My Necromancer Class

Chapter 342 Final Touch

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Jay walked away from the dilapidated shack, plotting his next steps.

First, I’ll finish my portable room and workspace. Next, spy on Hegatha. All while gathering more breaking shards. Come to think of it, I can pretty much run my entire operations from my private room. Jay thought with a smile.

There was only a few things missing: a number of skeletons capable of lifting his room and the rest of his necromancer castle.

He took out his cube room again and marvelled at it for a moment as it stood a good three feet above the ground. He took the door slab he cut from one of its walls.

(Red, hold this up) He ordered, and attached some cylinders to the side, reinforcing their connections with bone.

Thankfully bone was light, so Jay doubted they would break. Perhaps they would grind away after some use though.

He attached three along one side, and then to the door frame he made some long cylinder rings for the cylinders to slot into. Basically he just made more cylinders and stuck his finger into them, making a hole, which he attached to the door.

Once they were ready, he helped Red to guide the door’s cylinders into the ring-holes.

No, it wasn’t a perfect fit, but it wasn’t hard to readjust, and Jay figured out the trick to connecting doors as he went: put the cylinders in the rings, and then attach the rings to the door frame.

As for any gaps, it was easy to fill them with a little bone and mana. The finishing touch was the most important; he quickly melted a bone with two large ends over the door, making a door handle.

“Nice work, Red.” Jay said, nodding as he looked at his masterpiece.

Red glanced at Jay as he stepped onto his ramp and opened the door for the first time.

*Grrr~*

It groaned as he pulled. It didn’t swing open like he imagined. Instead he had to fight it, putting a foot up against the wall and pulling.

“You bastard piece of crap.”

He huffed, and stamped his foot against it. The door opened after much effort.

Jay shook his head and stepped inside the white room. He looked at the empty walls around him, the floor and the roof.

“It’s… so plain.” He murmured. The only place he really wanted to look was out the door.

“I think I need windows.” He said. But after seeing how poor his door was he decided against it. Jay didn’t want to have to bash his fists against a window just to open it.

“Ah, I don’t have any glass either. It would have to be an open hatch.” Jay frowned.

As for lighting, he still had a dim luminous orb which he made a little wall-mounted holder for by the door. He would’ve preferred to embed it in the ceiling but he knew it would just fall out once he used living blueprints to store the room. At least, he assumed so.

Jay glanced at the empty corners of the room. “Well, it’s a little bare. I suppose I can change that though.” He smiled.

Jay got to work. He pulled out his sleeping spot, the rectangular slab he lay his swag on, and set it atop four tiny stilts in the corner, turning it into a bed frame.

Next, a desk. He had Red dig a smaller rectangular shape and in no time he had a rectangle bone slab. Fitting it to the room was pretty much the same as the bed except that the stilts to support it were higher. The stilts themseves were bone of course; everything was—everything had to be.

He joined the back of the desk to the walls in the corner so nothing could slide through the gaps.

Next was a chair for the desk, which was just a long rectangle joined to a few other squares.

Jay pulled it up to his desk and sat on it.

“Hmm, just as I thought it would be. Not comfortable in the slightest.” He said, shaking his head. He leaned his head on his palm and rested his elbow on his desk.

“Perhaps I should’ve went with the flesh path of necromancy. At least then I could have fur seats… real, living fur seats.”

Jay leaned forward and stuck his finger on the wall. Adding some mana to it, he cut open a tiny hole to look through.

“Ah bone isn’t bad. I suppose I wouldn’t be able to make walls with flesh. As for a spirit house? Forget about it.”

Jay tried to imagine how spirit construction would even work, but then he thought of a problem: you would need spirits as building material to construct. He quickly dismissed the idea as it didn’t make any sense, and one again, was glad he had chosen bone as his path.

Sure, blood or spirit may have been a good choice if he were an undead monster, but he was a human. He needed support.

[20 Exp]

“That was fast. They found some enemies already.” He said.

As Jay was talking to himself, Red stood in the doorway and peaked in, perhaps curious about what its master was doing.

“Don’t come in. Out.” Jay said, holding his hand up and pointing outside.

Red’s body was just underwater in the filthy swamp. Not to mention its bone feet were covered with dirt. Jay knew he had already tracked a displeasing amount of dirt inside, which wasn’t much, but to him, any amount was displeasing.

He had a fond appreciation of cleanliness, especially after all the times his face had been covered in bile and juices.

Jay held his palm on the desk and melted a shallow groove into it, which he placed Leech in. It wasn’t a perfect fit but it didn’t need to be.

[60 Exp]

As for his plans, the skeletons were already busy slaying more of the fire lights. Now he just had to work on the next part of his plan.

(Red, make sure no bugs come in.) Jay ordered. He took out the chair part of his throne and set it up next to the uncomfortable bone chair, resting his feet on it instead. He got comfy and leaned his head back, letting his body go limp as he pictured Dark, his assassin.

Let’s see what Hegatha’s doing with these breaking shards, he thought, shutting his eyes.