Industrial revolution starting with the undead

I returned the crate to the butcher. Leave the remaining cow bones in the mansion for once.

The shopkeeper said, "Uh, you really eat that kind of bone..." But he looked at me with those eyes, but never mind.

And now, the mansion.

In front of me, there's still a cow made of bone.

"Hmmm..."

And it's the Art of Magic book that spreads again.

The only thing I understood in a few days was the basic usage. Even I, dubbed the best genius in the school, took a few days to learn the basics.

But I understood the basics. Now I can also go ahead and read the page that I was going to try to use first and then understand.

According to Art's sorcery book, there are several stages to the creation of the immortal.

The first stage is how to make a bone undead - a skeleton. This can be made by magic as well as remaining bones as long as part of the bone is prepared. And I use less magic. All I can say about keeping a tenth of my magic power away is that that's all Art's magic is awesome.

And the second stage is the zombie - the one that wrapped rotten meat around the skeleton. Unlike skeletons, they need rotten meat. Remaining bones and rotten meat can also be substituted by magic, but there must always be meat left in what serves as a catalyst. And they're going to magically produce both bones and meat, so it's going to take twice as much magic to make skeletons.

Further into the third phase, you will also be able to make spiritual things. It's called, you know, racing or ghosting or something like that. But unfortunately, it doesn't seem particularly useful for my territorial development. To what extent, at best, can we ask for transmission to a distance? And then they can also create immortals willing to not rot, as long as they get a good living corpse. It's called Rich, or something like that.

And the final stage can make what is alive immortal as it is. It's a technology that can turn living humans into immortals, like vampires and ghouls, as they are. My ethics would be in question if I implemented this exactly.

I mean, essentially all I can make is about skeletons.

"Hmmm..."

But I've thought about it.

In the third stage, it says that the consumption of magic takes about four times as long to make skeletons. I mean, four tenths of the magic I have will be shredded.

But the statement 'as long as you get a good living corpse' would not leave you alone.

One thing about "A Living Dead Body," I know.

"I don't really want to go... but that's not how it works"

Ha, and I stood up with a small sigh, and it was the lord's office that headed - what my father used to use, where I discovered the magic book of the Art.

There were massive traps set in that underground cave. Don't make bad contact, that's when I left with only the Art Book of Magic in my nostalgia.

But I can't believe we're going in again.

"Well... Demon Vision (Search)"

Through magic in both eyes, we see the underground passage in front of us - the magic that exists there.

It's a trick that activates a magic trap if you make a slight mistake, as if the yarn is strewn. And if you're a person who can't see the magic, you'll die when you've made a few steps. There are a lot of such absurd traps set up.

Carefully take every step of the way and proceed with great care to never fall into a trap.

A cave stretched far longer than the mansion and underground. It took a lot of time and effort to get there, which would normally be quite a distance to walk.

"Phew..."

What exists there is a small temple. Here, Art's sorcery book was kept.

And behind such a temple - there's an ice-soaked corpse.

She looks like a woman who sleeps with a gentle look, as if she sank herself into the ice. Probably younger than me. She's a beautiful woman, like sixteen or seven.

If I were to make a strong point different from a human, a pointed ear stretched directly beside it? I hear that the figure of Artve, who also remains in the inheritance, has pointy ears.

I mean, this ice-soaked corpse is an Art woman.

Sawdust, and swallow without thinking.

The third stage - using Creation (Creation) and Immortality (Nosferatu) where the spell says, this ice-soaked corpse will be an undead who obeys my orders.

And it's the undead who are willing to be made. I mean, it's no exaggeration to say that Art's wisdom follows me.

As a magician, that's something I want to pursue forever.

"... I don't know what to do"

Think in front of you, looking at the ice chunks.

Perhaps this ice, which remains completely undissolved in this underground passage, was knitted in the sorcery of the Art.

And if it's frozen due to Art's sorcery, then only Art's sorcery can disarm it. In fact, even if I tried (searching) for ice, I could only see something like an unexplained sorcery.

Not very much, but I can't dissolve this ice.

But there's a way in front of me to get the wisdom of Art, and I can't do anything about it.

"... if I could melt it, it would have been easier"

I can't help it, I snort.

And since I was only working on my magic training, I put magic through my arms, probably much weaker than my adult male counterparts.

Both arms reached the limit of fatigue simply by bringing back a crate with bones from the butcher's shop.

There, knit witchcraft with powerful words.

"Muscle Strength Augmentation (Power Up) -"

Extremely simple, magic that only amplifies power.

In order to fight with this inherently, you also have to increase the hardness of your body for as much of your raised arm strength as you can. If you hit him with your arms up poorly, you can crush your fist with your battered power. Even in battles with swords, the power of your sword can break your elbows.

But nothing. I'm not fighting now.

What I'm going to do now is take this ice-cooked art home.

"Huh!

Even with the force of arms that should have risen rapidly, the mass of ice soaked in each human is uninterruptedly heavy. But unlike I imagined, it wasn't cold at all. Maybe it's not ice, it's a crystal (crystal) like transparent gem?

And it's not only my arm strength that's elevated, it's my muscles all over my body. If I were you right now, I'd still be able to compare my powers against the best in the world. That's all the magic you're putting on.

Damn heavy.

My legs are so puffy and trembling that I can hardly step out.

"Damn...!

When it comes to being in such a precarious state, the way home is a massive trap set by the Art.

Even now, as long as I endure now, I can handle it -.

With that in mind, I spent more than twice as much time desperately going back the way I came.