The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression

That afternoon, I went to the lab alone.

It's a routine progress check.

The report has arrived, but I'd still like to see it actually.

A director in white was waiting for him as he slipped through the entrance.

She gives a deep thank you.

"Welcome, Demon King! I've been waiting for you!

"Thank you. Sorry about all the busy times."

When I say that, the director waves his head in a daze.

"No, not at all! I owe so much to the Demon King, let me help you with this. Besides, I got this body, so it's okay if you're sleepless. Hey!

The director strained his chest proudly.

Her legs are clear from her knees.

The entity is ambiguous and the skin is slightly blue and white.

It was beyond the stage of unhealthy.

As you can see from the exterior, the director abandoned humans.

The transformed race is Phantom.

It belonged to the spiritual lineage among the undead, and its pedigree strength was medium to superior.

Depending on the individual, it is like using numerous spiritual bodies to create a territory.

It has a lot of strength on its own.

To tell the truth, this was not the result I wanted.

In her initial plans, she intended to be the ghost of a special individual with self.

The Ghost is much more common, though in the same spirit.

Though not so powerful, it's none of her business in the research profession.

It is also easy and reliable to transform.

Throw away the flesh, so fatigue and sleep become irrelevant.

Partial materialization is also possible, so there is no obstacle to research.

Let's just call it the ideal race.

Thus I exercised the technique of ghosting the director.

The operation succeeded without delay.

But she somehow transformed into Phantom.

It's not my mistake or anything.

I checked many times later, but it wasn't a failure of surgery.

Nonetheless, it turned out differently than expected.

After considering the various possibilities, I put in place one hypothesis.

What arrived was the line that the director's spirituality was the cause.

Her obsession with research raised her presence as an undead.

Strong thoughts act strongly on sorcery.

If it is also a spirit body that has abandoned the body of the flesh, it becomes more pronounced.

I can't even think of any other cause.

I've been amazed at her researcher temperament for a long time, but I didn't think it was this much.

Whatever you do, it's not a bad thing that you've transformed into Phantom.

Racially equivalent to the top.

There was nothing particularly inferior to Ghost.

"Is there any inconvenience in being no longer human?

"That's not at all, is it? I can't eat and sleep anymore, but I've only been bothered for a long time. Work efficiency has jumped since this appearance, and I stopped getting injured in an accident during the experiment, so let's do the best we can!

The low-altitude floating director roams the area talking fast.

At that time, the sun shining near the entrance plundered her.

The screaming director disappears into the back of the lab as he rolls in a great deal.

I watched the sight with the annoying faces of the rest of the staff.

(Sounds like you don't like sunlight any more than you are the undead of the spiritual system)

That said, Phantom will not vanish immediately.

You don't have to worry because it doesn't have enough life-threatening effects.

The director didn't seem to like sunlight since he was a human.

He hated going out from day to day and lamented that he always wanted to pull.

In that sense, I don't think it's very different from my current state.

I walked into the lab with a little confusion.

The director, who returned from direct sunlight, immediately moved to the leading position.

She asks me.

"By the way, were you still here today to look at the example array?

I understand her question.

I agreed to it because it's nothing to hide.

"That's right. Are there any particular problems?"

"Yeah, I'm fine! I keep a good eye on you. If anything goes wrong, we'll make sure the alarm is activated immediately."

The director has an invincible grin.

In conceited condition, she moved her glasses with her fingers.

The glasses should already be unnecessary, but the director is wearing them for some reason.

The same goes for white coats.

Maybe it's the director's preoccupation.

We're moving to the fifth basement of the lab.

It's a new place in the last six months.

It is expanding steadily and there are more ground floors and another building.

It had now been transformed into one of the best institutions in the King's capital.

It is a momentum that will eventually not even let out Demon King Castle.

The director releases multiple locks and proceeds to the back.

I follow it.

Eventually the last door was opened.

In the center of the less spacious room, a fixed glass container is installed.

The director stopped his leg at the entrance.

"Please check"

I nod and step indoors, gazing into the glass container.

There, sealed with multiple junctions, was a substance floating like black water.

The black substance runs irregularly through the container.

This was the soul of the former Four Heavens King Bulk.

I killed him when he was secretly trying to come back.

Destroyed souls are about to be repaired again.

That is why I gathered them and sealed them.

It was quite a hassle, but you can't just leave it alone.

It is now constantly destroying the soul, preventing repairs and at the same time encouraging the collapse of the self.

The bulk sealed in the container had become like a residual thought.

Probably can't think of anything anymore.

Nevertheless, Bulk's obsession amazes me.

I was trying to survive two deaths on my own.

If I hadn't interfered, I would have made a comeback in a few years.

He is unmistakably superhuman.

I live only for revenge against me and the resurrection of the Demon King's Army.

To that tough will, I have to feel horrible.

This room constantly observes the soul of the bulk.

Meanwhile, we're analyzing how soul repair works.

The aim was to create a resuscitation technique of an unprecedented lineage.

It is an extraordinary feat, such as the resurrection from a state of destruction of the soul.

If we can reproduce that, we can hope to make use of it in various contexts.

It was supposed to throw a stone at me for stalled research.

Finished my observation. I leave the room.

The director who locked the door asked me.

"Is that enough?

"Oh, I've got confirmation. Enough."

We go back the way we came.

Along the way, the director began to rap.

"It's a soul repair technique, but it's still going to be tough to systematize... there's also the question of aptitude, and it's a situation that's a little short of analysis. It feels like the intrinsic ability of that soul."

"Seems difficult to navigate, are you happy"

"Yes, that's already! Because it's worth the research! You'll be stuck in Russia. If I'd stayed human, I'd be dead overworked!

The director gives a thumbs up with a full grin.

I'm not joking in her case.

At one point I was really on the verge of dying of overwork.

Even in that state I was immersed in research, so I am glad to undead it again.

The director seemed happy for a while, but he noticed something and looked a lot worse.

She hastily bowed her head to me.

"Oh, but from the Demon King, you can't navigate the analysis, sorry!

"No, I don't mind. I know how difficult it is. Proceed in no hurry. I'll leave the discretion around that."

If I tell you so, the director will be rigid.

She suddenly began to tremble her whole body.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

The director divulges rumors intermittently.

Obviously not looking normal.

Surprised by the sudden oddity, the director suddenly lay flat in front of me.

She lifts her voice as she lets her head slip under the floor.

"Thank you very much! I'm really, really happy already! Sincerely, let me try my best to die. Hey, yes!

"... right"

Being distracted, I couldn't give back my thoughtful words.