A Sleepy Summoner Wants To Rest

58 – 2. Summoner (3)

#58

Peeing!!

An arrow that did not contain magic flew across the tree and flew quickly. The target is a goblin who was completely unaware of our presence, even though it was right in front of us.

Hook!

“Quan…!”

The goblin’s temple, which was using a stone dagger to scrape at the root of a tree with a foolish expression, was hit by an arrow that emitted a yellow light.

Kung

The goblin fell backwards as if its jaw was caught in the air from the shock, and then twitched several times before falling back.

Dead.

“Kieek?”

“Kreurup. Keck!”

Perhaps it was because they made a rather loud noise as they fell spectacularly, the goblins who were also scratching at the roots of trees nearby lifted their heads in unison.

However, they never came out of the pit to find the bodies of their comrades.

Kikik, Ping! Piing!!

Because of the arrows fired in succession, they became like fallen goblins in front of them.

“Crick!”

After defeating all the goblins nearby, Ceres clenched his teeth and came down from the tree.

I sighed when I saw Ceres, who had a visual that seemed like it would collapse if hit, but landed in the shape of a gymnast and balanced.

“I’m glad it went well.”

“Perfect!”

As if all worries and concerns were lies, Ceres became a better shooter than me.

To be precise, I was able to quickly become proficient in the act of shooting a bow itself because I processed all of the trial and error I had accumulated through experience into information and then repeated it until Ceres could use it.

At first, no matter how much I shoot the bow, the arrow doesn’t advance, so I really worried about zero luck.

But that’s a racial characteristic, so it’s a problem in the realm that I can’t help it.

All undead, without exception, are a race that rejected logic and came back to life, so all luck is fixed at 0.

Wouldn’t it be bad luck to listen to a subject that died in the first place? It should be considered fortunate that it does not go negative.

If you repeat the change of the object through evolution, you may be able to raise your luck again someday, but for now, it is impossible.

Let’s do it for now. Then it will be porridge or rice.

As I repeated hundreds of times with that thought in mind, the distance of the arrow gradually increased.

After thousands of repetitions, it was only slightly bumped and scratched, but I was able to make the arrow reach its target.

At the age of ten, I was able to shoot as much as I did with my bow.

Because he is undead, he has no physical fatigue. Even if there was, it was about the size of a hand bone that was worn out from plucking the strings of a bow, so it was completely healed by restoring it with magical power.

The numbers after that didn’t count, it just kept repeating, repeating, repeating.

The result was right in front of my eyes.

At first, I wondered how he could generate that much strength even though he didn’t have muscles, but I stopped thinking when I remembered that there was no scientific basis at the time the skeleton was alive and moving.

Well, considering the logic of strength and weakness around that area, it must be a question that can be covered by ‘because the bones are strong’.

To put it simply, it means that if you dig deep, only you will become a fool.

I don’t understand even if you can calculate and see the body’s stats accurately, but what difference does it make if a skeleton without a single muscle shoots an arrow?

It just added one more incomprehensible thing. So it’s fine with that That’s enough.

“Still, the ending was a little awkward.”

As the goblins approached the fallen, two penetrated the head perfectly, but one penetrated the chest underneath and was still alive.

The blood was gurgling in the back of his neck, as if it had penetrated his lungs rather than his head. He’s just lucky he’s not screaming, but he’s still alive.

It’s going to die soon, but it’s glaring at me like this, burning with hostility.

If this were someone other than a goblin, it wouldn’t have ended like this.

From the point of view of the other side, it was an assassination. There may be a person who struggles in embarrassment, but on the contrary, there may be a person who pretends to be dead and repairs wounds in order to calmly overcome the situation.

If there was such a guy, some kind of countermeasure would fly in as soon as I approached.

I could be seriously injured if I didn’t do well, and I could cause secondary damage to those who heard the commotion and ran to it.

Not being able to kill the enemy in one shot at the point of choosing the method of assassination in the first place is tantamount to failure.

I finished the confirmation kill by driving the thorn of shadow into the goblin’s head and crushing it. I have no grudge against him. It’s a life that will die anyway, and I could have ended it by asking Ceres, but I just killed it.

Why? You don’t like it when you stare at me. If you twist it, would you be reincarnated as a human?

“Be sure to take care of it next time.”

“…Just right.”

The guy who knocked his chin once at my words nodded his head.

‘Is the damage moderate?’

No matter how well they do, they are just at the level of ordinary people. There was no mana, and an arrow without a correction through skill could not properly kill a single goblin.

Of course, even if that’s the case, I’m stronger than I was when I was breaking these guys’ heads one by one with a single iron pipe. Is it natural that the quality of the weapon itself is different from the one I had in the first place?

“With the bow at this point, the next step is the test of skill.”

“Crick!”

Ceres has 3 skills, in order, [No Life], [Death’s Gesture], And [Tangled Soul].

[No Life] Literally means no life.

It is a skill that more clearly embodies the contradictory form that is obviously alive but does not have life.

Because of that skill, he won’t die even if he wears the [Bow of Wasteland]. Because the condition of ‘a living person’ is the same as ‘contains vitality.’

Ah, the vitality mentioned here is similar to, but different from.

If life force can be restored even if it is lost, it is directly related to the life itself, so if it is lost, it cannot be restored as it is.

Intuitively, if you put HP as HP, you can see it as the maximum HP you can get.

No matter how much you have a means to restore your physical strength, if your maximum HP is low and melts before recovery begins, the existence of a healer itself is meaningless.

The true value of this skill is that it does not take much damage even if it receives a debuff that would normally endanger a human’s life if hit.

The damage will come in as it is, but since it is already dead, nothing related to the five senses of a creature, such as pain, numbness, cold, or heat, can affect this guy.

Apart from that, it seems that skill proficiency is accumulated just by restoring or maintaining a dead body, so I think it is a skill that suits me well for me who is obsessed with skill growth.

The second skill [Death’s gesture] Can be seen as a kind of attack skill.

“Try it.”

“Perfect!!”

At my command, Ceres made a loud bone noise, and at the same time, black air currents began to ripple through the bones in his hands.

The energy gradually permeated the arrow and the bow, and before long, black air currents began to swirl in the same way as the bow and arrow.

“There’s nothing wrong… Yuji is okay?”

Ho Yo Yo~

In response to my question, I sent the will of acceptance by flickering the blue flame inside the skull.

“Then shoot.”

Kikiiik! Thiung!

There was no shaking in the movement of Ceres, who immediately fired an arrow. The shot arrow flew straight and hit the tree! It made a noise and shut up.

Kwadauk!

A black energy exploded once in the center of that range, and a creepy sound was heard around the tree, leaving clear marks as if something had scratched it.

The effect of the skill [Death’s gesture] Is an additional hit by the curse.

The effect of the skill itself can be seen as the materialization of the undead’s unique tenacity for life.

If an attack using this against an object with vitality is successful, an undead hand embodied as a curse will definitely appear and scratch the target.

When you successfully deal with an enemy through this attack, it even has the effect of absorbing some of the target’s vitality and strengthening the next attack.

Intuitively, it feels like a strengthening skill that can recharge the stack with the last hit.

I have to concentrate every time I use it right now, so I can hardly use it except for the first attack, but if I get used to it little by little, I can use it during battle.

If you play in a party anyway, someone in front of you will act as a shield, so you don’t have to worry about time, but you have to be able to do it by yourself.

The only downside to this skill is that it doesn’t work on someone who is already dead like this one.

As I mentioned earlier, it seems that the undead’s unique habit of longing for life has been embodied as a skill.

Other than that, it feels like a fairly good skill. This can also be shared and used in the right place.

Who knows if it evolves into a skill that can be used regardless of living and inanimate nature?

The last [Entangled Spirit] Is a blue flame nestled inside that skull.

The effect is very complex compared to [No Life], But to solve it as easily as possible, it would be a ‘lamp that attracts the soul’.

To be precise, it’s a fragment of the soul, or something close to a thought.

In novels or games, don’t you often see a kaleidoscope near death? Indeed, in this mad world where research into the soul is ongoing, even the phenomenon has been identified.

This phenomenon, named kaleidoscope, is a kind of memory reading.

When a person falls asleep, the brain accepts it as a state similar to falling asleep at the point of intuition, just as a dream occurs in the process of organizing memories in the brain.

But it’s not really sleeping.

Because the memories in the brain are organized with a clear mind, the events one has experienced come to mind one after another, and it feels as if they are passing over like a film or panorama in a movie theater.

It may be a moment close to an instant, but the dead feel a lifetime in that brief moment.

Originally, the brain, which should have accepted and processed all the information from the whole body, accepted death, but for a moment, there was nothing to do.

The efficiency that the brain in that state can exert is over 150% of normal. It is said that even if it exceeds 30%, you can feel as if the world has stopped completely, but if it is 150%, it will be easy to recall the memories of a lifetime even in a very short moment.

It was only that I was killed by a kaleidoscope and a star system, so I couldn’t continue any further. In fact, a person’s neck continues to be active for 10 to 20, or 30 seconds if it is long.

Scholars in this world have come to the conclusion that 30 seconds is enough to feel a kaleidoscope and regret later while the soul is still connected.

I’m asking how you know so much detail when you’re not the person in question, but I’ll tell you that you’re underestimating the level of madness in this world.

There is a madman who asked the swordsman to cut his neck completely without twisting and killing himself in order to actually experience kaleidoscope.

I immediately put it back together with the highest level of divine magic before it completely fell off, but it was an act that was no different from actually dying and then coming back to life.

In that short time, the scholar faced a real kaleidoscope, and even though it was a very short moment, he stated how long he had spent and added to his thesis that he even regained his original intention as to why he was obsessed with studies.

In exchange for satisfying his own curiosity, the remaining lifespan was less than 10 years, but the scholar said he rather liked it, saying it was a good opportunity to learn how much efficiency could be achieved through limited time.

After that, thanks to the papers and experimental results he left behind, the study of the soul has advanced for nearly 200 years.

However, the danger was so great that it ended up being treated as a second-class secret except for the basic concepts, but he became a great man whose name was left on one side of the textbook, so he must be smiling hoho in hell.

From my point of view, there is no such thing as a real madman.

That’s why it was called hell, not heaven. Because the thesis written by that scholar completely changed the scope of the college exam I was learning. I wonder if many graduate students besides me cried out in tears of blood.

Even I, who took on the challenge halfway out of interest, gnashed my teeth, but those who must have been sincere must have been hit harder.

I was taken care of when I was just starting the Exile project, and I acknowledge my contributions to humanity, but I also unleashed poison on the world for my own satisfaction, so I will gladly fall into hell with a smile.

Who the hell burns his life on papers? That’s the real madness.

…Saddam got longer.

In short, the most intense impression among the lanterns remains in place even after the person dies.

It is often said that this is a residual thought, but ‘Psychometric’, which belongs to the category of this ability, is an ability that specializes in finding, accepting, and reading this residual thought.

This residual thought also corresponds to a magical reaction, so if left unattended, it will disappear someday, but if it does not disappear, it becomes a curse.

It’s a thought, but it’s also a thought at the same time.

If there is a desire to live in it and evil thoughts are strong, that alone is enough to be established as a spell, and it becomes a curse.

This is the main point.

In the middle of explaining the skill of the skeleton, I added a lengthy explanation of the thesis and everything, but that’s all the build-up for this.

Curse.

The dictionary meaning is a kind of magic that prays and hopes for disaster or misfortune to happen to others.

In my previous life, it was something occult close to folk beliefs, but this world is a different story.

It is a world where the deceitful thing called magic that can become anything is naturally melted if there is a firm image and will.

Will it really affect the residual thought that only remains?

The answer is YES.

Curses basically have the property of merging. When water droplets gather together, they add to one, just as they merge into one at some point.

In the process, a curse with a stronger nature survives and remains. Magical power adds concrete flesh to the curse that has become so strong.

There is no reason. Because that’s the nature of magic.

I strongly desire and wish. Even if the target is the thoughts of the dead, the shamanistic framework itself has been established.

What remains is to manifest as a phenomenon.

The most ideal form is the ‘curse’ that became the basis for the manifestation.

This is the basic understanding of the ‘spontaneous curse’ explained in the academic world.

In order to prevent this in advance, priests regularly purify curses and residual thoughts that roam the world in the name of pilgrimage.

The problem is the story of things that cannot be purified and become a curse.

A curse that has been manifested and strengthened is intertwined with other curses, and at some point, when it dwells in an object, it becomes a curse item.

Conversely, this also applies if the curse continues to accumulate on an item that has been cursed from the beginning.

It could be discovered by a passing black magician or shaman and used as a fetish, or it could be purified by church officials who were later dispatched to the uproar.

If you successfully overcome even that and accumulate curses to a certain point, you can become a ghost-type undead such as Ghost or Specter, or a monster such as Living Armor or Living Weapon.

In other words, the existence of the undead itself is no different from a curse.

For that reason, it also possesses the property of attracting curses to each other. Because it is located in the ultimate purpose of strengthening oneself.

[Entangled spirits] Is what was manifested as a skill.

Like a large number of insects flocking to the mountain when you turn on a lantern at night, the thoughts and curses that follow the light emitted by the dead rush like moths.

Then the blue flame inside that skull indulges in it and strengthens itself. The stronger the soul you ate, the faster you become stronger.

In the first place, there is no way that a being that goes against the laws of life can grow normally.

With this skill, the undead can have their own ego just by surviving for a long time. Undead with such ego quickly become stronger. As a result, the fact that most of the high-ranking undead have egos is probably close to inevitable.

God must have created a skill like this with that in mind.

Above all, the higher you go, the more you value the firmness of your own existence rather than the obsession with life, so the undead at the top do not show hostility to mankind unless they are quite crazy.

Sometimes exploring, sometimes loving, sometimes trying to teach.

I just look at the world more pessimistically thanks to the peculiarity of being a ‘dead person’.

If you go up to the highest level, your appearance will not be much different from that of a living person, so there is nothing to frown upon just looking at its appearance.

Kwangildo, which seeks the first equality in everything, is also acknowledging this peculiarity. Of course, some fanatics are frothing, saying that since they are undead, they must be purified and sent back to the arms of the gods, but that is only a small minority.

It was so bleak that a very few people, rather than an absolute majority, everywhere openly confessed to ruining the image.

“In that respect, would you like it?”

“Crick?”

Bastard, pretending not to know. I hit the pale skull’s head as it nodded ignorantly.

The guy who got hit while using the skill as he was told to do so made a crackling sound that made me feel resentment. Of course I didn’t care.

What can I say, why didn’t you become a summoner?

It means that you should quickly read and act on my mind, the owner of my summoned sleep.

As much as he was created using my soul and mana, he basically had a distinct ego. He himself would know best what a blessing that was to the undead.

So, take care of yourself. Don’t eat strange thoughts later and do nothing.

With that meaning in mind, I commanded the use of the last skill with a chin gesture, and I was able to receive cold eyes from the skeleton whose spine was bent because of my hitting.

I couldn’t sleep with my eyes closed because it was only bones, but I got that feeling through the passageway connected to the summoned beast. I glared at him as if I wouldn’t give up on him.

“…Perfect”

Then, as if he let out a sigh, his chin clicked once, and the blue flames that replaced his pupils burned fiercely once.

Ho yo oh oh…!

I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but why do I hear a strange sound like blowing a flute or an ocarina when the fire is burning?

…Does that count as a kind of ghost song?

It was really shocking to see him showing a realistic look with scientific grounds in a strange place with an appearance that seemed like he had given away physical power.

Yes, how can a fire burn without oxygen? Crazy asshole.

I don’t know about anything else, but the bastard God who created this world must be Moon and the bastard who just scratched the surface of science. If it wasn’t for that, there’s no way this result could have been created, right?

While my disgruntled complaint continued, a small light like a firefly flowed from the corpses of the fallen goblins and headed towards the place where the flames of Ceres lay.

At first, Ceres, who had wandered around wandering around as if looking at the liver, swallowed the three lights in an instant with his jaw wide open as if swallowing them whole.

Woe! Hwaaak!!

Hyoyoyoyo!!!

With just that, the flames shot up and burst out of the skull. Ceres himself leaned back like a burning skull, absentmindedly like a puppet with a broken thread.

Perhaps you are tasting the memories that are nestled in your thoughts. In the case of Ceres, it is the difference between eating and accepting it, and psychometry is the difference between finding and reading it, but getting information as a result is the same.

Perhaps Ceres, who accepts it as if experiencing it directly rather than simply reading it, is better in terms of ability.

Of course, this is only possible because Ceres’ own ego is somewhat firm.

If you try to read the memories embedded in your thoughts in a half-way state, your ego will not be able to accept them all and will break or conversely erode.

However, in the case of Ceres, it is treated as a form that is half belonged to me and tied to me, so even if the ego collapses and dies, it can be reborn.

Conversely, the result of erosion is also the same.

When I reach the end of Ceres, I will eventually be in my place, so there is no need to worry about Ceres being captured or stolen even if it is counterattacked. Rather, I would have stepped in and helped him absorb those memories.

A normal undead would have been worried that what they had raised would be in vain, and would have tried to safely refine and feed it even if the quality dropped, but my summoned beast can try infinitely without worrying about that.

If you do, definitely.

Be sure to chew and swallow the one who declares that he will eat it once.

I’ll help you until that’s possible.

Even now, if you set your mind to it, it is possible to help Ceres by adding mana. But I didn’t.

It’s true that I’m nervous right now, but if you ask me if I don’t have time, I’ll answer NO. As there is a saying that the faster you go, go back, so this power will be important for Ceres’ future growth.

If I help out with each and every one of those things, it becomes useless to rely on me forever. I have no desire to raise such an incompetent person.

If you still fail after desperately struggling and dying, then I will help you. It’s not like sympathy or sympathy.

This is my own admission.

Acknowledge that your efforts were not useless, and that you are a capable guy.

“…Just right!”

At some point, I sighed and closed my mouth. The skull-shaped brazier that had been burning had finally awakened as an undead.

[Intellect has increased by 1 by eating the goblin’s thoughts.]

As if to prove it, system messages appeared one after another.

[The level of Has risen.]

[The level of ‘S skill [Entangled soul] Has increased.]

[The skill level has increased by 1.]

Ceres safely fed on the souls of goblins and grew up.

“Good job…”

I was going to give a compliment, but before he could hear me, Ceres started to move on his own.

She started moving her body like a toddler trying to prove to her parents what she had learned.

I silently watched the eccentricity with my mouth shut.

“Just right?”

The guy who had been wriggling towards the air for a while tilted his head as if something was awkward.

Then he approached the corpses of the goblins, found a stone dagger lying beside them, picked it up, and started swinging it around.

Only then did I understand what the eccentricity was.

That’s a goblin. To be precise, it was the goblin’s behavior itself. The problem is that goblin’s are too awkward for a skeleton with a strong human skeleton to follow.

“Crick?”

That sound that made my jaw crackle made me say “Can’t I do this?” It sounded the same. The boy tilted his head again and went straight to the root of the tree.

Then, just like the goblin did earlier, he slowly chewed up the roots of the tree until it was good enough to eat, then moved it to his empty mouth and started moving.

It looked exactly like chewing gum.

Then, with the feeling that it will be okay now, I got up from my seat again and started moving again, so I stepped out.

…I see. Something like that.

Having understood everything, I proudly approached him and slapped him on the head.

I made a moderately hard fan of shadows by weakening my mana as much as possible to avoid cracking my bones if I hit it with my fist.

Because my way of thinking still contributed to my previous life, I was whispering that hitting at a time like this is a fan. For some reason, it seems like it wouldn’t hurt if I hit it.

“Is that going to work? Sick!”

So I hit it as hard as I could. Except for magic, just in case.

f*ck!!

“Dangak?!”

Even so, a clear sound resonated and my neck was bent about 180 degrees, but I wonder if I knew it. Even if it’s really broken, if it doesn’t die, I’ll restore it with my magic.

Tududuk

With that recoil, the roots and stems of the trees he had been holding in his mouth poured out one after another. In that brief moment, the root of the tree was crushed and mixed with the juice, as if it had been chewed with sincerity.

…I have to say this clearly.

“The goblin and you have different physiques…”

Ceres, who fitted the crooked hair with both hands, thought for a moment and then began to make a typical ‘I realized!’

Seeing that, I had to hit my forehead again.

I backed off. It was a handshake that I thought it would be safe if it was the same summoned beast.

Cavacae.

Character by character.

It is an abbreviation of the saying that any character has a different personality and standard.

Case by case is correct, but in this case, it feels a little more fundamentally different, so I made a new one now. The source is me

When I raised Kalion, I got angry because of his low intelligence. And I set the appropriate cut-off as 5.

But what if that is the cut line of the beast?

What if the target is a humanoid, and the undead, which are said to have originated from humans?

As a human being, an intelligence of 5 is enough to be a b*tch. Because the average intelligence of a strong adult male in the world is 10.

That’s why this skeleton is less than half the average for a human.

Look at that. Putting aside the understanding of the question, that shameless skeleton gourd who is now expressing resentment about why he was beaten.

“…Ah”

I have a headache, my head hurts.

…f*ck. Wait for a sec.

Couldn’t it be that this bastard just wasn’t good at shooting a bow?

The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was. Even when you were learning how to shoot arrows, didn’t you do it over and over again because I told you to do it?

You seemed to accept the knowledge, but didn’t you? Just because this bastard has a basic spec, he shoots scaredly, so he shoots well, right?

My knowledge may not have been completely useless in the process, but I can bet my wrist that I did not understand more than half of the contents and did not make an effort.

So what about my efforts? What time did I invest in this baby?

“Ha.”

…Decided. First off, he’s smart too.

I immediately put the points raised by leveling up into intelligence. Let’s get it up to 10. Even so, if it’s that sh*t, I seriously have to change the policy on how to nurture.

It was really fortunate that I ate souls and my intellect increased. If I hadn’t climbed at least that, I might not have realized it myself even after hearing what I said earlier.

I’m not joking, for real. Kalion, who lacked intelligence, accepted my order, but did not obey it at all when he put it into action. You didn’t understand what I was saying.

The same goes for this guy. Knowledge is obtained, but it is impossible to translate it into thinking and thinking about why.

Because you don’t understand, you don’t feel the need.

The fortunate thing is that you do what your body tells you to do well? Because of this, even Necromancers just charge the improvised skeleton.

Because there is nothing I can do other than that in the first place.

Now we can understand the reason why there were few skeleton mages and a high ratio of warriors such as archers, warriors, and thieves in the number of naturally occurring skeletons.

That’s because a skeleton with high intelligence enough to use magic already has the same talent and intelligence as a skeleton to ride on!

It goes without saying that the level of difficulty of a fight varies greatly with the presence or absence of a Skeleton Mage. The smart guy will shoot magic from behind and coordinate the overall movement.

It’s a secret I didn’t want to know so much, but I came to know it in a form I didn’t want to know the most.

I learned this secret because of my ally, but who would like it? f*ck.

If you don’t know, would you even say that you don’t know? It’s only later that you get caught like this and make people angry…

I let out a sigh when I recalled that it was only possible for that guy to think and act like that because he had a high-ranking ego that could be twisted.

My initial personality was a bit rough. Even though it was a skeleton, it was so cheerful that you could feel the emotional expression with just body movements and light gestures.

So it is true that I was negligent in understanding the inner information compared to other summons. This i admit my mistake

But beyond that, this isn’t much…

…Can you raise it well?

Yes, let’s not be weak. You raised Carlion well. You can do it.

Ah, but he’s undead. A pup that is immune beyond its own pain tolerance. What the hell am I going to do to educate this guy while giving him pain?

If an educator somewhere heard it, it would be a flagship, but it is of no use because the formula that education = terribly difficult and filthy painful work has already settled in me.

My pet said that I would train him on his own, but what does it matter to you?

“Just, ttadak!”

As if he knew my troubled heart, the guy who had been biting his jaw picked up the stone dagger that had fallen together with the impact of my hitting him on the head, and began to imitate the goblin again.

Seeing that appearance, I once again removed the mana from my body and grabbed the fan.

‘Selection of Information’

Accept if necessary, leave if not necessary. I don’t know anything else, but I need to imprint this one thing from the present stage.

Literally, bone-deep.

At the same time as I thought, I swung a fan at Ceres’ head, who was in an awkward posture.

Bahahahahah!!!

Because it was in the forest, the sound resonated well.

Perhaps it’s because I don’t have anything in my head, the echoes that come back are so pure.

…f*ck.