The Extradimensional Router hums with potential as its intricate systems come to life. My creation, a towering amalgamation of bones and metal, dwarfs the previous iteration—the Interdimensional Router. It's a super upgraded marvel, boasting additional functions that elevate its capabilities to a whole new level.
Stepping back, I observe the completed device, a sense of accomplishment washing over me. The abandoned factory, my clandestine workshop, has served its purpose. Now, I must make preparations for departure, ensuring that my groundbreaking creation remains protected.
Time moves differently in this forgotten place, a sluggish dance compared to the rhythm of my original timeline. It's my super training arc, a period where every moment counts. I focus on the task at hand, determined to fortify the Extradimensional Router against potential threats.
Bones, an assortment of skeletal remains, lie before me like a morbid puzzle. Yet, I approach the assembly with the finesse of a master builder playing with Lego blocks. Each piece fits snugly into place, a fusion of ancient remains and cutting-edge technology.
In the midst of this creative flurry, I incorporate my own technological innovations. The melding of organic and synthetic, a testament to my prowess as a creator, takes shape. Time becomes a blur as I tirelessly work, driven by the desire to complete my masterpiece.
Finally, after meticulous effort, the guardian of my mighty tower stands before me. A Bone Dragon, seven meters tall, adorned with cyborg augmentations—a formidable sentry born from the surplus of parts Hajin provided. The fusion of ancient bones and futuristic enhancements gives it an otherworldly presence.
Satisfied with my creation, I stand back to admire the imposing figure before me. The Bone Dragon radiates strength, a silent protector ready to ward off any intruders. As I prepare to leave the abandoned factory, I know that my journey is just beginning, and the Extradimensional Router, guarded by the mighty Bone Dragon, will be the key to unlocking new realms and possibilities.
"Hmmm..."
I walk along the periphery of the abandoned factory, my gaze fixed on the dense forest beyond. The air is thick with an eerie stillness, and the looming shadows of the factory walls surround me. As I approach the edge, a sudden stumble brings me face to face with an invisible force—the barrier that has seemingly confined me within this desolate place.
The barrier, an enigmatic maze-like structure, eludes my touch. Every attempt to move past it is met with an unseen resistance as if a psychic power is manipulating my very perception. It's a frustrating impediment, one that has vexed me for far too long. However, my time spent here has not been in vain; I've completed my analysis of the barrier, and, armed with newfound knowledge, I'm confident in my ability to break free.
I decide to employ my Empathetic Imitation, a unique power that grants me the ability to read and replicate auras—capturing emotions, impressions, and more. With a deep breath, I begin the intricate process of altering my own aura using Kim Hajin's as a reference. The challenge lies in the limitation of my power—I'll forget the copied aura once I've utilized it. This necessitates regular recopying, a tedious but necessary task.
Despite the effort, I persist. The intricate dance of manipulating energies unfolds as I strive to synchronize with the aura of Kim Hajin, my key to bypassing the confounding barrier. The echoes of his emotions resonate within me, and I focus on imitating them with precision... and slowly, my aura becomes that of a human, and not merely a dungeon monster.
After meticulous effort, a breakthrough will naturally follow.
The barrier yields, as if acknowledging the resonance of the altered aura. I move forward, stepping beyond the invisible confines that have held me captive within the abandoned factory. A sense of triumph washes over me—the culmination of perseverance and the strategic use of my unique abilities.
I walk off from the abandoned factory with an air of victory surrounding each step. The dense forest lies ahead, beckoning me to explore the unknown. Inside my mind, Witch King's presence becomes audible, cheering rather boisterously. Her ethereal voice echoes with enthusiasm.
"Well done! Finally breaking free from that confounding barrier. Bravo!"
I continue walking, unfazed by her cheers, focusing on the path ahead. The forest unfolds before me.
Despite Witch King's persistent cheers, my attention is drawn to a peculiar sensation. My body, despite the extensive walking, shows no signs of fatigue. It's as if a newfound energy courses through my veins, sustaining me.
The world blurs around me as I invoke my teleportation ability. A surge of energy courses through my veins, and in an instant, I find myself in a desolate, unformed landscape. This is the place where the Tower of Miracle is destined to emerge, but as of now, it's nothing more than an empty canvas.
I take a deep breath, the air thick with the anticipation of the miraculous structure yet to be. The sky is a canvas of swirling colors, a kaleidoscope of potential. Time in this unshaped realm flows at a crawl, giving me the luxury of patience. My comrades, left behind in the reality I just departed, will age at a snail's pace compared to me.
Though I don't really have to worry over getting old considering I am just bones now.
The ground beneath me feels unstable as if it hasn't fully decided its form. I find a spot that resonates with a peculiar energy, a hunch telling me that this is where the Tower of Miracle will materialize. I mark the spot and leave it. I find my place of retreat some distance away from where the Tower should spawn. I set up a makeshift camp, surrounded by the echoing whispers of what is to come.
As I wait, minutes stretch like hours. The ethereal landscape seems to shift and ripple, a prelude to the emergence of the tower. I pass the time reflecting on the journey that brought me here, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made. The Miracle Stone, housed within the tower, is my key to rewriting history.
The distant echoes of a future yet to unfold are occasionally interrupted by the rustle of unseen winds. Time itself is my ally and my adversary. I watch as the colors in the sky morph and dance, a cosmic ballet heralding the birth of the Tower of Miracle.
The Time Curve stretches wide, an unpredictable span from my original timeline to this uncertain one. I stand in the midst of a landscape devoid of any particular landmarks, waiting for the emergence of the Tower of Miracle. The only certainty is my uncertainty. In this temporal limbo, the only course of action is to make camp and bide my time.
Utilizing my raw abilities, I unleash a surge of power that courses through the air. A group of humanoid monsters emerges from the shadows: kobolds, goblins, ogres, and werewolves, all drawn to the energy like moths to a flame. With swift and calculated strikes, I dispatch them, the echoes of their demise reverberating through the desolate surroundings.
Harnessing my necromantic prowess, I raise the fallen monsters from the dead, turning them into loyal skeletal minions. They become the architects of my fortress, crafting a castle of bones and concrete in the middle of the cleared expanse. Perhaps I've been a bit too flashy, but it's a necessary exercise for honing my necromancy skills.
The skeletal sentinels stand guard, their hollow eye sockets surveying the horizon for any signs of intrusion. Occasionally, super-powered humans, drawn by the enigmatic fortress, approach with the misguided belief that it conceals a dungeon ripe for exploration.
I appear before them, a figure shrouded in power that transcends their comprehension. With a mere glance, I deter them, dissuading their misguided curiosity. My mercy is evident, for my power levels are leagues above theirs. However, the occasional encounter proves inevitable.
Shin Myungchul, a formidable opponent, emerges from the shadows.
The night hangs heavy over the desolate landscape as I stand atop the castle walls, my skeletal minions silently patrolling the fortress I've built with meticulous care. The air is thick with tension as Shin Myungchul, a dark figure in the moonlit distance, approaches the gates of my undead sanctuary.
Shin Myungchul smirks, his eyes cold and calculating. "Well, well, if it isn't a loner playing king. Is this a Necromancy Gift perhaps? You've got quite the operation here, but I'm afraid it ends tonight. My name is Shin Myunchul, what is yours?"
I respond, my tone cold and measured, "What do you want, Shin Myungchul?"
He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my non-existent spine. "Rude, huh? I want your loyalty. You're good with your little undead minions, but imagine what you could do under my command. Join me willingly, or I'll take it by force."
By force? Does this guy here himself? How is going to take my undead by force? Make me his slave? This guy has some sass...
I narrow my nonexistent eyes at him. "And if I refuse?"
Shin Myungchul's smile widens, revealing a sinister gleam. "Then you and your undead army will become targets. My clan will sweep through this fortress, leaving nothing but ashes. You can't hide forever."
I scoff, deliberately provoking him. "Get the fuck off my property, Shin Myungchul. You're not welcome here."
His expression darkens, and he brandishes a wicked-looking spear. "You really think you can defy me? I challenge you to a duel. Winner takes all – your loyalty, your fortress, and your undead. What do you say?"
I meet his gaze without flinching. "Fine, I accept your challenge. But know this – you'll regret stepping foot on my domain."
As he prepares for the impending duel, I discreetly gather my magical energies, ready to unleash the full force of my necromantic abilities. This confrontation is not just about survival; it's a chance to hone my skills and prove that even in the face of adversity, a dungeon monster can stand tall against the threats of the world.
Though I don't think Shin Myuchul here has gotten word of me being a dungeon monster. "Duel, is it? I change my mind! I am a Necromancer! I am Death! And I rule over Death!" Yeah, so cringe, but I am having fun so all good!
Shin Myungchul smirks, eyes narrowed with arrogance as he hurls the spear, black flames licking its edges. "You think you are a match for me Necromancer?" he sneers.
I intercept the fiery projectile with a swift motion, catching it in midair. A chorus of gasps and surprised shouts erupts from Shin Myungchul's lackeys. My fingers tighten around the burning spear, feeling the searing heat against my bony hands.
Shin Myungchul, momentarily stunned, stares wide-eyed at the sight. "What... How?"
I grin, my gestures accentuating the mockery in my tone. "Is that the best you can muster, Shin Myungchul?"
His eyes blaze with renewed determination. "You won't escape my black flames, come!"
As the black flames envelop the spear, I feel an unsettling drain on my magic power. The connection between my undead form and magical essence becomes apparent. This is more than just a display of dark magic; it's a threat to my very existence.
Tauntingly, I chuckle, "Give it your all, Shin Myungchul. You'll need it." I feel the connection of the black flames from its owner, and I cannot help but marvel. This thing is actually very dangerous!
Focusing on my magic power, I invoke the incantation for . The incandescent glow of my Gift wraps around the black flames, merging with the magical energy saturating the atmosphere. The black flames shift hues, turning from ominous black to a vibrant orange, then gradually dissipate.
Shin Myungchul watches in disbelief as his weapon's power fades away. "What kind of trickery is this?"
I stand unyielding. "No trickery, just a reminder that I am always here, and your flames won't consume me." I lazily throw the spear back at Shin Myungchul, the spear embedding itself on the ground just a few centimeters away from the one who threw it in the beginning.
The lackeys exchange uneasy glances as the tension in the air shifts. Shin Myungchul glares, a mix of frustration and anger etched on his face. The battle is far from over, but for now, I've extinguished the threat of his black flames.
The moon hangs low in the night sky as I control my army of ogre skeletons and werewolf zombies, marching them relentlessly toward Shin Myungchul's party. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the ominous aura of dark magic. Shin Myungchul, the target of my sinister plans, stands resolutely at the forefront of his group, a glint of determination in his eyes.
Shin Myungchul shouts orders, "Hold the line! Don't let them break through! Archers, focus on the werewolf zombies, and mages, deal with those skeletons!"
The clash of metal and bone echoes through the air as my undead minions engage in battle. Shin Myungchul, skilled and composed, wields black flames that dance with deadly precision, effortlessly cutting through the skeletal ranks.
"Undead creatures are weak to my black flames! Keep the pressure on them, and watch out for any surprises!" Shin Myungchul commands, revealing his knowledge of my dark army's weaknesses.
I sit atop my bone throne, proudly watching from the castle walls, a sinister grin on my face as I observe the chaos below. The screams of my minions and the clash of magic create a symphony of destruction. This may be a cruel spectacle, but it's a necessary test for honing my necromantic skills. Yep, for me, this is valuable practice!
Shin Myungchul, with a strategic mind, micromanages his forces, "Focus fire on the ogre skeleton! Break its limbs, and don't let it disrupt our formation!"
The ogre skeleton, a formidable adversary, struggles against the coordinated efforts of Shin Myungchul's party. Yet, the black flames prove to be a formidable weapon against the undead, creating a deadly dance that unfolds on the battlefield.
As the battle rages on, I continue to observe, taking mental notes of every move and countermove. This may be a twisted display, but the intensity of the confrontation only serves to sharpen my necromantic prowess. The clash between Shin Myungchul and my undead minions is a dark ballet, each moves a step towards mastery in the art of death... which is very beneficial for my growth!
The battlefield is a chaotic dance of death, and I watch helplessly as my undead minions fall one by one. Their feeble attempts at resistance are futile against the onslaught of the enemy forces. A frustrated sigh escapes my skeletal lips as I realize the apparent weakness of my undead army compared to the formidable specs of my adversaries.
With a sudden burst of energy, I clap my hands together in a dramatic display of determination. The sound echoes across the desolate battleground. My magic power spreads in the atmosphere, imbued with [Always Here], thus silencing everything it touches.
It is suddenly eerily quiet.
I rise from my macabre throne, made of the bones of long-forgotten victims. Swiftly, I jump from the walls, landing with a surprisingly light descent. My skeletal form beneath the tattered remnants of my clothes is agile and nimble.
As I stand amidst the chaos, I take a moment to count my foes. Seventy-three of them still stand, untouched by the ineffectual efforts of my undead horde. A wry smile graces my bony visage as I gather my resolve. I have not unleashed my true power yet.
Shin Myungchul, a rival on the battlefield, approaches with a mocking smirk. He ridicules me for the failure of my undead minions and suggests that I reconsider his offer to submit to his authority. With a hollow laugh, I respond defiantly, "This is just the beginning, Shin Myungchul. I have not started yet."
I take a deep breath, assuming my fighting stance as Shin Myungchul eyes me with disdain. The air crackles with tension, and the seventy-three superpowered individuals in his retinue surround us, forming an imposing circle. My incomplete martial art, [Heaven Meets Earth], leaves a gap in my abilities, but I see this as an opportunity for growth.
"If only I had studied the Hassassin's martial arts, I could have completed it," I think to myself. "But no matter. This is the best chance I'll get, and it's good training."
I lock eyes with Shin Myungchul, determination burning in my gaze. "Come at me," I say, inviting the impending clash.
Without hesitation, I summon two gleaming daggers from my Witch King's Storage, their blades catching the ambient light. Shin Myungchul scowls at the sight, a hint of annoyance in his expression. Inwardly, I can't help but chuckle at his reaction. This confrontation feels like a pivotal moment, as if I'm walking the path of my destiny.
"Yeah, this must be it," I reflect, a sly smile playing on my lips. "Character growth, right here and now."
I decide to add a touch of snideness to break the tension. "I'll stick to using only martial arts," I declare, addressing both Shin Myungchul and his superpowered lackeys. "Make it a bit more challenging, you know? Wouldn't want it to be too easy for you guys."
The Extradimensional Router hums with potential as its intricate systems come to life. My creation, a towering amalgamation of bones and metal, dwarfs the previous iteration—the Interdimensional Router. It's a super upgraded marvel, boasting additional functions that elevate its capabilities to a whole new level.
Stepping back, I observe the completed device, a sense of accomplishment washing over me. The abandoned factory, my clandestine workshop, has served its purpose. Now, I must make preparations for departure, ensuring that my groundbreaking creation remains protected.
Time moves differently in this forgotten place, a sluggish dance compared to the rhythm of my original timeline. It's my super training arc, a period where every moment counts. I focus on the task at hand, determined to fortify the Extradimensional Router against potential threats.
Bones, an assortment of skeletal remains, lie before me like a morbid puzzle. Yet, I approach the assembly with the finesse of a master builder playing with Lego blocks. Each piece fits snugly into place, a fusion of ancient remains and cutting-edge technology.
In the midst of this creative flurry, I incorporate my own technological innovations. The melding of organic and synthetic, a testament to my prowess as a creator, takes shape. Time becomes a blur as I tirelessly work, driven by the desire to complete my masterpiece.
Finally, after meticulous effort, the guardian of my mighty tower stands before me. A Bone Dragon, seven meters tall, adorned with cyborg augmentations—a formidable sentry born from the surplus of parts Hajin provided. The fusion of ancient bones and futuristic enhancements gives it an otherworldly presence.
Satisfied with my creation, I stand back to admire the imposing figure before me. The Bone Dragon radiates strength, a silent protector ready to ward off any intruders. As I prepare to leave the abandoned factory, I know that my journey is just beginning, and the Extradimensional Router, guarded by the mighty Bone Dragon, will be the key to unlocking new realms and possibilities.
"Hmmm..."
I walk along the periphery of the abandoned factory, my gaze fixed on the dense forest beyond. The air is thick with an eerie stillness, and the looming shadows of the factory walls surround me. As I approach the edge, a sudden stumble brings me face to face with an invisible force—the barrier that has seemingly confined me within this desolate place.
The barrier, an enigmatic maze-like structure, eludes my touch. Every attempt to move past it is met with an unseen resistance as if a psychic power is manipulating my very perception. It's a frustrating impediment, one that has vexed me for far too long. However, my time spent here has not been in vain; I've completed my analysis of the barrier, and, armed with newfound knowledge, I'm confident in my ability to break free.
I decide to employ my Empathetic Imitation, a unique power that grants me the ability to read and replicate auras—capturing emotions, impressions, and more. With a deep breath, I begin the intricate process of altering my own aura using Kim Hajin's as a reference. The challenge lies in the limitation of my power—I'll forget the copied aura once I've utilized it. This necessitates regular recopying, a tedious but necessary task.
Despite the effort, I persist. The intricate dance of manipulating energies unfolds as I strive to synchronize with the aura of Kim Hajin, my key to bypassing the confounding barrier. The echoes of his emotions resonate within me, and I focus on imitating them with precision... and slowly, my aura becomes that of a human, and not merely a dungeon monster.
After meticulous effort, a breakthrough will naturally follow.
The barrier yields, as if acknowledging the resonance of the altered aura. I move forward, stepping beyond the invisible confines that have held me captive within the abandoned factory. A sense of triumph washes over me—the culmination of perseverance and the strategic use of my unique abilities.
I walk off from the abandoned factory with an air of victory surrounding each step. The dense forest lies ahead, beckoning me to explore the unknown. Inside my mind, Witch King's presence becomes audible, cheering rather boisterously. Her ethereal voice echoes with enthusiasm.
"Well done! Finally breaking free from that confounding barrier. Bravo!"
I continue walking, unfazed by her cheers, focusing on the path ahead. The forest unfolds before me.
Despite Witch King's persistent cheers, my attention is drawn to a peculiar sensation. My body, despite the extensive walking, shows no signs of fatigue. It's as if a newfound energy courses through my veins, sustaining me.
The world blurs around me as I invoke my teleportation ability. A surge of energy courses through my veins, and in an instant, I find myself in a desolate, unformed landscape. This is the place where the Tower of Miracle is destined to emerge, but as of now, it's nothing more than an empty canvas.
I take a deep breath, the air thick with the anticipation of the miraculous structure yet to be. The sky is a canvas of swirling colors, a kaleidoscope of potential. Time in this unshaped realm flows at a crawl, giving me the luxury of patience. My comrades, left behind in the reality I just departed, will age at a snail's pace compared to me.
Though I don't really have to worry over getting old considering I am just bones now.
The ground beneath me feels unstable as if it hasn't fully decided its form. I find a spot that resonates with a peculiar energy, a hunch telling me that this is where the Tower of Miracle will materialize. I mark the spot and leave it. I find my place of retreat some distance away from where the Tower should spawn. I set up a makeshift camp, surrounded by the echoing whispers of what is to come.
As I wait, minutes stretch like hours. The ethereal landscape seems to shift and ripple, a prelude to the emergence of the tower. I pass the time reflecting on the journey that brought me here, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made. The Miracle Stone, housed within the tower, is my key to rewriting history.
The distant echoes of a future yet to unfold are occasionally interrupted by the rustle of unseen winds. Time itself is my ally and my adversary. I watch as the colors in the sky morph and dance, a cosmic ballet heralding the birth of the Tower of Miracle.
The Time Curve stretches wide, an unpredictable span from my original timeline to this uncertain one. I stand in the midst of a landscape devoid of any particular landmarks, waiting for the emergence of the Tower of Miracle. The only certainty is my uncertainty. In this temporal limbo, the only course of action is to make camp and bide my time.
Utilizing my raw abilities, I unleash a surge of power that courses through the air. A group of humanoid monsters emerges from the shadows: kobolds, goblins, ogres, and werewolves, all drawn to the energy like moths to a flame. With swift and calculated strikes, I dispatch them, the echoes of their demise reverberating through the desolate surroundings.
Harnessing my necromantic prowess, I raise the fallen monsters from the dead, turning them into loyal skeletal minions. They become the architects of my fortress, crafting a castle of bones and concrete in the middle of the cleared expanse. Perhaps I've been a bit too flashy, but it's a necessary exercise for honing my necromancy skills.
The skeletal sentinels stand guard, their hollow eye sockets surveying the horizon for any signs of intrusion. Occasionally, super-powered humans, drawn by the enigmatic fortress, approach with the misguided belief that it conceals a dungeon ripe for exploration.
I appear before them, a figure shrouded in power that transcends their comprehension. With a mere glance, I deter them, dissuading their misguided curiosity. My mercy is evident, for my power levels are leagues above theirs. However, the occasional encounter proves inevitable.
Shin Myungchul, a formidable opponent, emerges from the shadows.
The night hangs heavy over the desolate landscape as I stand atop the castle walls, my skeletal minions silently patrolling the fortress I've built with meticulous care. The air is thick with tension as Shin Myungchul, a dark figure in the moonlit distance, approaches the gates of my undead sanctuary.
Shin Myungchul smirks, his eyes cold and calculating. "Well, well, if it isn't a loner playing king. Is this a Necromancy Gift perhaps? You've got quite the operation here, but I'm afraid it ends tonight. My name is Shin Myunchul, what is yours?"
I respond, my tone cold and measured, "What do you want, Shin Myungchul?"
He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my non-existent spine. "Rude, huh? I want your loyalty. You're good with your little undead minions, but imagine what you could do under my command. Join me willingly, or I'll take it by force."
By force? Does this guy here himself? How is going to take my undead by force? Make me his slave? This guy has some sass...
I narrow my nonexistent eyes at him. "And if I refuse?"
Shin Myungchul's smile widens, revealing a sinister gleam. "Then you and your undead army will become targets. My clan will sweep through this fortress, leaving nothing but ashes. You can't hide forever."
I scoff, deliberately provoking him. "Get the fuck off my property, Shin Myungchul. You're not welcome here."
His expression darkens, and he brandishes a wicked-looking spear. "You really think you can defy me? I challenge you to a duel. Winner takes all – your loyalty, your fortress, and your undead. What do you say?"
I meet his gaze without flinching. "Fine, I accept your challenge. But know this – you'll regret stepping foot on my domain."
As he prepares for the impending duel, I discreetly gather my magical energies, ready to unleash the full force of my necromantic abilities. This confrontation is not just about survival; it's a chance to hone my skills and prove that even in the face of adversity, a dungeon monster can stand tall against the threats of the world.
Though I don't think Shin Myuchul here has gotten word of me being a dungeon monster. "Duel, is it? I change my mind! I am a Necromancer! I am Death! And I rule over Death!" Yeah, so cringe, but I am having fun so all good!
Shin Myungchul smirks, eyes narrowed with arrogance as he hurls the spear, black flames licking its edges. "You think you are a match for me Necromancer?" he sneers.
I intercept the fiery projectile with a swift motion, catching it in midair. A chorus of gasps and surprised shouts erupts from Shin Myungchul's lackeys. My fingers tighten around the burning spear, feeling the searing heat against my bony hands.
Shin Myungchul, momentarily stunned, stares wide-eyed at the sight. "What... How?"
I grin, my gestures accentuating the mockery in my tone. "Is that the best you can muster, Shin Myungchul?"
His eyes blaze with renewed determination. "You won't escape my black flames, come!"
As the black flames envelop the spear, I feel an unsettling drain on my magic power. The connection between my undead form and magical essence becomes apparent. This is more than just a display of dark magic; it's a threat to my very existence.
Tauntingly, I chuckle, "Give it your all, Shin Myungchul. You'll need it." I feel the connection of the black flames from its owner, and I cannot help but marvel. This thing is actually very dangerous!
Focusing on my magic power, I invoke the incantation for . The incandescent glow of my Gift wraps around the black flames, merging with the magical energy saturating the atmosphere. The black flames shift hues, turning from ominous black to a vibrant orange, then gradually dissipate.
Shin Myungchul watches in disbelief as his weapon's power fades away. "What kind of trickery is this?"
I stand unyielding. "No trickery, just a reminder that I am always here, and your flames won't consume me." I lazily throw the spear back at Shin Myungchul, the spear embedding itself on the ground just a few centimeters away from the one who threw it in the beginning.
The lackeys exchange uneasy glances as the tension in the air shifts. Shin Myungchul glares, a mix of frustration and anger etched on his face. The battle is far from over, but for now, I've extinguished the threat of his black flames.
The moon hangs low in the night sky as I control my army of ogre skeletons and werewolf zombies, marching them relentlessly toward Shin Myungchul's party. The air is thick with the scent of decay and the ominous aura of dark magic. Shin Myungchul, the target of my sinister plans, stands resolutely at the forefront of his group, a glint of determination in his eyes.
Shin Myungchul shouts orders, "Hold the line! Don't let them break through! Archers, focus on the werewolf zombies, and mages, deal with those skeletons!"
The clash of metal and bone echoes through the air as my undead minions engage in battle. Shin Myungchul, skilled and composed, wields black flames that dance with deadly precision, effortlessly cutting through the skeletal ranks.
"Undead creatures are weak to my black flames! Keep the pressure on them, and watch out for any surprises!" Shin Myungchul commands, revealing his knowledge of my dark army's weaknesses.
I sit atop my bone throne, proudly watching from the castle walls, a sinister grin on my face as I observe the chaos below. The screams of my minions and the clash of magic create a symphony of destruction. This may be a cruel spectacle, but it's a necessary test for honing my necromantic skills. Yep, for me, this is valuable practice!
Shin Myungchul, with a strategic mind, micromanages his forces, "Focus fire on the ogre skeleton! Break its limbs, and don't let it disrupt our formation!"
The ogre skeleton, a formidable adversary, struggles against the coordinated efforts of Shin Myungchul's party. Yet, the black flames prove to be a formidable weapon against the undead, creating a deadly dance that unfolds on the battlefield.
As the battle rages on, I continue to observe, taking mental notes of every move and countermove. This may be a twisted display, but the intensity of the confrontation only serves to sharpen my necromantic prowess. The clash between Shin Myungchul and my undead minions is a dark ballet, each moves a step towards mastery in the art of death... which is very beneficial for my growth!
The battlefield is a chaotic dance of death, and I watch helplessly as my undead minions fall one by one. Their feeble attempts at resistance are futile against the onslaught of the enemy forces. A frustrated sigh escapes my skeletal lips as I realize the apparent weakness of my undead army compared to the formidable specs of my adversaries.
With a sudden burst of energy, I clap my hands together in a dramatic display of determination. The sound echoes across the desolate battleground. My magic power spreads in the atmosphere, imbued with [Always Here], thus silencing everything it touches.
It is suddenly eerily quiet.
I rise from my macabre throne, made of the bones of long-forgotten victims. Swiftly, I jump from the walls, landing with a surprisingly light descent. My skeletal form beneath the tattered remnants of my clothes is agile and nimble.
As I stand amidst the chaos, I take a moment to count my foes. Seventy-three of them still stand, untouched by the ineffectual efforts of my undead horde. A wry smile graces my bony visage as I gather my resolve. I have not unleashed my true power yet.
Shin Myungchul, a rival on the battlefield, approaches with a mocking smirk. He ridicules me for the failure of my undead minions and suggests that I reconsider his offer to submit to his authority. With a hollow laugh, I respond defiantly, "This is just the beginning, Shin Myungchul. I have not started yet."
I take a deep breath, assuming my fighting stance as Shin Myungchul eyes me with disdain. The air crackles with tension, and the seventy-three superpowered individuals in his retinue surround us, forming an imposing circle. My incomplete martial art, [Heaven Meets Earth], leaves a gap in my abilities, but I see this as an opportunity for growth.
"If only I had studied the Hassassin's martial arts, I could have completed it," I think to myself. "But no matter. This is the best chance I'll get, and it's good training."
I lock eyes with Shin Myungchul, determination burning in my gaze. "Come at me," I say, inviting the impending clash.
Without hesitation, I summon two gleaming daggers from my Witch King's Storage, their blades catching the ambient light. Shin Myungchul scowls at the sight, a hint of annoyance in his expression. Inwardly, I can't help but chuckle at his reaction. This confrontation feels like a pivotal moment, as if I'm walking the path of my destiny.
"Yeah, this must be it," I reflect, a sly smile playing on my lips. "Character growth, right here and now."
I decide to add a touch of snideness to break the tension. "I'll stick to using only martial arts," I declare, addressing both Shin Myungchul and his superpowered lackeys. "Make it a bit more challenging, you know? Wouldn't want it to be too easy for you guys."
