The Best Job Is a Necromancer. Counterarguments Accepted in Girlfriend Photos.
Episode 80. The best job was a necromancer. Counterarguments accepted in girlfriend photos.
Woojin pinched the bridge of his nose as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.
The younger brother he had raised with painstaking care, Kim Sangjin—the one he’d spoiled and guarded as though he were made of gold and jade, always worrying he might wander off the path—was currently buried face-first in the cleavage of Eroa, who had only moments ago gone from skeleton to beauty and was now swaying around like she was drunk on happiness.
“You little bastard... Hey! You’re not getting off?”
At Woojin’s roar, Sangjin didn’t even flinch.
No, he was savoring what might have been the happiest moment of his entire life.
The resentment of twenty-one years of being a born bachelor was melting away like snow in Eroa’s seductive embrace.
“Hah!? You’re one to talk! You know I saw you sleeping with your sisters-in-law on both sides, don’t you?”
Woojin blinked, stunned.
“W-what—!”
Sangjin looked absurdly proud of himself. This was exactly why the elders said the water at the top had to stay clear.
“Eroa! Eroa! Let me see your panties! The dream of every maid is a panty flash, damn it!!”
At Sangjin’s shameless demand, Woojin was horrified.
“You insane bastard!! What exactly did you grow up watching?!”
Woojin felt betrayed by the younger brother’s unexpected turn.
It was the same kind of betrayal a parent felt when they discovered a side of their child they’d never even imagined.
The women orbiting Woojin—Eileen and Yu Jihyun—were not there because he had demanded it. If anything, they were the ones who had thrown themselves at him. But Sangjin was the opposite.
Surely... she wouldn’t actually show him, right?
Woojin’s prediction was smashed to pieces in the very next instant.
Eroa didn’t look embarrassed in the slightest. Though she was an undead, she wore a smile as benevolent as a holy mother’s, gently cradling the back of Sangjin’s head and pressing his face even deeper into her chest.
“Fufu, my panties, you say...? Kim Sangjin, you do have a surprisingly cute side, don’t you?”
Eroa’s voice was sweet enough to drip honey.
She brought her lips close to Sangjin’s ear and whispered in a seductive murmur,
“Of course, my dear Sangjin. As much as you like. My body belongs entirely to you. If you want to see not only my panties but even more than that, say the word anytime. I am your eternal slave and attendant, after all.”
Woojin could no longer hold back. He barked, furious.
“Hey, you rotten—! Can’t you rein in the dialogue?! Stop it right now!”
But Sangjin, still buried in Eroa’s chest, only turned his head enough to glare at Woojin.
“You’re worse than me! Hey, you live surrounded by three women—Eileen noona, Jihyun noona, and Ayoung! If you’ve got any conscience, don’t come after me!”
“When did I ever live surrounded by them? That was only temporary—!”
“Temporary or not! You’re basically running a harem every day, and I’ve only got one Eroa! Am I not entitled to this much? Huh?”
At Sangjin’s desperate cry, Eroa’s eyes sparkled. As if she intended to avenge her master’s grievances in his place, she stroked Sangjin’s cheek and asked gently,
“Oh? So it seems your brother has quite a few women around him. Kim Sangjin, are you perhaps jealous of him?”
Sangjin’s eyes lit up at once.
“Of course I am! A harem is every man’s dream!! But for now, I’ve got you, Eroa, so it’s fine.”
Eroa chuckled softly and caressed his face with an almost doting tenderness.
“Fufu, then there’s nothing to worry about. For now, I may be the only one, but once your level rises, the Skeleton Minion skill will grow as well, won’t it? Then you’ll be able to summon even more attendants like me.”
Sangjin’s eyes flew wide open.
“R-really? I can build a maid legion?”
“Of course. I can tune your mana and even decide the personality of the next attendant you summon. Is there a particular style you’d like?”
As though he’d been waiting for exactly that invitation, Sangjin launched into an excited, spit-flying description of his ideal subculture heroine.
“I want one of those types, you know! Pale pink hair, upbeat and lively, a little clumsy and airheaded, with a high-pitched voice full of energy! Big chest, but a little smaller than Eroa’s! That’s the key point!”
After listening to Sangjin’s painfully detailed preference sheet, Eroa nodded.
“Fufu, fortunately I do know someone who matches that perfectly. I’ll interfere with the next summon and pull her up for you. Shall I exclude male attendants entirely? Death Knights and the like would certainly be stronger in combat, after all....”
Sangjin’s answer was immediate.
“Combat power? I don’t need it!! Death Knight!? Why would I summon some sweaty old man with a soup-broth smell to him! Absolutely female! We’re going full pretty-maid route!”
Sangjin let out a triumphant shout and began whipping himself into shape over the level he’d neglected for so long.
His current level was nineteen. One more level, and he could summon a second attendant.
“Let’s go, level up! During this expedition, I’m making five maids!! Let’s go, Eroa!!”
“Fufu, as the master desires.”
Woojin clicked his tongue as he watched Sangjin sprint madly ahead.
That bastard... his motivation’s way too impure.
But given his own situation, he had no argument that could possibly stop Sangjin.
Level Up! (19 → 20)
The full-scale restoration operation began.
Gabi stood before a mountain of thousands of weapons hauled in by the support crews. Swords, spears, bows, and axes that Woojin had already hammered up to +5 enhancement were piled high like a small hill.
Gabi waved her tiny, little sprout-like hands and giggled.
“Wake up, everyone—! Let’s playyy—!”
Snap.
The power of Origin spread over every item at once.
Hundreds of weapons rose into the air simultaneously, and within them, the blazing red eyes of goblins opened.
Each goblin, anchored by a +5 weapon as its core, radiated a presence comparable to a low-tier B-rank monster.
“Let’s gooo—! Let’s wrestleee—!”
“Kya-ha-ha-ha!! Obey the goblin master’s command!! Bring out the drums and horns!”
At Gabi’s cry, the goblin legion merrily waddled and charged the monster horde.
The monsters spread across this continent were mostly F-rank, with the strongest barely reaching upper C-rank.
The result? It didn’t even need to be seen to be known.
Gabi wasn’t satisfied with that alone and even tapped at abandoned trucks and armored vehicles by the roadside, turning them into goblins too.
“A weird carriage!! You play toooo!!”
Then the armored vehicle became a giant goblin.
Watching enormous iron goblins stomp and crush monsters as they advanced, Woojin could only shake his head.
“...Wow. That’s insane....”
Even though Woojin himself was doing practically nothing, his level continued to rise.
It was the fastest leveling he’d ever seen—lightning fast, absurdly so.
Woojin raised his radio.
“Sangjin, let’s split up and cover more ground from here. That okay?”
Sangjin’s voice crackled back through the radio.
“Yeah! Don’t worry about me and meet me near the Thai border!”
That bastard....
Just yesterday, he’d been whining, “If I go charging ahead alone while separated from hyung, I’ll be bored out of my mind.”
But the moment Eroa had appeared, it seemed he had stopped caring about Woojin—or even about the letter H at the start of hyung—entirely.
And so the team split in two, with Catherine attaching herself to Woojin and Kim Chulsoo heading with Sangjin.
Catherine stayed close behind Woojin, wearing a faint, amused smile.
“Woojin, you’d better not wander off and do anything suspicious. Lady Eileen is watching with her eyes wide open.”
Woojin sighed.
“You too? What do you mean, suspicious...? The suspicious one is him.”
Woojin pointed far off toward Sangjin, who was currently being carried in a princess hold by Eroa. There was no other word for it—he looked like a complete idiot.
Catherine snickered.
“Sangjin can afford to be a little like that. Watching his brother shamelessly parade around every day with three women plastered all over him, he must have felt pretty deprived. Compared to that, this is adorable.”
“...You call that shameless...?”
“Do you have a better expression to recommend?”
“...”
No matter how hard Woojin thought, nothing better came to mind. In the end, he let out a bitter breath and headed deeper into the Malaysian interior.
Meanwhile, Sangjin’s side was nothing short of a legion’s march.
The land of Malaysia was already saturated with death energy from the countless awakeners and civilians who had died there.
For a necromancer, it was practically paradise.
Eroa held Sangjin tightly in her arms as she strolled across the battlefield as if touring a scenic route.
“Fufu, Kim Sangjin, you’re quite the spoiled little thing, aren’t you? Do you enjoy my lap that much?”
“Yeah, I do. I want to live like this forever. But am I not fighting at all?”
At his question, Eroa smiled seductively and nipped his earlobe.
“Not at all. Serving you is my pride and delight. You need only give noble commands. Show those pitiful monsters your magnificent power already. Then I’ll love you even more passionately.”
“R-really?”
“Of course. A single command from my master, and even those pieces of trash will be granted the peace of death. How wonderful would that be?”
Eroa’s training-instructor praise puffed Sangjin up with pride. He raised one hand high and shouted,
“Rise, armies of darkness!! Sweep them all away!!”
The corpses strewn across the earth rose at once to answer his command.
In the span of a breath, a legion of tens of thousands of undead filled the horizon and began marching north toward the Thai border. Watching the sight, Eroa rubbed her cheek against Sangjin’s chest, clearly delighted.
“As expected of my master. What a thrilling sight.”
Sangjin’s leveling speed was nothing short of miraculous.
Every time the undead legion harvested monsters, golden light rained down above Sangjin’s head.
Within just a few hours of the Malaysian restoration operation beginning, Sangjin broke past level 20 and kept charging toward 21 and 22.
Level Up! (19 → 20)
“It worked, it worked! I hit 20!! Eroa!! Hurry! Hurry, the second attendant!!”
As Sangjin bounced around in excitement, Eroa pouted slightly, looking a touch hurt.
“Hmph, I think I’m getting a little jealous.”
“N-no, no, for me Eroa is still first!! The legitimate wife!! Everyone else is just a sub heroine!!”
He meant it with complete sincerity. Eroa was, after all, perfect—her appearance and personality tailor-made to match Sangjin’s ideal type.
At his earnest declaration, Eroa smiled again and took his hand.
“Fufu, in that case, then. Take my hand and focus your mana. I’ll call forth your second attendant.”
The mana of Sangjin and Eroa resonated, and a magic circle was drawn in the air.
If Sangjin had attempted it alone, the Skeleton Minion skill would have had to summon some shabby pile of bones. But with the support of Eroa, a +9 Heroic-rank summon, the very atmosphere pouring from the circle was different.
Huuuuuuuu—
Space twisted as fragments of pink mana scattered like petals. Then, from the center of the magic circle, the silhouette of a woman dropped with a soft thud.
Thump—!
“Kyah!?”
The woman landed squarely on her backside the moment she appeared. Her skirt flipped up, baring white panties with shocking clarity as she sat there staring up at Sangjin.
“Ow... I fell again. Heheh.”
Long pink wavy hair, and just like Eroa, a maid outfit with plenty of skin on display.
And then there was the chest—so generously proportioned it seemed to defy gravity, exactly the sort of thing that hit Sangjin’s taste right in the sweet spot. She spotted the dazed Sangjin staring at her, sprang up, and bowed ninety degrees.
In the process, her cleavage was laid bare.
“H-hello! Kim Sangjin! I’m Lumi, your second attendant starting today!! Please take care of meee!!”
Lumi beamed brightly, clasping her hands together and standing there fidgeting in place.
Seeing that, Eroa said in a low voice,
“She must not be lacking in her duty to serve Kim Sangjin.”
It was a cold tone entirely different from how she spoke to Sangjin. That gap moe nearly drove him insane.
“Y-yes, ma’am!! Eroa-sama!! I’ll do my best!”
With the seductive Eroa on his left and the lively Lumi on his right, Sangjin wore the expression of a man who had conquered the world.
In a single day, the twenty-one-year-old born bachelor Kim Sangjin had achieved a ridiculous feat.
Long straight hair, tall stature, huge breasts, and a devoted maid—then pink curls, even bigger breasts, and a lively maid, GOTTEN!!!
Feeling the soft, squishy warmth pressed against both of his arms, Sangjin felt his chest swell with grand, world-shaking pride.
“Kwahahaha!! This is it... this is what it’s all about!! Necromancer is the best job in the world!!!”
Sangjin’s laughter rang out loud and far across the heart of Malaysia.