ Or what do you think? No, what about it?

Mmm, that sounds good! Come on.

Well, it's gonna take a little while before I get used to it.

28/10/3623

Finally, the GP accumulated 300,000. Now the resentment furnace can be installed. That was worth actively hunting for the warcraft that occasionally comes around the floating island.

Demon Stone can be used for demon props, and I thought I'd leave it... It is the Demon Stone that allows the Dungeon to absorb and get the # 1 GP.

Even miscellaneous fish like Lesser Wyburn get 20 GPs. In the end, I decided to let the dungeon absorb everything.

This facility absorbs the resentment around it. They say they convert it into magic. By connecting with my colleagues, I will be able to absorb magic and resentment indefinitely.

April 12, 3624

Thanks to the resentment furnace, the power of my colleagues is increasing every day. If things go smoothly like this, the day will come when you will gain the strength you need to avenge them.

But there is also a slight anomaly. The resentment within us is gaining strength so much that we can understand ourselves. For my colleagues who have the ability to change resentment, the increase in resentment is also an increase in power......

I also feel hatred and resentment are on the rise.

November 3, 3624

There have been moments lately when I don't remember. Is that the effect of the resentment furnace?

August 7, 3625

I noticed something interesting today. I'm a ghost eater, but at some point I was becoming a child.

Until the other day, I should have been a giant nearly 10 meters......

I guess it's the result of scraping off the wasted part. Much smaller, but the magic was more than doubled.

Besides, that figure looked just like my brother before he became rich. Is it because you shed my magic on him? Or because we built it? Interesting.

3626, February 24

I don't remember two days of the week. I saw the video recording, which is a function of the dungeon, is that my brother? What was on the footage was exactly Rich.

There was a tyranny, ruthlessness, cruelty, a good fit for words like that, evil spirit king.

Only when, my brother must be swallowed up by that being.

But maybe that's good.

Sweetness is not necessary to take revenge. If you were that my brother, you would surely avenge the Reids kingdom. More miserable, more atrocious.

October 6, 3626.

Lack of memory is finally bad. I don't remember half the day.

But the plan is going well. Level up our own people, improve our distribution. With this power, I can drop the Reids Kingdom.

Still bad minutes in the all-out war, but an ambush on the King's capital by a floating island and the assassination of a royal family. And take in the humans you killed in the first war, as undead soldiers.

I should be able to. The decision is six months later.

Let us remind the world of the depth of our resentment.

March 19, 3627

For the first time in six months, he regained consciousness. The main personality is completely over there now.

The dungeons seem to be fortifying well, I don't mind.

But is this God's guidance?

It's been a long time since I woke up. There's been another intruder today. Besides, like last time, he was a necromancer who called himself Jean. This time, they also have collaborators.

The collaborators were cute girls my age before I became rich. But he's an amazing swordsman.

I can't take my eyes off the footage they send me.

Nice, if you had such a friend...... Having been a slave since I was born, I have no experience of having friends. So maybe that girl looks more dazzling.

I don't want that kid to die... Is that an impossible wish?

Nevertheless, the dungeon is attacked with tremendous momentum. I'm sure you're all set. If so, will you be attacked?

Thinking about it, I feel strange. The anxiety that we may not be able to take revenge and the expectation that we may be free from this heart-burning resentment.

Do we want to disappear? Don't you want to disappear?

I don't know.

It's just, I guess that necromancer and the girl are our destiny. Well, what happens......

Too bad I can't see the end for myself. What is happening the next time I wake up? Or do I not have to wake up anymore? Looking forward to it.

Could this journal be read by Jean Doobie and the Beastman girl?

If so, I just want to say one thing.

I'm glad you guys survived.