Black Lotus and White Marigold -7-
"Haha… hahahahahahaha!!!!!"
Having grasped the horrific truth, I just laughed. I laughed like a madman. I laughed as if the world itself were crumbling. As if denying the situation I was in right now.
"HEEEEYYYY!!! This is too much, fuuuuuck!!!!!"
Then suddenly, I burst into tears. I cried like a madman.
-Drip, drip
Though as an undead I couldn't shed real tears, pitch-black blood tears streamed from my eyes instead. They flowed endlessly like a waterfall, as if lamenting my current plight.
Soon enough, the laughter and tears turned into—
-Boom!!
-Crash!!
"Grraaaah!! Fuck!!! Fuuuuck!!!!"
Rage. I unleashed indiscriminate punches at everything nearby (except for my cute Kangjang, of course). Whether because my Strength stat was on par with or greater than before, the stone walls and pillars around me shattered to pieces.
Of course, doing this underground was dangerous, but if I didn't vent somehow, I'd be completely consumed by the fury. And it wasn't entirely mindless; I had some control.
-Drip
Like a volcano mid-eruption, my blazing rage suddenly halted, as if blocked by something. It was the mental stabilization effect from the undead-exclusive skill [Mental Interference Nullification], which embodied the dead spirit's unique resilience.
Thanks to that, I thankfully didn't lose my reason and demolish the entire underground crypt, only to get buried alive. The area I'd wrecked wasn't as extensive as I'd thought. And even if it had been, with my current power and undead body, I was confident I could punch straight through to the surface even under piles of dirt and crypt rubble.
"Hoo…."
The insane rage had subsided, but it hadn't vanished completely. A tremendous fury still simmered inside me like magma, too powerful even for mental nullification to fully suppress. If before it had been mad rage, now it was rational, cold rage taking its place.
Regardless, one thing was undeniable.
Yeah, I kinda knew this was coming to some extent.
I was an undead now—dead. Undead, excluding odd cases like vampires, were all corpses. And corpses had no reason to reproduce.
What about Kangjang? She was different from regular enhanced undead; she was a Living Death created by my skill. According to my evil knowledge, she was alive and dead simultaneously, so while pregnancy was impossible, her body mimicked life functions enough for sex to be possible.
Me? My job level was pretty high, but my body was still that of a low-tier undead ghoul. So was I doomed to stay dickless forever? No.
There are ways.
There were methods. Evolving beyond the framework of a fully dead undead into a higher existence.
In my build, leveling up the race leads to demigod-tier undead.
Two stages above my current form: a demigod undead. My evil knowledge assured me that upon reaching it, I'd retain undead advantages while transcending the limitations—no more limp dick.
The problem is I can't evolve to demigod undead right now.
Demigod undead required level 60. Specifically, it demanded a build hyper-specialized in Sorcerer creation and domination.
But I've got 500x EXP multiplier. No more first-kill bonuses, but that's still plenty for smooth leveling. If I grind monsters properly, I'll hit it fast.
Plus, there were perks to help. The situation wasn't all doom and gloom.
But
'Humiliating!! The ultimate humiliation!!!'
For me, who'd always had some pride in my manhood across my past and present lives, this was the greatest shame imaginable.
'If I hadn't done the early awakening like the System said and followed the original plan, this humiliating shit wouldn't have happened!!'
I could've started as a god-tier undead beyond demigod. Though it was brief, killing intent surged toward those who'd shattered my pride as a man.
'I'll kill them!! I'll definitely kill them!!'
New names etched themselves onto my mental hit list.
"Demon King and his demonkin and monster bastards!!! And the Minamoto clan fuckers!!! I was gonna kill you anyway, but now I'll make you suffer maximum agony until you beg for death, then finish you off!!!!"
Had I ever felt this level of rage toward anyone? An unprecedented hatred filled my heart.
I'd use every technique and power I'd acquired across my lifetimes to make it so.
"And…"
Finally, though not directly responsible for my castration, the one who'd summoned me to this world and provided the root cause of this humiliation—that existence.
"I'll half-kill you!!! You fuuucking goddess!!!!"
Isekai folk said Goddess Luminus was omnipotent. If that was true and by some chance she'd orchestrated all this, she had to be a lesbian feminist sadist.
(Lesbian feminist sadist)
Nothing else explained it. Though the odds were low, after dozens of minutes like that, I finally calmed down enough.
"Auu~?"
-Pat pat
-Jiggle jiggle
-Squish squoosh
"Grrr, yeah, I'm cooled off now. Thanks, Kangjang."
Especially thanks to Kangjang sandwiching my face between her breasts and stroking my head, which sped up the process. She tilted her head cutely, asking if I was okay now, and I nodded in affirmation.
With her voluptuous tits clamped like headphones on either side of my face, even nonexistent rage felt purified.
"Uuu… auu… waa?"
"Oh, no, it wasn't anger at you, Kangjang, so no need to apologize."
Kangjang asked if I'd been mad at her and apologized preemptively, but I denied it. There was zero reason to be mad at my cute, obedient Kangjang. If anything, she brought pleasure.
"Uuu!!"
"Yeah yeah, I'll do my best."
-Stroke
Hearing her cheer, I finally extricated myself from this soft, firm prison holding me.
First priority: get my dick working again.
That was my rock-solid number one goal.
Next: gather full power.
The Minamotos would die by my hand. But killing Hero Yukihime would create a gap in the anti-Demon King forces. I'd struggled that much against one Archfiend(?), and the Demon King had dozens stronger than that under him—not to mention the King himself dwarfed them.
Historically, only Heroes of that caliber, with allies, could take down a Demon King. And who knew how game-character powers translated to reality? Screen and real life differed.
So I needed to bolster forces to fill the Hero gap.
Use Living Death and masterpiece undead to match the Demon King, mass-produced undead to counter his army.
My build focused on elite undead for small elite squads, but I could make mass-produced ones too. Naturally, elites would prioritize not just power but looks. Dick not working? Gotta have eye candy at least.
Might as well assemble my own Hero party while I'm at it.
Honestly, aside from Erika and Kanami, the palace crew weren't trustworthy. I mentally jotted a list for my Hero party.
- Martial artist, Hero, Mage, Thief, Priest, Warrior, Knight, Elf Archer, Bard, Blacksmith, Porter, Maid
Jotted whatever came to mind.
Gather max power, kill Minamotos, crush Demon King.
Then half-kill that goddess bitch. That was the plan.
Time to break ground on it?
With my current power, escaping this crypt was trivial. Leveling unlocked various magics, including spatial transfer Gate. Worst case, punch through the thick stone door blocking the upper level or claw my way up barehanded.
But I wouldn't. The Ghoulmouths I'd killed pre-Kangjang, their ogre followers, and whatever monsters lurked in this underground forest were pure EXP goldmines.
No need to waste a fast-leveling opportunity.
So
"Alright, let's go, Kangjang."
"Uuu!!"
Hunting time.
Now with MP to spare, I used Detect Lesser Trap to scan and bypass every trap in the crypt rooms, swiftly reaching the forest section.
-Hummm!!
Upon entering the forest, I reapplied all wearable buffs.
-Hummmm!!
Thanks to the Spirit Evoker skill [Soul Spirit Unity], buffs on me degraded but shared to Kangjang. Full sharing required a higher job, but this would do.
Once buffs were maxed,
"UOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
-Kuuuung!!
I roared toward the forest. My mana and overwhelming lung capacity collab'd into a bellow that literally vibrated the air.
Then
-Thud!!
"UOOOOO!!!!"
Bursting through the trees came a 3-meter-tall musclebound fatty with apricot skin. Humanoid but with a blatantly monstrous face. I instantly recognized it as one of the ogres trailing the Ghoulmouths.
It raised its wooden club high and leaped toward me.
"Uu!!"
"Grrr, hold up."
Kangjang moved to intercept, but I held up a hand to stop her.
Because
"I'll handle it."
Trash like this was within my solo range now. No magic needed. Buffed physicals made ogres no longer a threat.
-Thud!!
I charged the incoming ogre.
-Swoosh!!
Cleaving air, I closed the gap in an instant.
"Uooo!?"
Stunned by my speed, the ogre slammed its massive wooden club into the ground right in front of me.
-Boom!!
Its sheer size, muscle, and power cracked the earth, scattering dust and pebbles everywhere.
"UOOOOOO!?"
"Slow, tubby."
But I'd already dodged, jumping to its head level.
-Hummm!!
Infusing my hand with mana reinforcement—the Praetorian Knight Commander Benefict Pendragon style—no issues unlike my zombie days; ghoul body handled it fine.
"Quiet."
"Uoo…!!!"
"Down!!"
-Thud!!
I swung, smashing the ogre's head as it tried to bellow.
-Crunch
My power pulped its skull like a rotten tomato. Docs said ogre craniums were tough to pierce or shatter, but it was easier than expected.
-Thud!!
I landed steadily as the ogre crumpled forward, dead from one punch.
-Humm
I stored the corpse in Morgue first. Because
"UOOOOOO!!"
-Thud thud thud!!
"Groooo!!"
Familiar Ghoulmouth and ogre cries echoed from all directions, drawing closer.
"Uuu!!"
Kangjang, now at my side, assumed her signature fist stance, ready.
-Fwoosh!!
I wrapped my body in black flames—Flamma's acquired close-combat essence via Pendragon mana method.
And
"Summon Dead."
-Hummm!!
Dozens of black necrotic lumps coalesced before me.
"Come on, rise."