Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Manipulating a long arm not worthy of his height, he trumps off the little monkey warcraft that has struck him like a jump from the top of a tree with a thoroughly accustomed cunt.

The smell of fragrant blood scattered across the universe, and the forest became quiet.

The monkeys who were observing this one on a tall, stretched tree realized they were bad opponents, or they make a strange noise and disappear into the back of the woods with tremendous agility.

A body that moves freely. The vanishing sensation of life that I feel through it. And strong enough to fill your soul.

I thought it was something I was feeling in that recoil that I couldn't move in my lifetime when I first came back to life, but it doesn't seem like it.

Lorde, who had magnificently assembled his arms behind him, once turned his gaze on the monkey's carcass, turning right back to this one.

"End, you... are you stronger?

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I stood silently. [M] Because you haven't been ordered to answer.

A few months have passed since I became a dead meat man. I am also completely used to freely moving bodies, and thanks to my continued hunting for demons in the woods every day, I am able to read demon movements to some extent.

At first, I was powerful enough to destroy my own flesh with recoil, and now I can hunt the beast by 'handing it down'. Lords are healing me less often.

As much as I can, I take care not to make you feel uncomfortable from the first fight, but I'm sure the fight is actually getting easier, and if nothing changed, it wouldn't have changed. I don't know what the Lord will do, so it's hard to adjust.

It's fun to move freely. Running, jumping, enjoying learning. Above all - living is fun.

I have not yet gained complete freedom, nor have I been cautious, but I have enjoyed this situation in recent months when I have been completely accustomed to working as an undead and have been able to afford it.

"Hmmm... still dead meat man...? We have already collected a significant number of deaths. It should not be strange to turn into a corpse ghost..."

When Lord comes to me, he checks my arms with his peppers and his broken fingertips. I took that feeling with no expression. [M]

I got the material for a few months. I had gained a lot of knowledge of the undead compared to my lifetime.

Lord's library was a learning ground for outfits. I took a few books from there to the morgue, hid them in a drawer on a shelf that no one could open, and loaded them one by one.

Even so, most of the books were written in words I couldn't read, so I didn't know much, but I could get the basics.

Unlike creatures, the undead do not grow by the passage of time, but their existence is enhanced and mutated by gathering the negative energy that occurs at the time of the creature's death. I guess it means that even the dead don't live when they stop.

That, in the book, was called a 'rank mutation'.

It was also written in the first book I discovered, but an undead is the result of a curse put on me by a Necromancer.

Cursed by necromancy, I am the one who is now moved by a body whose nature has changed.

And that curse incorporates a system of evolution.

The dead flesh risen from the corpse by the evil curse of the Necromancer acquires a new self and becomes a more powerful undead by collecting negative energy according to the Lord's command. Dead meat man is just that starting line.

I guess the road that immerses me in everyday research and doesn't even go out of the room during meals takes me hunting every night indispensable also to build up my negative power and make it a more powerful undead.

Apparently, I had a predecessor. Equally accumulated death at the hands of Lord, his predecessor, after changing from a dead meat man to a corpse ghost, went out hunting without Lord and was devoured by a forest warcraft and died. So Lord is always going around about me.

Dark and glowing eyes. Looking up at me with unconscious eyes no less than the undead, Lord tilts his neck.

"Are you retarded in sprouting your self...... well good. We don't have a problem with the status quo."

That's right. No problem. I haven't found out.

Still, a little more, we should be able to deceive you in this state.

Lord is a powerful magician, but he wasn't used to handling the undead enough to see through my act.

The original dead meat man doesn't have a self, so naturally, he has no doubt about my actions.

Hunting with Lord is very convenient for me. I can safely increase my strength.

If you find out your ego occurs, Lord will change your orders. At least, you're supposed to give orders that you can't hurt yourself.

What I needed was timing. What I'm doing now is cursing Lord. [M]

But once hung, the curse of the undead will never be broken - even if the magician dies.

"End, bring that monkey carcass"

Orders as usual. Grab the arm of the still bleeding carcass and follow the road.

Strong blood odor and beast odor. Aromatic corpse scent. Black blood drips from the deeply worn split wound.

There were signs of something hot in my body. [M]

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I've been hungry lately.

appetite. For the first time in a long time, that desire was an intolerable substitute for scorching myself like a flame.

After being sent back to the morgue as ordered, as usual, I started acting.

It was over a month ago that I got that desire. The moment I gained that emotion, I learned that my existence was changing.

Appetite. Sleep appetite. lust. The three greatest desires of man were irrelevant to the dead meat man, but not when he became a higher undead.

I had already gained some knowledge of the undead at that time, so I quickly realized that the desire was due to a 'rank mutation'.

Evolution due to the loss of many lives. From Dead Meat Man (Fresh Man) to Being called Corpse Ghost (Ghoul).

The appetite I have is proof that I have turned myself into the next species. The corpse ghost, unlike the dead flesh man, has a degree of self and an intelligence to the extent of a human toddler.

Flesh is also enhanced by the negative energy stored in storage, but intelligence is arguably the biggest difference between a dead meat man and a corpse ghost.

From what I had originally remembered as self, the advantage was that the flesh was just a little fortified, and whether it matched the disadvantage of appetite was subtle, but even if it weakened, I welcomed the change.

Appetite. It's a human emotion. The existence of a dead meat man was convenient, but for me, the desire was worth gaining by forsaking convenience.

On the verge of dying, I could barely get a decent meal. I didn't even feel hungry. I couldn't even afford to feel it. Appetite was one of the things I had lost.

When he strips away his worn clothes and gets naked, he dives into his footsteps and leaves the morgue, holding back his high emotions with his hunger.

Corpse ghosts (ghouls) feed on meat. A corpse, as the name suggests.

The morgue was equal to the pantry for me in that sense. The smell of death like a curved nose also turned into a chemical. For me, it only felt like a fragrant scent. but it's not a good idea to eat there.

I didn't feel any aversion to eating a corpse, just like the first time I killed a warcraft. No, I want to avoid it as a human emotion, but I have no hesitation if it's to survive.

But if there were fewer corpses, which are research material in the first place, you'd be suspicious even on loads who aren't very vigilant about this one at this stage.

Think calmly. Hunger is intolerable enough to scorch the brain, and if you get caught off guard, you want to climb on a nearby corpse.

Before the instinct of appetite overtook reason, we needed to satisfy it.

Through the skeleton nights patrolling with security and out of the entrance.

As soon as the door opens, a warm, slightly damp wind strokes his cheeks. A thick cloud of dark blue covered the night sky and hid it.

It is a vast garden and gate that stretches out in front of you as you pass through the entrance. Dozens of fierce Dead Meat Beasts (Fresh Wild) are on guard against foreign enemies in the garden. Many of them were born in the woods, murdered by me and my predecessors and brought back to life by Lord.

Night wolf undead smells my smell and points its orbit towards me. It looks just like a wolf living in the woods at night, but there's no surprising emotion left in its gaze. At night the wolf made me pull his nose once, and soon left, understanding that I was the dead meat man with whom Lord was always accompanied.

That's exactly the way a doll listens to orders written in a book. Every time I see it, I bite off my good fortune that it doesn't. [M]

And I feel strongly that that can't continue to happen.

Feeling the night breeze, approaching the gate. It's a steel fence that stretches a few meters high. Built to surround the mansion all the way.

They put up a magical junction as well as a physical obstacle, but it doesn't work for me being set up as a companion.

The gate is closed with huge locks and chains. Only Lord has the keys. When I ignored the entrance and went next to it, I climbed up as I grabbed the fence with both hands. I would not have been able to support my weight with both hands in my lifetime, but it is easy for me now that I have gathered negative energy.

Reaching as pointy as a spear, he grips the tip of the spear and throws his body outside in a rewinding procedure.

Rotating vision. Landing on the ground with limbs. Receive a numbing shock and stand up slowly. There is no obstacle to physical movement, and the 'Corpse Ghost' body is different from the 'Dead Meat Man' - a small scratch can regenerate it.

I was nervous at first, but now I can go outside with the ease of going for a walk already.

And I did not hesitate to enter the deep woods, in the darkness of darkness.

Unlike when I'm walking in front of the road, one of me can do everything in my power. On the contrary, there is no backup from the road, but there are no enemies of mine in this forest.

There is a dizzy noise coming from your right hand finger. Fingertips emit heat. My five-finger nail was raised and pointed like a knife.

It's one of the abilities of a Corpse Ghost.

Hide your fever-stretched nails with your left hand and drive through the darkness. Smells like a beast. The smell of wind. A strong sense of hunger scorching the back of the brain is sharpening the senses.

Immediately the subject was found. A black mass that sticks out of tall grass between trees.

Is he around two meters tall? Probably a four-legged walk, so if you get up with two legs, it will be big enough to cover it. But that shadow, two or three times more gigantic than myself, only seemed like bait to me today.

Lower yourself and run. A joyful emotion for a freely moving body runs through an appetite-deflecting brain.

The wind rocks the clouds. Set aside the roaring bugs.

The subject noticed my proximity and tried to turn this way, but in the woods of trees, there can be no sudden change of direction in that giant.

And I used a spring all over my body to throw myself into the universe.

Head down, legs up. The world spins around. Right below, the black shadow looks back.

Black fur. Developmental tough and supple muscles to the red eye like blood, just a few glances away.

Bear-shaped warcraft. The Night Bear (Night Bear) called by Lord. It is tougher than the Night Wolf, and unlike the first battle, it is not a child.

But it doesn't matter who they are.

He stretches his arms wide and runs his nails. The tip of a few centimetres stretched nail slightly damages that skull covered in fur. The sturdy skull that protects the brain against the tough fur is slightly shredded and bleeding. Warcraft growls. I broke my body at the same time as I landed and slipped it into the giant's pocket.

I'm already - not just a body that moves.

At that moment, I was a beast above the Night Bear. That, too, is a wise beast - a ghost.

A strong beast smell and an appetite that burns to be inspired by it. Thrust that heart area up with your penetration. Furry armor, muscle armor bones, corpse ghost strength and blade claws penetrated easily.

The giant cramps bikly and the roar stops in an instant. All that remains is a quiet forest reminiscent of nothingness. I pulled my hands out as I bit through the blood flowing through my body, the heat and the fullness that spread throughout my body.

Bumps and chaotic sounds of blood vessels. What's left in my hand is the source of life still pulsating. It's a huge heart you can't grip with your hands. Awesome smell of blood that fills my sense of smell, the smell of death, all of which promotes my appetite.

Pull it out and step away from the spot at the same time. As if waiting for it, the warcraft giant fell and fell to the ground. Dead. Dead, but his heart still beats. The unreliable heartbeat makes me feel alive.

I exhaled like I was floating in a fever.

- There's no way I have a fever when I'm undead. Even though you don't need to breathe.

Lift your bloody glowing heart and crawl your tongue full.

I just felt the shock of thrusting through my brain marrow with that. The body wants everything about it, taste, fragrance and touch. There was no such thing as repentance. This is what I need right now.

Yeah, I'm not human anymore. The fact that I felt undead more than once came to my mind again, and I was obsessed with the jewel-like heart.