Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

A bear screams of pain and falls down. I just swung down as far as I could. [M]

The blade, shaken down without knowing the addition or subtraction, tore the bear's thick fur and chopped the meat. Blood splashes, but my hand never stops.

The body is moving on its own. I was able to recognize my situation from a step back.

Splashed blood sticks to his face and eyes. But there's no pain. No, in the first place - if I had pain, my body would have had terrible severe pain now.

My arms are thin. [M] I've never had anything like it, and I've never waved a sword. Can you tear the thick skin of a wild beast with my slender arms? With my jaw, which I didn't eat much, could I chew up a thousand pieces of warcraft meat?

Normally, it's impossible. If me and the bear fight, 10 out of 10, I lose without even thinking about it. If you're lucky enough to take a blow, you'll never be able to kill off a bear with it.

But the opposite sight is spreading in front of us now. The bear was still frightened and spasmodic, but the meat I gave him was deeply damaged, to the bone. Clearly fatal.

How could you defeat this formidable beast? I was guessing the main cause of this from the spooky shock that was transmitted to my arm every time I waved down my armpit.

"Enough, he's dead. Stop it."

I take orders from Lord, and the arm that was moving like it was broken stops. My breath is not disturbed. No fatigue, no pain. There is no such thing in the undead.

I just look down on my right arm softly. My right arm was so depressed that it was still going to rot.

As far as I can tell, I haven't been attacked on my right arm. Perhaps it was a recoil that slapped the bear down with all its might.

If I was in pain, I couldn't keep attacking. At least I couldn't put my strength into it. That kind of wound.

No, that's not all. Both the head thrust on my stomach when I approached him and the left arm, which received a thick forefoot strangulation, had the power that would probably render me incapable of combat with a single blow if I were alive.

From his left arm, a broken bone protrudes and his fingers wrapped around the back of his brain are bent in an unattached direction.

I can attack with all my strength without worrying about injury, pain, or fatigue. Perhaps that is the strength of the undead.

But that doesn't mean the flesh isn't hurt. The wolves of Lord's obedience also remain wounded on the road.

My flesh, which was so painful, is now feeling no pain whatsoever. The fact was more shocking to me than when I understood I was reborn as an undead.

When Lord checked the bear's remains, he then observed my body from top to bottom and frowned.

"To this extent... no, I could have done this far with a morbid corpse. Well done, huh? Even if I can't use it now, I just need to be able to use it later."

It's a terrible word to force the battle. But I can't even say it back.

When Lord sighed, he put a cane in his hand toward my flesh, which was depressed.

Spell two or three small words. It's a different spell than the recovering magic of a white magician I've received on many occasions in my hospital bed.

"Negative power to the coming, to the stopping of time, to the living dead." Reverse Force "

Purple light lights up at the end of the cane and creepy pleasure runs through the wound. The congestion in his right arm pulls in an instant, and the broken left arm returns to its original location. Bones snap through the body and return to the way they should be. The jaw is repaired and the teeth that should have been crushed are restored.

I've heard that healing magic is a highly challenging magic. Even fractured wounds cost a huge amount of money to magically heal them completely.

I don't know if healing magic for the undead is the same difficulty as that, but I do know that Lord is an exceptional user of magic.

I've heard that exercising magic involves strong fatigue, but Lord healed my wounds and hasn't disturbed one breath.

I had predictions from living in the back of these woods, but I still don't seem to be the only one.

Lord Horos looked at my wound and made sure it was healing fine, and said with a look that didn't seem funny.

"Find the next one. End, follow me."

In the end, I was to be fought that day by a total of five horrible warcraft.

§

After the battle, they are taken to the basement again. Apparently, I'm basically in the basement. [M]

Perhaps I am like a sword to a swordsman.

Lorde left, and in a quiet basement, time to think was enough to rot.

I know exactly how I am. The body moves. No fatigue, no pain. Good night's eye. Speaking of which, this basement, Lord's exhalation was white. Room temperature is a low hassle, but not feeling cold at all is probably the property of the flesh today.

As for the body, it is only necessary to note that it is better than before in everything, but you may not realize it even if the flesh is damaged because there is no pain.

He also found that Lord was a powerful magician and had many powerful men besides me.

So did the wolves at night, and on the way back I saw walking human bones. It's a guy named Skeleton, often used by necromancers in stories. That's all I saw, but in the story, the Necromancer was manipulating tons of undead. It is more natural to assume that there are many other dead people manipulating. Of course, we have to think about the combat capability of the load body.

But I didn't understand the purpose of the key load.

How did you bring me back to life with nothing but sick flesh? Even if we were to use it as an escort, we should have had more or less other options.

And most importantly, I'm curious - the 'difference' between Lord's assumption and my current situation.

Some time after the sign of Lord disappeared, I moved out again.

Go in front of the door to avoid making any noise and carefully grip the knob on the door. There is no sign that the load will return, although the door will make an alarming noise.

I can gently help. The door, which could not be helped at first, opened quietly and lightly.

Open your eyes wide and grab the edge of the entrance with your right hand.

And I slowly took my right leg out.

The back of my leg touches the floor, outside the room.

- Again, just as I thought.

I can get out. I couldn't get out the first time they put me on standby, but now I can get out.

What's the difference from the beginning?

Lord didn't give me orders this time when he left me. Like at first, there was a lack of orders not to leave the room.

So now I'm free to leave the room without being tied to orders.

I felt my heart jump when I was supposed to stop beating.

This is - the difference. It's the difference between what Lord assumed and what I'm in.

Lord does not envisage any possibility of my escape. There will be no line that I forgot to give the order. There is no way that a magician who manipulates the dead is such an idiot.

Perhaps the first order was not specifically intended. What a word I put out for nothing.

And how come you're not assuming I could get away with it?

If my heart hadn't stopped, my heart would have struck like an early bell with tension.

I was lucky.

Thank you for your past self. When I first woke up, I was really lucky I didn't speak up to Lord.

In retrospect, so far all Lord's words have sounded similar to solitaire. Even when ordering me - there was no sign that I would ask this one.

Pull your legs in and gently close the door to return to where you stood earlier.

Walking around the mansion in this situation is too careless. At least you should know about the behavioral patterns of Lord's day.

If my imagination is correct - Lord still doesn't know I'm self-conscious.

There is not enough information yet, but it is said that it was confirmed that the language will be understood. It is said that nothing was said without having to say anything from here. I don't think it has come off that much.

Most importantly, if you know you're still self-conscious - there's got to be something more 'first order'.

Don't let this happen to you.

Lower your hands slowly and keep your posture like a statue. Whatever you did, you should have had a chance.

Whether hostile to the Lord or not, you better have more bills.

§ § §

And then my new life began.

My role was as an assistant to Lord Horos. My main job is to escort and hunt when I go out in the open.

Lord used me to hunt the Warcraft, and the remains of the Warcraft to create a new undead.

It's something I get used to. Even for battles that didn't wake up at first, I was able to efficiently defeat them every time they multiplied in number. I don't even need to use the barbaric method of biting or anything anymore.

My flesh had no pain, no fatigue, and besides, the load backup was perfect. No matter how many amateurs are fed this far, you won't lose.

And in those fights, I learned that Lord boasts considerable skill not only in undead service and healing magic, but also in attack magic.

He buried and showed the warcraft I had accidentally put behind him. And in an instant, there's no trace. And Lord showed no emotion for the fact that I had passed through the Warcraft.

I knew once again the horror of magic. Lord does not see these forest warcraft as enemies.

He was obviously stronger than me. There's no way I can calmly think about setting up a mansion in a forest inhabited by a warcraft that I can't seem to handle, but I was unconsciously thinking that this old magician wasn't good at fighting.

But for this minute... it would be impossible to use the Warcraft and bury the Lord.

In the first place, at this stage, I don't know what will happen to me as a result of defeating the load.

In the Micah, the undead who lost the Lord had left this world in abeyance forever, but the truth is unknown.

By the time a week went by, I could have defeated the wolf at night almost intact if the other guy was in one piece.

I think it's a lot like the way you shake the mollusks that are deposited. Using the entire body to shake it out is the trick that kills the opponent.

Lorde squeaks with a surprise look at me in front of the wolf the night he smashes his brain and punches his brains.

"Hmm... I was anxious at first... but this time the body seems to be very well made..."

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Naturally, I don't answer that word. But it was uncomfortable.

The arm, which shook off its full strength, was not as depressed as it had been when it first fought the bear. The first war was a force of fear, confusion and order, and some of the recoil would have been huge because it gave too much unnecessary force, but I don't think that's the only reason I could defeat the Night Wolf intact in just one week.

My flesh is poor. I slept a few years before I died, so muscles should have been natural, bones, skin, guts, everything was debilitating. No matter how much the force of the load allows us to produce forces that cross the limits, if the base is weak, there should be limits.

My flesh is dead now. Lord called me Dead Meat Man. If he is dead, he should not grow physically. I'm still supposed to be growing up, but I haven't eaten, so there's no way my weakened muscles will come back to normal.

But - it's definitely getting stronger.

Otherwise, it's obviously unnatural that just a week in action has allowed you to smash and kill warcraft as if you were a skilled warrior.

I don't think I had the talent of a warrior, etc.

Lord looked at me in silence for a while, but he groaned pompously.

"... the mutation to 'The Corpse Ghost (Ghoul)' is approaching? Fast... too soon, but not a bad thing..."

"Corpse Ghost"... Sounds familiar. It must have been undead eating people's bodies for sure.

But I don't know anything more. My only source is Lord's soliloquy.

It's time... to move.

I stared down at the wrinkled forehead of the Lord and was ready.

I already have a general idea of the life cycle. It's dangerous, but I don't think it would make things any better if I stayed still.

Not to mention, if that 'mutation' and they are really close, we need to know the details before that mutation occurs.

Explore the mansion.

Lord is a magician and a researcher. In the room where Lord brought me back to life - there were numerous books in the lab, in addition to countless unknown instruments.

It's too dangerous to break in there, but there's got to be something else somewhere that can explain my situation.