A Sleepy Summoner Wants To Rest

8 – 1. Academy (8)

#8

“Kong!”

I jumped backwards at Growl’s cry. Then, as soon as the ground shuddered, the black bones sprang up, flew through the air, and returned to the ground. The cold sweat didn’t stop. If I had been a little late, I would have had a hole in my body. sh*t, did you provoke me for nothing?

No, let’s think positively.

If I had missed him here, I would have spawned a bunch of these f*cking bastards. There is a way I can always escape. This is a rather good opportunity. This guy is an existence that even bears the name of a famous name.

If you can kill such an existence, you will be able to get a good reward as well as a large amount of experience. The trouble was short-lived. Let’s go.

If you feel like you’re overdoing it, just make a clear declaration and that’s it.

“Hold on until the hive comes!”

That’s no longer a goblin. The only thing that resembles them is that they are black. At least, if all the skulls as decorations are goblins, then they are goblins… In my opinion, it should be seen that a completely different object was summoned through a ritual.

The base is a bone, but since it has the shape of a plant, shouldn’t it be considered a plant? I was annoyed as I remembered the reason why I came to this dungeon. Flowers, again, flowers are the problem. Even the names are similar.

Dumpinite. Nightshade.

It must mean that both of them are familiar with the dark enough to include the word night. In fact, didn’t Dumpinite grow a flower that causes status ailments? That guy is definitely likely to commit something similar to that.

Perhaps it was because of his mood or because of the aura he radiated, he felt more uncomfortable because the brightness around him seemed to have lowered.

‘Look at the liver first.’

I picked up the weapons and stones of the goblins scattered nearby and threw them at the guy. There seemed to be no major damage to the trunk, except for occasional blows to the skull that exploded with a crackling sound.

It’s fortunate that there doesn’t seem to be any damage at all. It was limited to those thrown with magical energy, but when the stem was hit, the bones began to dent or crack.

“…Isn’t the durability really that strong?”

I was a little puzzled, but when I remembered that the rank of this dungeon was E and that monster’s base was a goblin, I couldn’t help but nod my head. That hideous black aura is real, but that’s all.

No matter how strong his energy is, that guy is [Named] After all. The system, the will of the world, nailed that guy to not be the boss of this dungeon.

This is despite the fact that they turned their backs on the heavenly principles, sacrificed their own people, and performed special rituals. In the end, even though he himself died, he eventually became a halfway guy who couldn’t escape the law.

Isn’t the phrase “Pearl on the neck of a pig” Just for this situation?

“I can”

No, you must.

If not now, then when? He gave me the power of his grip. The blisters burst and the flesh rubbing pain hit the brain. Even so, I did not loosen my hand. On the contrary, he squeezed it even harder and put magic into the pipe through which blood and ooze flowed.

I felt like something was counting inside my body. A throbbing headache began, but mysteriously, my head became refreshingly clear.

It’s all about how to defeat enemies.

“Grawl”

“Kong!”

There was no separate order. The passage between the guy and me can ignore the process of conveying the voice and convey concise thoughts. I intend to release the rest to let him do as he pleases. This place should be completely his solo stage.

“Let’s go”

“Ahhhhh!!!!”

[The wolf’s bravery boosts the body’s energy.]

[For a certain period of time, the stats of strength and skill increase by 3.]

[Gain some resistance to fear.]

A louder cry than usual echoed everywhere. Perhaps because it was a mountain, the loud and low-pitched cry seemed to be answered by another wolf. The system recognized it as resonance, and the force entering the body became stronger.

[The energy of the mountain helps the brave.]

[The stats of strength and skill are additionally increased.]

[The level of ‘S skill [Howling] Has increased.]

[The skill level has increased by 1.]

“… Ha”

It was like watching a well-crafted game’s story. Everything from the direction, the script, and the composition made this place the boss battle of the game. Is this a coincidence? Maybe I’m doing what the main character has to go through instead.

If there were not one, but two or three beings with that energy, there would surely be a good chance that this dungeon would become a demonic realm that could not be considered an E rank.

I don’t know what the original is, how many things are entangled in this bastard’s academy. I don’t know what future will come because of this action now.

Maybe even God wanted that and dropped me here without giving any information. Thinking about that makes me feel like I’m playing in the hands of a new bastard who might be watching this situation even now, so I hate it.

However, paradoxically, there is nothing you can do even if you know the truth now.

I have to live my own life. If this world goes to the end, my daily life will collapse, so I had to desperately stop it.

Yes, everyday.

There is no need for cumbersome formulas. Whatever it is, one thing is certain.

Kill.

Kill those who stand in my way. I break the guy who gets in my way. I clear the dirt on my way. Calm daily life, days when you don’t have to do anything. All for my better future.

“Die”

For my happiness, not for anyone else.

Fault!!

No matter who came first, they jumped out and flew away. However, Graul’s side was the first to move forward.

“Graaa!!!!”

At the same time as the growl, which was closer to that of a monster than a wolf, dark red energy exploded from Graul’s body.

The red airflow rising like the smoke of dry ice made his body even bigger, and further began to spread as if biting and swallowing the black energy flowing around him.

Click, click, click

Perhaps they felt threatened by this, the bone pains formed like fruits clashed their teeth and made a noise. The dark energy gradually deepened and began to respond to the red energy, and at the same time, the petals made of flesh fell to the floor and began to wriggle.

“Crab, Ler”

“Kuree”

They were melted goblins. Clumps of blood, made up of only flesh without bones, began to move as they simmered with the darkness. At the same time, without warning, bones began to flood from heaven and earth.

Me and Growl spread the distance to both sides and dispersed the attacks. Growl and I moved towards the bizarre guys.

“Crab crab. Gegegege”

“What the f*ck are you saying”

Puck!!

When I hit the side of the head with a pipe containing magical power, I felt a dull feeling in my hand as if I had hit the surface of the water. The feeling of hitting is different. The guy’s head exploded and bounced in all directions, but it didn’t taste good. It’s not like there’s no damage at all, but it’s not dead either.

“Goo, gray”

As evidence of that, the guy began to stir his arms continuously, letting out a sound through his remaining throat, even though his head had been blown off. His body was kindly pulverized as well as his head, as the black flesh splattered and gave off a disgusting smell.

Then, a half-shattered goblin’s skull protruded from the suffocated darkness. Even though I didn’t touch it, it split apart on its own, and then it turned into powder and scattered like it was weathered.

Goo goo goo…!

Then the ground began to vibrate. I quickly left my seat and where I stood, roots of black bones erupted and blew up the ground. He swung his pipe and hit the bone before it returned to the ground.

KANG!!!

An unbelievably strong sound rang out that bone and iron collided. The recoil ran through my hands and made my whole body whine, but it tasted better than when I was catching those zombies.

Slap…!

As the roots of the bundles of bones broke, they began to flutter on their own, as if tearing off the legs of a living creature. However, it stopped moving only after it shrank and curled up along the joints for a while.

“Huh”

It was disgusting. It was a bone, so I thought it would just snap and break, but seeing it die like a living creature shaking all over the head was beyond bizarre and just disgusting.

Even more shocking was the bone marrow that leaked from the broken bones. The moment the tar-like, black bone marrow seeped into the ground, the grass that was there died, dried up, and the ground turned black.

I had to raise my awareness of what happened in an instant, as if it were a high-speed camera.

“Do you even have poison?”

Attempting to summon subordinates, he also attacks with bones, and poison flows through his body. It’s really diverse. I thought it was really fortunate that this guy stayed in E rank.

He’s a guy who can do all this with his E rank potential. I didn’t even want to imagine what the results would have been if I had invested more sacrifices and longer time.

Tung!

“There really is no end”

Even if you kill it, zombies continue to be created to fill the place. No, rather, the speed at which they were created was so fast that when I killed one, two appeared and started blocking my way.

Kwaaang!!!

The problem is that this amount is being made while dealing with Growl who exploded the accumulated [Wildness]. My attack just opened a gap, and although the bone branch with the bone trough was falling, the effect on the stem, which was thought to be the main body, was minimal.

Even black flesh filled up from the bone that had fallen off, and the zombies I had dealt with earlier began to form. I’m also processing fast, but I ran out of time because of the interfering bones. If it continues like this, it will be pushed back by the volume.

“Grrr…”

As if Growl himself was well aware of that fact, he stepped back a little to catch his breath. The only thing that can break this situation is overwhelming firepower.

‘The next summon is unconditionally a magic dealer.’

When one is filled, another one is missing, so there is really no end. He thought for a moment that if he had evolved Hive into High Crow, he wouldn’t have to worry about it, but he didn’t regret it.

Because Hive has its own role. Still, I couldn’t help but regret it right away.

While Growl was dragging Niceshade’s aggro, I took care of the zombie goblins step by step. No matter how slow it is, the more the number, the more troublesome this side is. Even if it is not enough, if you do not erase it like this, there will be no real answer.

By striking the part of their body that occupies the largest area and bursting it, they broke the skull that would be inside. Unlike the first time I hit the head, I felt a slight touch and the guy collapsed at once.

As expected, it seems that the goblin’s bone pain plays the same role as a core and magic stone for him. It’s only a little different in appearance and base, but this must be black magic, and necromantic magic that deals with the undead.

In this world, black magic and necromantic magic are not taboo magic. In the first place, even skill is a by-product of the system, and denying what the system acknowledged is multiplying the will of God, so the words don’t match.

Those who wield a cleaver as a weapon rather than a cooking tool are bad.

There is no trend that black magic is unconditionally bad. Rather, researching it openly, analyzing the mechanism of the overwhelming attack power that converts sacrifices, rituals, and life force into magic power, and seeks ways to trample the enemy.

In that sense, the existence of those guys was too deformed. After stepping back and watching the zombie goblins, I fell into thought.

“Magic, is it magic…”

Everything must have a cause to have a result. It doesn’t matter if it’s magic or skill.

From my point of view, that is something close to summoning rather than black magic or the production of objects using sacrifices. Now that I haven’t used it much, I can say what the hell I know, but I trust my intuition.

That must be a summoning.

Just as I summon hives in exchange for magical power, he is summoning zombies in exchange for sacrifice.

That’s why I had my doubts. What the hell is that guy sacrificing?

A goblin? All already dead It’s because they died and that guy appeared here. But why is it possible to continue summoning without a proper ritual or sacrifice? Because he was born that way in the first place? That alone isn’t enough of an explanation.

Without any price, the flower creates zombies as a natural phenomenon, as if it should be.

It doesn’t consume that black energy that might be called demonic or fraudulent. That energy is emitted by the Bone Flower. Just as plants eat carbon dioxide and exhale oxygen, that vomits black energy.

As if creating an environment that is easier to live in than

, The surroundings are gradually becoming darker and heavier.

The reason why the surroundings are still not completely engulfed in darkness is simply because the flames I set beforehand are spreading through the forest and acting like lanterns.

To destroy that, we need to take a more fundamental approach.

“Bone”

Yes, bones. The bones of the zombies that shatter into dust and the broken bones that still remain on the other side come from the same thing, so what is the difference?

No substance? No. Both exist in reality as materials. Then, what is the difference between being summoned as a sacrifice and not being summoned as a sacrifice?

It’s definitely similar to my [Summoning Book] In terms of feeling. As long as the subject of the country does not die, the summoned beast can come back to life no matter how much it dies.

However, the resurrection of my pet is possible because it is a separate entity, not an accessory.

Only the resource of the software called the soul is stored separately and the server called ‘me’ is shared and used, but the concept itself is close to the feeling of creating a new avatar or character.

Therefore, familiars such as Hive and Growl have only the limited abilities of the basic object, with everything initialized from the moment they are first created. Furthermore, since they share a soul, they can grow through the status window like me.

In other words, it is only natural that he can be better than me in some cases. Differences according to birth must be clearly distinguished.

Separate but one. One and many.

Even if I grow in a different direction, in the end everything comes down to me is the identity of the summon I use.

So, summoning such an unbalanced balance should be regarded as abnormal. Can it be summoned at random, ignoring the entire process? Then, the summoner is a warrior and a demon king, and it is normal to chew everything in quantity.

That’s impossible, so I chose the method of growing the individual that will become my limbs one by one like this.

So how does he summon him? How can I control zombies like my own body? How do you wield bones randomly?

Questions in doubt bite their tails. To be honest, I don’t even understand what I’m talking about. I’m just messing around with the thoughts that come to my mind. Among them, I accidentally pick one option that looks good and dig into it. It is safe to say that it is a kind of mind map.

Then a thought came to my mind.

“Have you split your soul?”

No, if you simply split one thing into several pieces, that guy should also get the pain of a zombie.

In this case, it’s the opposite. Souls that had been split from the beginning were forcibly joined together under the concept of ‘consciousness’. To take it off one by one. Tear it off and put it back on Instead of sacrifice, it is to tear out the soul of a tattered man who can no longer tell whether he is a compatriot or not.

Creepy

I got goosebumps. Goblins are being sacrificed even now. I twisted and compressed the passageway between Hive and Growl, so they were tied together and became that kind of being.

That’s an altar. An altar of infinite power that can be rebuilt by tearing itself apart and performing a ritual, then putting the remaining pieces back together. The Altar of Sacrifice, which had no choice but to be depleted in the future.

“…Aha”

In other words, it’s not that he didn’t pay the price. The price had already been paid a long time ago. However, it is only used after being re-woven at the same time as it was paid for. How? That black aura is preventing the soul from leaving this place.

It was not simply an energy to create an environment. After writing, writing, and writing again, he made zombies shake off things that were on the verge of being destroyed and dealt with the cost that came to him instead.

Not even Tosa Gupaeng. It’s just exploitation. It is a labor that continues until the soul is all rotten and rubbed. Even if it is exhausted, it is forcibly held for some reason that it is normal to be exhausted immediately.

“Aren’t you f*cking crazy?”

Swallowing the paid price and using it again. That’s what farts are. He’s not a god, so there’s no way that’s possible. The soul is not a graphic card used for mining, and it is not something that can be used more and replace it, and if it is broken, it is not thrown away.

This is a bug. Unreasonable and fatal bug. I feel like I’m going out of my way and slapping the back of my head. Why is there no sanctions when such an act is openly committed? New bastards don’t hold on to things like this, so it’s really dumbfounded. Under!

“No, ha, wait a minute”

No way, did you send me to grab this? Will it struggle to survive on its own once you let it go? Damn, if that’s true, I think you’d be a bit angry.

What if I neglect this? Isn’t that bastard god suddenly taking over the system just because he can’t do his job? Really, it’s not at the level of being rude.

No, I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave this in the first place, so I let it get involved. If you’re going to do it, give it anything and make it work. You do things this way, right?

“Ha ha”

I only wished for peace, but thanks to that, I have a purpose in my life.

“Bastard…”

In a sense, it is directly related to my happiness, so it is not contrary to the existing purpose. Even for a moment is good I will definitely summon a new bastard and feed him a piece of bamboo bread on his handsome face.

If you train any skill to the limit, you can reach the will of the stars.

This is a fact that I found out in the course of research while conducting the Exile project. The most representative skills are [Sword Master] Possessed by American sword masters and [Changing Spirit] Possessed by Chinese generals.

The method was not described in detail, but it was certain that the [Stellar Skill] Obtained by these two was not a congenital skill but an acquired skill.

Because it was a fact admitted by the people themselves, they scattered hope throughout the world that if they worked hard, they might be able to rise to that position as well. Thanks to this, there is a historical record of a large number of people flocking to the front line in unexplored areas.

If my skill can reach the will of the stars, wouldn’t it be possible to see the face of the author called God?

Fishik

“This level of delusion is a disease”

He scratched his head. It seems that my mental age has lowered because I have been hanging out with kids. In the past, I thought that my heart that pursued things like romance and ideals had all dried up, but I’m getting angry again because I have a fever in my head.

But this world is scary because even such delusions can be turned into reality. Maybe this is also what God wants. Anyway, he is the one who threw me into this world.

Let’s not think too hard. Didn’t you declare it earlier? Let’s kill Let’s kill them all, destroy them, and trample them again. Let’s burn the scenario and everything. Until I gritted my teeth regretting sending me into this world.

“Grawl”

“Kong!!”

Graul returned to my side after scratching Nightshade and kicked the goblin, a goblin who kept clinging to me, with his hind foot as if it were annoying.

In addition to minor wounds, there were also major wounds on his body. I put my hand on the part where his blood was oozing out, and I beat his mana until I felt a little dizzy.

I looked up at the sky while watching Graul’s body being restored at a rapid pace. The sky, which could not be covered by the black energy, was gradually filled with black dots. The number of them, one, two… Began to clump together beyond count.

Somehow they said it was too late. But when I saw that, I couldn’t help but be angry. Could it be that you’re angry because you thought for a moment that you didn’t evolve well?

“I told you to bring some pottery, so why did you bring it so much?”

“aaa!!!”

Shoot aaa!!!

As if in response to my words, the flapping of crows’ wings swayed everywhere, as if some kind of strong wind was blowing. That’s right. It’s true that I’m doing that because I’m grumpy. Otherwise, how many crows do you bring? Just looking at it, I’m openly protesting that I’m not attached.

“Hive”

Food good!!

As he stretched out his hand towards the sky, Hive flew in and sat on his arm resting his wings. The boy’s body wasn’t even healthy. The scars here and there were no joke, as if it was a power struggle between crows.

I was proud of my hard work, but at the same time, I was sorry, but I didn’t have the magic to give to him. I’ve already handed over to Growl the limit I could give. As if he knew that too, he clattered his beak to express his dissatisfaction.

“Yes, you are the best.”

“Caw”

To be honest, the difference between him and Growl is only a few hours. To put it off just because it evolved first, he couldn’t fully demonstrate his power. He was always supporting from behind, but never really fought each other.

“Let’s shake off both of them this time”

Perfect!

The hand bounced off. The magic power in Graul’s body began to seep into the hive little by little. However, Hive, who flew into the sky as if he would reject it, lifted his chin and started heading towards the place where the crows were flocking.

“What a prickly kid”

That’s why I liked it more. Graul grabbed a stick that was already on fire and stroked it roughly on the head, then took it and chined it toward Nightshade.

“Let’s get it now”

At that moment, a large amount of earthenware fell from the sky and oil exploded everywhere.

I wasted too much time on a guy who wasn’t even a boss. As he projected his magic power, the small, shimmering flames of the tree flared up. I threw it at Nightshade with all my might.

There was no noise. There was a flash of aurora borealis, just enough to dispel all the surrounding darkness.

Awesome!!! Thud! Thud!!

To get rid of the fire clinging to his body, he began to stir himself like crazy. But the fire had not been extinguished, it was burning even louder.

“Kahah!”

“”Caw! aaa!!””

This is because hundreds of crows are moving as if spinning in unison. The wind created by just that made the flames burn even more intensely. The flames that had been extinguished grew even larger, and the larger flames burned bones and incinerated flesh.

“That’s right”

“Gooooo”

Belatedly, zombies popped out and tried to extinguish the fire with their own bodies, but it was not enough to suppress the fire that had already grown. The zombies were burned to death before they could attach themselves to manure. My face, watching from afar, was hot enough to burn as it rose to invade the sky.

Passeuk

Of course, the effort was not meaningless. The fire around Nightshade has actually been extinguished to some extent thanks to the guys who burn to death while eating the oil that is the source of the flames. As the fire cooled, the guy who appeared looked like the wick of a burnt match.

The appearances of those many zombies were nowhere to be found. There are no more obstacles.

“Ask”

“Kong!”

Growl, covered in red smoke, jumped out.