Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Full of strength. How long has it been since I got a new raw?

The gaze Lord directed this way had become to include strong suspicion as the days went by.

"... it hasn't changed yet, or... Hmm... I should have used it a lot..."

Laboratory. Finish the hunt, which is the daily routine of the day, and look at my face as Lorde roars low and pretends to be a doll.

There is a thing called average in things. The Necromancer doesn't seem to have gone that far because he's a contraindicated magic, but my confirmed book says that the Necromancer generally mutates from six months to the next being in a year.

Of course, there is an individual difference in this.

No matter how long it takes to be trapped in a chamber where death cannot be collected, there are instances where position mutations do not occur, and vice versa, undead occurring during large-scale wars have extremely short time to position mutations.

However, in this case, I received the generous care of Lord every day and kept collecting death. It's a hard story to think about originally, such as taking longer than average.

Perhaps not a year has passed since the outbreak. It shouldn't be that long since I started feeling hungry.

But that seemed like enough time to feel uncomfortable.

Lord touches my arm with his bone-like fingertips. Peek into your pupils and cast a spell about something. I don't know what it is, but it's probably a form of Necromancy.

Strength increases in the body. My hands and feet get hot and my senses run as if they were swollen. but I kept my mouth shut.

"It's not a lack of magic... isn't it? You haven't missed enough, have you?

He frowned and looked up at me with an abominable look.

Lord was an excellent magician. That was obvious at a time when a fierce warcraft was building mansions deep in a trekking forest, and it could be deduced from where books and countless bodies could be collected.

But Lord is overwhelmed by common sense because of his profound makeover of the Necromancer.

The dead meat man is a lowly undead. It's an easy to make, easy to use but very fragile, meat doll that just complies with orders, as long as you have a body. There is no will or will there, and therefore one finger cannot be moved without the command of Lord.

My predecessor, Being, is also one of the reasons why the Lord is caught in common sense.

Perhaps my predecessor was a common dead meat man. Inside the dead meat man could only listen foolishly to Lord's orders, and I guess the change due to the rank mutation was obvious.

All of a sudden you gain intelligence. The book says the undead, mutated from a dead meat man to a corpse ghost, split in two ways.

That is, understand and submit to the situation or understand the situation and resist it violently.

On the other hand, I have no reaction. [M] Lord doesn't understand my situation because he has a deep knowledge of undead hierarchical mutations. I don't know how to ascertain if I actually mutated, the brilliant dead meat man who continued to survive.

While gathering negative energy and knowing that my power is growing, doubt is not out of the realm of doubt.

Originally, the dead meat man both before and after the mutation - doesn't change his appearance.

The inside is certainly changing, but he seemed to lose sight of the most effective way to distinguish.

If I were him, I wouldn't have ordered this. [M]

Are you a mutant? Answer honestly '.

I am absolutely obedient to Lord's orders, I can only observe if he asks me such questions, but Lord knows very well the nature of the original dead meat man - he is not intelligent, so he does not ask me that.

To him, there's no way I'm going to make unexpected moves.

When Lord checked his body with a pepper, he frowned and shouted in a voice that seemed to dissatisfy him.

"Lew, bring the knife"

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When the mild footsteps stop in front of the lab and silence hesitates for a while, the door opens with a loud noise.

In this mansion, with the exception of the Lord, there is another, the living.

The vigilance falls far below the load, but I've been observing it.

It was the woman dressed in a thin, dirty outfit who came in frightened by her expression.

Young woman with black hair. Around the age, about mid twenties? He is low in height and thin enough that he is likely to fall even now. My hands and feet are thin and fractured.

And above all, the characteristic is the elongated black belt wrapped around the neck - a testament to slavery.

Its eyes are no less precipitating than the undead, its lips are dry and cracked, and if it is bad, it also looks like a dead meat man.

I don't know my real name. But the woman Lord calls' Luu 'was a slave in Lord Horos's possession.

Dead meat men, whether they had power or could kill demons, were not suitable for delicate tasks, so helping with research and taking care of themselves was the woman's job.

Clean the mansion, cook meals and clean up books. Unlike the Road, they don't have eyes that look out into the dark, which is very easy to understand because they have lights when walking down the hallway, but on the other hand, unlike the Road, they walk randomly around the hallway and inside the room, so I had several accidental encounters during my exploration.

I look back flat. [M] It would be troublesome if Lew reported to Lord what he had encountered with me in the basement while he was at work. But at the same time, there's no way to report it.

There is no will on the dead flesh, but not even on the slaves. The belt wrapped around his neck is a magical tool to allow slaves to thoroughly carry out their master's orders. I have some control over my thoughts and have the power to twist my will and follow my bending orders.

Luu was scared of the road too much stronger than I was, too. And there's fear in my eyes.

She has the will, but not the will. All she does is what Lord ordered her to do.

"A knife."

To Lord's words, he takes the knife out of his pocket like Lew panicked and leans over to the side of the road. Receiving the knife offered, Lorde punched Lew in the head in a casual motion.

"It's late, this garbage"

There is no anger in Lord's eyes, back to back with the tone of throwing up and discarding. Probably just hungry. Even if not, Lord doesn't treat slaves more than slaves or less.

Lew collapses. Lorde shouted the knife into my right arm as he pounded the bones of his hand.

A dull pain runs through my arms, like I diluted it a hundred times what it was supposed to be. That is also proof that my grade mutation is progressing.

The undead is a curse. Totally "just a moving corpse," I am closer to being cursed by the accumulation of negative energy. It's not just the simple benefits you get there.

It's worse than when I was a dead meat man who didn't have pain, but there's nothing compared to the pain I felt during my life.

There was little blood coming from the wound. I guess the blood hasn't circulated yet, according to the book, the more 'deepened' undead bleeds just like people.

The load creeps through the wound as if to be sure.

Survive the pain that ensues without changing one complexion. Ouch, ouch, ouch - it doesn't hurt. It hurts...... not.

Lord slowly let go of the knife. With my gaze pointed at me, I command Luu to throw up on the floor.

"... dead meat man... hey, if anything happens to this guy's wound, report it"

"Ahhh..."

"Reply."

"Guh..."

The sound of violence dominates the surroundings. The magician says the flesh is fortified by magic.

Lord's body looked like only bone and skin, but seemed to have a lot of strength. He gets kicked in the pigeon tail and Lew flies like a ball.

I was just watching it without any particular emotion.

The scratch and knife hurt the wound.

Lord always treated me by witchcraft when I was injured in the woods. Dead meat people don't have regenerative functions, so if you want to use dead meat people for a long time, it's a natural procedure.

The course of the wound. One of the major differences between a dead meat man (Fresh Man) and a corpse ghost (Ghoul) is the ability to regenerate. That would be where the order refers if something happened to the wound.

Apparently, Lord is trying to identify my mutations with elements other than the development of self-consciousness.

I suppose you thought it strange to kill this much of anything and no mutation would come. I thought it would come soon.

But...... sweet. It doesn't make sense to say in front of me how to tell. [M]

As usual, after they put me back in the morgue, I started acting.

Roll your arms and check your scars. Corpse ghosts had a higher ability to regenerate than people, and wounds had already begun to regenerate. Not enough to instantly regenerate like healing magic, but a wound of this magnitude would heal in less than a day.

It seems that the ability to regenerate is also enhanced when it changes to the upper undead. It was only at the stage of the Corpse Ghost (Ghoul) that it played its part. Raise your left hand and slowly change the tip of your nail like a blade. The tip of that nail is no worse than the knife that Lord used to round my arm. [M]

Insert your nails so as to highlight your own arms, the wounds that remain there.

The pain spread slowly around the wound, shaking my heart.

It is never more painful than the earlier knife.

But the act of self-harm was... the first time. I didn't have a decent moving body from the time I was mindful - I didn't think even if the heavens and the earth turned upside down, such as hurting myself.

The eyes, the body is not weeping, but the heart is crying. I get a hot pain in the depths of my head, but I bite it off. This is - it's necessary.

Whoever binds me will kill. Horos Carmen, who has my control, must be killed sooner or later. He is alone, I would only recognize a subspecies of slaves.

Now is the time to get laid. I would do anything to create a chance.

The load is strong. Besides having absolute control over me. I'm not a very winnable opponent right now - but it's not like there hasn't been an undead who has ever succeeded in defying the Lord.

Some of the books contained, as admonitions, a description of the rebellion of the undead.

Now Lord only imposes minimum restrictions on me. [M] If this state continues, and if I become an even more powerful undead - one in 10,000, but with winning eyes.

He is absolute, but not almighty.

Grunting, groping meat with nails to emphasize determination. The scar is slightly different from when you make a decision with a knife, but such a difference, I notice.

Upon confirmation that the wound had spread, the nails were removed from the wound and included as they were in the mouth. Move your tongue, lick pieces of flesh and blood. Even now my taste of the heart of a warcraft feels delicious, but I don't feel anything for my own flesh.

But it would be troublesome if they noticed your fingers were dirty. As I was taking it, I felt the sound of things.

Look forward. I didn't realize when you came in - at all.

There was Luu, who looked at me with his eyes open. I have blue bruises around my eyes and my lips are red and swollen. There was a neighborhood under his eyes, and at first glance he looked like a dead meat man, but his gaze definitely caught my finger, which was in his mouth.

The gaze and gaze fit. Before I could say anything, Lew left as if he had been stripped. [M]

Failed. Seen. She is a slave, but you know I behave unnaturally even in slavery.

Put your legs out and stop at the rinse. You can't chase them - they'll definitely notice Lord. What do you mean, catch up and do it in the first place? Are you trying to persuade me? You think I can convince you?

I'm undead. Sorcerer, the undead created by Horos Carmen. I would never trust you. You wouldn't trust me if I were her.

Then you don't have to chase me. The worst part is that Lord sees me chasing her. Because Lord didn't order me to do that.

Get your breathing ready. I didn't have a drop of blood on my fingertips anymore.