A Night of Roars and Shadowy Whispers
That night.
Cheers echoed through the Umigan headquarters.
“Long live!”
“Ten! A hundred! A thousand… wow! One thousand five hundred gold!”
“Just a section? These golden goose eggs are breeding gold too.”
It was a victory party celebrating the expulsion of the Dragonfang and the triumph over their rivals.
“Congratulations, Mr. Two-Blade!”
The burly giant stood up straight, his face carved from stone.
Deokgu brought a massive bowl brimming with soju.
“Hah…”
Slurp, slurp.
Two-Blade downed the liquor and let out a long sigh.
“You said Karamit, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Honestly, back then… you were truly amazing. Thanks to you, today ended perfectly.”
After the duel ended, both Weiqing and Jinpyeong had accepted almost everything Two-Blade demanded.
Even if they had been backed into a corner, the Umigan had gained an enormous advantage.
“No, not at all.”
“It’s fine. No matter who says it, if you hadn’t been there, we would have been in real danger. Deurhaim asked me to convey his gratitude through a messenger.”
Two-Blade flicked his fingers a few times and slid the message window forward.
[-Deurhaim: Thank you, thank you. Today, it’s all thanks to our hyung.
[-Deurhaim: I’ll find a good place and invite him soon.]
One after another, the thanks came rolling in.
Fafnir spoke up.
“Well, that’s good. No major problems.”
Chinese users were the epitome of scams, hacks, and troublemakers.
They thought only of winning, no matter the means.
This was an extremely gentle retreat, in his opinion.
“It’s too early to feel relieved.”
Chinese users always looked clean when performing in front of others.
But the real problem was their underhanded schemes in the shadows.
That’s why they made everyone sign contracts, leaving written records of everything.
Because in-game effects like debuffs and criminal flags would bind them tightly if they tried to backstab.
“Still, we have to be careful. They forget kindness in a day and remember grudges for a hundred years.”
Two-Blade set his empty cup down and said.
“Anyway, we owe our lives to you. I never imagined there would be a real powerhouse like you working under the Kindorhan hyung.”
The curse was a genuine pro-gamer.
If it hadn’t been for Fafnir, the Umigan would have lost the building.
“Hey, can I ask your real nickname?”
“Oh, that’s…”
No problem since he was an ally.
Fafnir thought for a moment and then answered honestly.
“Fafnir.”
“Really? Fafnir. Welcome… wait, what?”
Two-Blade, who had been nodding indifferently, suddenly lifted his head.
“What did you say? Fafnir?”
“No.”
“No, Fafnir? A real necromancer?”
“Hmph…”
Fafnir summoned Skeleton 1.
Two-Blade stared at the bones for a second, then stood up and disappeared somewhere.
‘Report? No, that’s not the kind of guy who would do that.’
Maybe he resented Fafnir for sponsoring Kindorhan.
‘If that’s the case, I’ll have to fight him again.’
Two-Blade was tough, but it was hard to fight Umigan members who were basically his subordinates.
Fafnir waited tensely for him to return.
Clang, clang.
A short while later, Two-Blade came running in, panting.
“…Huff… huff. So you’re still here.”
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing special… but…”
Two-Blade slid over a piece of paper and a pen.
“Please sign here, as ‘to Mr. Two-Blade’.”
He looked nothing like the arrogant boss of the Umigan gang from before.
***
With the rise of the Orc Empire, the capital and central regions plunged into chaos.
Aluin Free City was now one of the most crowded places where every faction gathered.
In fact, it was a red ocean of a market.
In the back alleys, there were many mid-sized organizations and crime guilds besides the Umigan and Dragonfang.
After Fafnir arrived, the Umigan factions aggressively attacked these groups and expanded their power.
It was the perfect time, with the Dragonfang in seclusion for a month!
“Kyah!”
“Guh!”
Whenever a brawl broke out, Fafnir always led from the front.
‘They say you can rest easy and still gain more exp than regular monster hunts? I can’t stand this!’
Leading his Skeleton Soldiers and going berserk, he would single-handedly crush enemy organizations before his own members could even join in!
As this continued, strange rumors spread through the city.
[-Free City has a gangster necromancer?
[-Gangster Necro?
[-Yeah. A real boss-level guy… he lines up the skeletons like a wall, and then—lmao
[-But there’s something weird.
[-?
[-The skeletons don’t even fight, and the necromancer alone beats the whole gang
[-???
[-Without even using the skeletons, the necromancer alone is beating back the back-alley gangs?
[-???
[-???
[-Title: The Brawls in the Back Alleys Lately… if This Keeps Going.
[-Writer: Odeum
[-Content: (A scene of the Umigan and Canyon Thieves Guild fighting, Fafnir swinging a club and beating the thieves.)
[-Rider Fafnir!
[-Comment List
[> Cielis: Wow… look at that. For real.
[> GurkaLevel99: As expected, the real deal Fafnir.
[> JeilMaker: But why are the skeletons just chilling?
[> GurkaLevel99: Setting the mood lol. If you ever go to a school junkyard, you’ll see the same thing—losers getting surrounded and hyping each other up.
[-NutritionGoblin: I heard a rumor that this guy is no ordinary fighter.
[-GameAcademy6thGrade1: ???
[-NutritionGoblin: https://…
[-Watch this link.
[-GameAcademy6thGrade1: Insane lol lol lol! Why is he biting the weapon?!
Among the videos of Fafnir that went viral, the most popular by far was the one where he bit the weapon.
He would savage expensive metal gear, leaving bite marks and returning it broken!
Broken weapons were nearly impossible to repair, so from the receiver’s perspective, throwing it away was far better.
[> JunkItemCollector: …
[> JunkItemCollector: Except this one… I’ll chew the rest for you.
[> lol lol lol lol
Users were typing furiously as the story spread.
Of course it was obvious.
They were fighting while literally chewing raw metal from weapons!
This kind of twisted setting wasn’t even in martial arts comics!
“Whoa…”
“Can his fangs even hold up? Is he some kind of different race?”
“Can he become a Werewolf class?”
“What the—?!”
It wasn’t a brawl in the back alleys or a video upload that caused an explosive reaction like Ludius, but the moment the video dropped, Fafnir’s name started climbing steadily.
Not only that.
“Fafnir?”
“That necromancer is in Free City?”
“Damn… if it were somewhere else, I’d love to see what happens.”
Chaotic players who had come to hunt Fafnir and farm exp suddenly changed course.
They knew exactly how much trouble it was to cause chaos in Free City.
‘If rumors keep spreading, more exp hunters will flock here, right?’
Of course, if Fafnir had known this, he would have kicked the ground in frustration.
As time passed, the Umigan factions took full control of the Free City’s back alleys over the course of a week.
They rounded up the small groups and left only three guilds: Umigan, Dragonfang, and Fight Club.
Fight Club was literally a club full of insane PVP fanatics who loved fighting.
They paid only maintenance fees and never attacked first, so Umigan effectively took the lead.
***
Inside the newly acquired Aluin Safe House of the Umigan.
In the deepest inner sanctum, Fafnir enjoyed his long-awaited rest while pondering deeply.
“Okay.”
His thoughts had been on how to use Hemora’s blood drop.
[-Hemora’s Blood Drop
[-Classification: Material, Common
[-Grade: Immortal
[-Level Limit: None
[-Description: A Genso of the Gold-Blood line and the Blood Magic General, Hemora’s one drop of blood. Though only a single drop, it holds immense magical power. Its grade exceeds even a dragon’s bloodline.]
‘I could just store it away, but the timing isn’t right.’
The Orc Empire continued its invasions, and major guilds across the board were expanding through large-scale deals.
Saving money was good, but to survive, change and bold investment were necessary.
‘All right, then what should I do…?’
There were three options.
Use it for item crafting or enhancement, consume it directly to awaken, or feed it to subordinates.
‘As expected, the flower of alchemy is equipment.’
Making new equipment right now was impossible, but there was a way to use it immediately.
‘If I use it to strengthen an Epic Blood Blade, the effect will be enormous.’
He couldn’t even imagine how much stronger the blood sword would become after eating Genso blood.
It might even raise the Epic Blood Blade to Immortal tier.
But the other option was just as strong.
‘Metal Vampire is no different.’
Drinking the blood directly would turn him into a perfect Metal Vampire.
Not a regular vampire, but a Genso strengthened by the Blood Magic General’s blood!
Since he could grow by eating metal, he could achieve overwhelming growth as long as the conditions were met.
‘And finally, Bell is also an option.’
Homunculus Bell of the Vampire lineage!
If he could strengthen her further, she might even serve as a lieutenant to replace Fafnir’s place.
‘This is tough.’
No matter which choice he made, the potential was enormous.
Fafnir thought long and hard before finally deciding.
“Bell.”
“Yes, Master.”
Clack, Homunculus Bell approached.
“Eat this. Don’t leave even a drop; digest it completely.”
“…Understood.”
Bell swallowed the blood drop without question or hesitation.
[-Kwoong!
[-Hemora’s Blood Drop has been consumed by Homunculus Bell.
[-Homunculus Bell’s level has increased.
[-Homunculus Bell’s level has increased.
[-Homunculus Bell’s level has increased.
……(continued)……
[-Homunculus Bell is evolving.
[-Evolution will take 24 hours.]
Changes to weapons and races were certainly attractive, but what Fafnir chose was to create variables that could handle more diverse situations.
‘I need a variable that lets me command the Skeleton Soldiers even if I don’t personally give them orders.’
At that moment.
Ding. A message arrived.
[-Twinblade: Fafnir-nim.
[-Twinblade: The blacksmith guild appointment has been set.
[-Twinblade: You can come now.]
“Okay.”
Even though it was a safe house, better to be safe.
Summoning his Skeleton Soldiers, Skeleton Knights, and Penelope, Fafnir stood up.
“You must hold this place no matter what.”
“Clank!”
“If you hold it well, I’ll bring back bones when I return.”
“Clack clack!”
The Skeleton Soldiers’ jaws moved.
‘Then shall I go?’
Fafnir opened the door and walked out immediately.
The blacksmith.
Someone who could modify Karamit’s knight armor.
***
Aluin City was, in many ways, one of the richest cities in the kingdom.
Grain from fields carved out of vast wilderness.
Water from rivers flowing nearby, and roads stretching wide in all directions.
And finally, high-quality ore from the western mountain range!
‘A honey land blessed by the gods.’
The background that allowed Gaf Duke to survive as a neutral force, and the secret behind Weiqing’s endless supply of goods in the novel.
Among the most developed industries in such a city was mining and metal processing.
Endless high-quality metal flowed in from nearby, naturally attracting countless blacksmiths.
The greatest blacksmith in such a city was Master Kerrion.
Level 480, a legendary master who created countless Epic-grade high-level equipment and left his name in history.
‘If we’re just talking levels, he’s not even behind Master Guld.’
Normally, it would take months to meet him, but thanks to Two-Blade racing around like a madman, he could set up an appointment right away.
When they finally met, Master Kerrion looked exhausted.
“I came out because you requested, but I hope it gets finished quickly.”
Dark circles under his eyes and a face drained of color, as if he was one breath away from death from overwork.
“Hmph…”
Fafnir scanned Kerrion from head to toe instead of answering and then stood up.
“What’s wrong…?”
“It seems it will be difficult. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
Fafnir said.
＃“I Became a Necromancer Villain in a Game Novel”