Necromancer Survival

Chapter 186

Chapter 186

Pale with fright, I fumbled at my face. Inside the mirror, Jung Garam began to similarly fumble at his face.

‘This just isn’t right!’

Aghast, I approached one step closer to the mirror and touched it. However, the smooth coldness underneath my fingertips made things clear. Moreover, Jung Garam, within the mirror, reached out as well.

Afterwards, I slapped and pinched my cheeks, but the situation didn’t change. I’m actually wearing Jung Garam as a shell.

“What am I supposed to do…”

While muttering helplessly at the mirror, I suddenly remembered the message I had heard while entering this [Vengeful Ghost Memory]. Something about increasing the difficulty…

‘…No way, is the increased difficulty at fault for why I’ve become Jung Garam?’

No matter how you look at it, that seems to be the cause of this transformation; so, just in case, I called for the [System Message].

“System Message!”

[System Messages cannot be checked right now.]

However, the system messages flatly prevented access to message history. Come to think of it, I couldn’t use skills during Woo Ragi’s memory–perhaps things were similarly locked here?

“Then, I won’t be able to access the Status Window either?”

However, when I mumbled ‘Status Window’ to myself, a familiar translucent, gray window manifested before my eyes.

Name: Jung Garam – Lv 7731

Class: Special Hunter (Special Assassin)

Guild: Red Lotus (Grade S+)

HP – 22,341,333/22,341,333

MP – 71,000,000/71,000,000

Title:

Special Hunter – A title only given to the most extraordinary hunters amongst the numerous sea of normal Treasure Hunters who have single-handedly mapped more than 100 unexplored Dungeons or paths–unrivaled in their ability.

<The ‘Special Hunter’ title increases agility by 10%.>

Matara’s assassin – A title granted to the assassin who single-handedly protected the tyrant Matara and assassinated 10,000 archers, 7,000 spearmen, 200 master-class knights, and 5 archmages.

<The ‘Matara’s assassin’ title grants you priority on all assassination related contracts. Additionally, you can use the [Black Market]’s VIP ticket at any time.>

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Stat:

Strength +980,000

Magic +250,000

Stamina +416,000

Agility +937,000

Luck +937,000

Intelligence +550,000

Physical critical damage: 5,245%

Maximum Physical Damage: 2,474%

Minimum Physical Damage: 903%

Physical Crit Percent: 87%

Curse Resistance: 9.21%

Vs. Monster Armor Pierce: 67%

Vs. Monster Magic Resistance Pierce: 32%

Physical Skill Cooldown Time Reduction: 66.87%

Probability of causing status effect ‘Poison’ with skills: 14.23%

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Skill

–Explosion: You can use bombs to destroy the surrounding terrain or enemies.

–Dark Counter: A powerful counter that ignores the defenses of a specified target.

–Dark Gambit: Coat your shade-touched energy with poison and use it to stop enemy movement.

–Darkest Descent: Over a period of time, movement speed increases significantly and skills will output their maximum damage.

–Mapping: Update dungeon information in real-time, and share the information with party members quickly.

Although, the contents were completely different.

“Jung Garam’s Status Window opened?”

It seems like my outer appearance wasn’t just Jung Garam–a status window containing all his stats had appeared as well.

That wasn’t the only surprising thing.

“…[Explosion].”

A black sphere embossed with a holographic counter was created; ticking, seconds were dropping from [00:30]. I thought if the situation continued, I would only shatter the bathroom, so I pressed [Cancel Skill] straight away; I wouldn’t be able to handle the situation afterwards…

“I can’t believe it…”

As the [Explosion] skill unfurled, I felt a huge flow of power–a scale that I had never felt–coming from myself; I was so overwhelmed. It was akin to how a man who had only ever ridden a tricycle might feel when he steps into a luxury accelerated sports car for the first time.

Ding Dong–

There was no time to be mesmerized; the sound of a doorbell ringing suddenly echoed throughout the living room. I still felt agitated, but, aware of the need to check on visitors, I stumbled back into the living room where the intercom was.

When I touched the intercom screen, there was…a girl in a dress, standing outside the door and looking this way.

[Jung Garam-kun. ¹ Why are you late for the meeting–forcing me to come all the way here?]

As if she knew I was looking at her, the girl immediately started talking without any mannerly greeting. This chaotic development messed with my senses, but I managed to recall that the girl in the flashy dress was [Red Lotus]’s Bang Eunji.

Given that she’s still alive and also mentioned a meeting, this [Vengeful Ghost Memory’s] setting must probably be set before the [Tower of Command] incident. However, I still had insufficient information, and, judging from the fact she’s personally come to find and interrogate me, some setback must have happened.

Looking at the big clock on the living room wall, it was pointing to 10 am. My best guess was that there must have been some important meeting this morning.

It was a bewildering situation, but I tried to think about how to answer in my own way… But, I had little idea of what to say, so a long time passed while I hesitated. However, as Bang Eunji tapped the floor with the tip of her boots in frustration, I felt nervous and said whatever came to mind. “T-That’s… I overslept.”

[……]

Bang Eunji paused and stared at the camera. Then, she tilted her head to the right, as if she doubted me. I wondered if I made a mistake and held my breath, but, after standing still, she suddenly stood upright.

[Jung Garam-kun, are you sick?]

She asked in a monotone voice.

This was such a meaningful question for me. It would have been nice if I could pass this with a simple greeting, but if she felt any sort of incongruity there was no way for me to explain. In addition, I was further at a loss because I had no idea how Jung Garam and Bang Eunji used to talk to each other.

However, Bang Eunji soon shattered the silence and continued to speak.

[I don’t know what kind of scheme you’ve brewed, nor am I interested, but… You realize you’ll have nothing to say when you’re cut from the guild for missing a pre-raid meeting? It’s natural for Jung Garam-kun to have a child’s body, but personal responsibility and maturity can be nurtured through effort…]

If the real Garam heard that, he would be frothing at the mouth and come at her for a fight. Even I was half-fed up with the words that spewed out, one after another; in the midst of all that, the idea that I’d be kicked from the guild pierced my ears.

“C-Cut from the guild…” Even though this was inside of a [Vengeful Ghost Memory], the words still made me uncomfortable. Bang Eunji replied firmly.

[What are you mumbling about? Instead of cursing at me, you may as well hurry, wear your combat uniform, and come out. I’ve definitely delivered this message; if you don’t arrive at the guild quarters by 11 o’clock, Beatrice is mine. Guild Master-nim gave me permission.]

After saying that, Bang Eunji disappeared from the intercom screen. Gripping my hair and pulling it out, I eventually looked at the clock one more time and hurried to the dressing room.

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When I left Garam’s house, it was already 10:30. However, when I searched for the address of the Red Lotus office building on the internet, I found that it was only a 10-minute walk. There was no fear of arriving late.

But, I was still worried about what kind of attitude I should adopt in front of the other guild members.

‘Especially Seo Dawon…”

It was evident that Seo Dawon would appear in this [Vengeful Ghost Memory]–my mouth dried up with worry.

‘How am I supposed to treat Seo Dawon during the Red Lotus heydays?’

He had quick perception–a little strangeness, and I could be interrogated or suffer something horrible. After our contact, Seo Dawon treated me fairly gently, but I often saw him act mercilessly to others…

‘He even slapped Koo Hui-seo yesterday…’

If Seo Dawon were to hit me… Even imagining that kind of situation made me tear up. Of course, in the case of capture, my safety was an issue as well.

‘I should be sparing with my words as much as possible…’

In the end, I resolved to keep my mouth shut. Anyway, it was obvious that, as a Necromancer in this time period, even if I were to explain my words wouldn’t be taken seriously.

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