Chapter 190

190th

Dark Star Necromancer Hassan

190 ? Dark Star Necromancer Hassan #1

The festival lasted for about four days.

The sound of fireworks bursting every night, the singing of people, and the noisy instruments.

One could understand why Sodomora was nicknamed the city of pleasure, as it was filled with sounds of laughter, drinking, fighting, and breaking.

Because it was a summer full of celebrations, such as victory in the war against the cultists and the subjugation of the Thief Guild Hydra, the city was even more vibrant.

However, as time passed and the festival came to an end, the city that was once filled with dazzling spectacles gradually returned to its original state.

Of course, Sodomora was a city with a population in the tens of thousands.

It boasted a power that could rival the royal capital, Jeruit, so the noise and disorder remained unchanged even after the festival ended.

Yet, even the unique calm that came after such a frenzy for a while felt somewhat chilling.

Naturally, I liked that tranquility.

I had never been fond of noise, and the quiet atmosphere was perfect for concealing my actions and whereabouts.

Early in the morning, I left the bustling city still lingering from the festival and headed alone to the ruins of the abandoned Sun God Temple near the city gate as usual.

During the festival, I had quietly prepared for a possible attack from the Shrine Knights, only cleaning the temple and practicing combat.

“d*e, you b*stard!”

Kieeek!

As I smashed a green-skinned monster goblin’s head with a club, it let out a brief scream and died instantly.

Already, five goblins lay at my feet, spitting up bl**d. It hadn’t been long since I had struggled with just three or four of them.

Now, I felt confident I could take on ten or twenty if they came at me.

Kah-kahk… Kah-kahk….

“Are you not dead yet?”

I had intended to crush its skull in one blow, but the last remaining goblin was sprawled on the ground, spewing curses and insults.

Despite its shattered head, it was still alive. It was a horrific monster, yet it looked a little pitiable. I had wanted to end it quickly.

“That’s why I told you not to dodge.”

Crack.

I raised my club again and definitively smashed its head, confirming the k*ll. My club, the Fear Crusher, throbbed heavily in my hand.

Since the weapon trembled like a hungry beast, I brought it close to the goblins’ corpses. I had learned what this thing craved.

Ssssssssh.

The club absorbed all the bl**d as if it had been thirsting for days in the desert.

Clang-clang-.

Then it became incredibly powerful, almost like something long and firm out of excitement, not the metaphorical way of being unpleasant—rather like a real man’s member.

d*mn, it has grown long and firm from drinking bl**d.

In fact, I felt like my club had grown at least ten centimeters longer now, after absorbing the bl**d of goblins and monsters compared to when I first got it.

I could now say it resembled a baseball bat more than a mace or baton. Perhaps just a bit longer than that?

Of course, it had a suitable reach, making it enjoyable to swing, and its weight had increased enough to raise its power significantly, leaving me satisfied.

But d*mn, is it going to keep growing like this?

I felt a bit tense wondering how much my club would grow as I cut off fangs and ears from the goblins’ corpses, which could be considered byproducts. Luna would surely appreciate them.

Kah-kahk!

Kieeeeg!

Kiss, kisisit!

These bastards keep coming without end.

I don’t know if it’s just my feeling, but it seemed like the frequency of goblin appearances around the city had significantly increased since the end of the festival.

At this abandoned temple site, I encountered goblins several times a day.

Honestly, I was only able to navigate this place solo because I was somewhat grown up. Iron Tier adventurers, who primarily clean this temple site, would probably struggle quite a bit.

Luna, Malco, and even old Platan had a hard time because of goblins.

Anyway, as I was starting to tire from swinging my club, I spoke to the corpses scattered around.

“Rise, minions.”

Creeeak, crackle-.

The goblin corpse that had gone cold began to rise, twisting its joints and bones in grotesque directions.

Kaaaaah-!!

Gaaaah-!!

Eventually, it let out a terrifying scream, flashing its blue eyes, which was quite a horrific sight to behold.

It seemed that this grotesque transformation also affected the other monsters, as the goblins that moments ago appeared to gnash their teeth in revenge were now hesitating and backing off.

But I wasn’t one to back down so easily in front of the monsters baring their fangs at me.

Swipe.

As I lightly moved my hand as if swatting a fly.

Geraaaaaah!!

The goblin zombie, whatever you want to call it, pierced right through the fleeing goblins’ bodies, tearing them apart.

Slash—.

The bl**d gushing from their bodies dyed the surroundings crimson. The five or so goblins that had just been swarming me became corpses in an instant.

『Calculating the battle of the minions.』

『Task points + 5』

『Current task points + 190』

“Good, you all join the ranks.”

Swish, swoosh-.

Like a seasoned conductor, I waved my hand a few more times, and the goblins I had just killed stood back up, reassembling their torn joints and bones.

Grrruuuuuh.

Clatter, clack.

It was truly a surreal scene.

Moreover, knowing I was the one causing it made my head feel like it would explode from the strain on my brain.

Since Antiope’s yard invasion days ago, I had been frequently experimenting with my necromancy in these desolate areas.

When those intruders attacked the yard, I wondered if I could adequately protect Luna and my future with my current abilities, and realized I had many insecurities to address.

I had once thought that since Luna is the daughter of the mighty Nox, she would be well-protected, but that wasn’t the case.

I truly felt that during the decisive battle against Antiope, Luna and I had to protect our own yard.

Gods do not interfere in mortal affairs even if it involves their own children.

For reasons unknown to me. So, Antiope, the daughter of Mars, likely did not receive assistance from Mars either.

Perhaps it relates to the era of silence that began thirty years ago when the gods stopped responding to prayers.

Thus, I resolved to strengthen myself to a level where I could protect my body, regardless of the means.

To be honest, my combat abilities as a warrior were third-rate, and at best, second-rate.

But as Paranoi said, I seemed to possess decent talent for necromancy, which led me to proceed with these secretive actions despite knowing they were dangerous.

Wearing a mask and a robe.

I engaged in behaviors similar to a cultist.

Over the last few days, I noticed that the minions I created were quite strong.

The Bone Goblin made of bones surpassed the wild goblin monsters significantly.

The bones of goblins beating goblins. It was truly a case of carrying forth the legacy of excellence.

A perfect upgrade.

Grrruuh….

Of course, I was a bit worried about their brutality and vicious attack capabilities.

Still, these minions were firmly imprinted as my subordinates, and they completely obeyed my commands, so I was relieved that they seemed unlikely to go out of control.

That said, to what extent do they follow my commands? Suddenly, I was curious about the limits of their control.

How much of my authority do they retain?

When I was Elpride’s slave, I received various commands.

Yet, even as a slave, I was still a human with a self. I often disobeyed utterly nonsensical orders, even if I was whipped in return.

For instance, I might express my refusal to a command like “Do not sleep for a day and massage your own body.”

You b*stard! You’ll taste the whip!

Naturally, I received hits for that.

Anyway, so do these minions also have any refusal to my commands? Since that came to mind, I decided to experiment.

“Now, from this point—.”

And there was nothing better for testing their limits.

“—k*ll each other until only one remains.”

As soon as my command dropped, the corpses and bone-made subordinates began clawing at each other with sharp nails, starting to fight.

Crack, crunch.

The violent melee unfolded more aggressively than I had anticipated.

Grrruuh….

Eventually, the one that survived was the Bone Goblin with a heap of bone fragments stuck to its right arm, grotesquely turned into a monstrous arm.

“Right arm. You won.”

Grrruuuuuh….

Each entity has its own characteristics, with various forms and features, indicating that there are variables at play.

I reached out to touch its massive right arm. The sensation of hard bones was felt, and the letters ding-ding appeared.

『Name: Hassan’s Bone Goblin – Right arm lv. 12 + 1

Status: Enhanced control due to divine blessing》 Fear emission》』

I could even see the state of my created minions. d*mn, the Sun God’s blessing truly does wonders.

It has a name. More than that, enhanced control and fear emission.

The items listed there and the levels were the same no matter which corpse I raised and touched.

The enhancement due to divine blessing must come from the power of my necklace.

Fear emission seems to be an ability to emit an evil aura that freezes small creatures around it.

However, I wondered what the ‘+ 1’ under the level meant. I wish I could ask someone. It was an issue I couldn’t figure out alone.

In conclusion, these minions turned out to be quite usable.

“Alright, then rise again.”

Swoosh, crunch.

I raised the corpses that had fought to d*ath once more.

“Ugh—.”

In an instant, a dizzy spell struck my head, but it was bearable, akin to the light-headedness felt after bending down for too long.

When I resurrect more than five corpses in a day, the light-headedness gradually intensifies the more times I exceed that.

So, I wondered how many goblins I could resurrect, but doing it around a hundred times suffocated me, and I ended up feeling nauseous.

It seems there is a limit to resurrection. Then how many minions could I command at once? I wanted to test that.

However, there weren’t many corpses around, so I’ve only reached about ten so far.

Even so, being able to command ten monsters that are nearly level 12 is impressive. Could I be compared to a respectable Iron Tier unit?

d*mn, should I really change my class to Necromancer?

Do I need to become a cultist?

I slowly began to feel confused about my identity.

However, necromancy is a severely forbidden activity by the kingdom’s laws, and if it were revealed that I was associated with necromancy, my status as an adventurer could be revoked.

Therefore, to become a Gold Tier adventurer, I had no choice but to grow stronger as the Bronze Tier adventurer and barbarian Hassan.

Crack, crunch.

I stretched out the joints in my shoulders, neck, and waist. I was about to move quite vigorously, so I thought it best to loosen up to avoid any injuries.

Spinning around.

After cracking my wrists, elbows, and finger joints, I finished warming up and spoke to the ten minions I had raised.

“Come at me, you bastards. Don’t hold back.”

Kraaaaah-!!

Kieeeeh-!!

With those words, the ten Bone Goblins began to charge at me.

Unlike the green-skinned monsters I had just slaughtered, these goblins possessed glowing blue eyes and carried an ominous aura as they lunged at me.

Kieeah!

“d*mn, this is terrifying—.”

This was my new training method.

Dodging the irregular attacks and murderous intent pouring in from all directions while subduing them.

It was quite hard. Perhaps because I had trained by dodging Hippolyte’s mindless punches, or maybe because my capacity had grown through my own experiences in the battle against Antiope, to my surprise, it was manageable.

Slash—!

Just then, I felt a goblin’s claw slash my side.

“Ah! d*mn it—!”

Just seconds before, I had thought it was manageable. I always end up in this mess when I let my guard down. I cried out, touching the torn robe and the bleeding side with my gauntlet.

“You little bastards, you really don’t hold back at all!”

Pause.

In an instant, the Bone Goblins I summoned hesitated. These bastards unexpectedly had good instincts.

Grrruuuuh….

“No, that’s fine. You don’t have to hold back. d*mn it, come at me! That’s how you improve your skills!”

Grrruuh….

However, my scolding seemed to have made the Bone Goblins hesitate to come at me.

Their eyes, void of any color but blue, felt like they were gauging one another.

Whoosh-. Thump!

At that moment, something fast flew toward me from afar and struck the forehead of one of the Bone Goblins.

Grrruuuuuh-.

It almost stumbled but quickly regained its stance. Now I saw that a well-crafted arrow had lodged firmly in its head.

“Scadi, great shot! You there! We will assist you!”

[Author’s Note]

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