Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Hey, hey..."

Somehow, I succeeded in coming back without trapping my way home.

Blah, one by one scratching through the immediate-death trap and going back is what sharpens the spirit. And even though it's applied muscle strengthening (empowering), carrying a chunk of crystal inside each person puts a heavy load on the physical surface.

In other words, when I finally got home, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

"All right... all you have to do is pull it up..."

The entrance to this cave is in my father's office.

And I came down to this cave with a rope through the door of such an office. And even though I'm just strengthening (empowering), I haven't stopped being human enough to hold this lump of crystal and climb up the rope ladder.

But I've assumed that much.

I'll rope the crystal, goose cross it. Somewhere I pulled it, it was so frightening.

I'm just curious about the size of the entrance and the size of the crystal, but the estimate would probably allow it to go through.

"Yikes."

Grab the rope on the crystal and keep going up the rope ladder.

And finally, come back to the office.

From here on out, it's time for a detour.

"Strengthen your muscles (power up)...... good and ooh!!

Strengthen (empower) your arms and pull the rope desperately.

I'm desperate, biting my back teeth off. If there's a guy who doesn't know what's going on with me, I want you to imagine. It's like lifting a rock big enough to envelop a human being with a rope.

Little by little, pull up.

Both palms turn bright red with friction and blood erupts from some of them. Still, I won't stop pulling up arms. This is a battle against your limits.

"Whoa, whoa!

I scold myself and scream with my strength.

How long have you been doing that? Perhaps the inhabitants will rumor that "there is some strange scream in your lord's house".

After so much, so much fighting.

I... finally, I succeeded in pulling up the crystal.

"Ha... ha... hey..."

Consciousness comes to a blur.

I'm more of a magician than I was. Manual labor is a gatekeeper. Undoubtedly, tomorrow I have a contract to have muscle aches. In the first place, the moment the muscle strengthening (power-up) is solved, there will be a recoil that is too much to do.

But that's all there is to it.

"... Beautiful"

I'm meditating my eyes in a crystal, an Art woman.

I wasn't sure in the dark cave, but she was a beautiful woman. She is an immortal beauty, as if she were a face created by God as a perfect shape. Even with your eyes closed, you can see the beauty of it.

And the nudity beneath it is sitting as if holding both knees, so all the places that invite inferiority are hidden. But from its overall shaping, I guess it's a woman about sixteen or seven years old for a human being.

I hear that Arv has a long life span, so I don't know how old he is from what he looks like.

……

Gently, touch the crystal.

I wonder what sorcery can be used to seal humans in such huge crystals.

That information may also be shared with me by this Art.

"Okay......"

I'm mentally and physically exhausted, but I still have enough magic.

Squeezing my remaining strength, I drag the crystal and place it in the middle of the next room - the room where I knitted the Demon Square for Necromancer Sorcery.

Incidentally, at the edge of that room, as a matter of course, a cow made of bones was seated as he rang "Mo". I don't know how to disappear, this guy.

Well.

Let the magic begin...

"Phew...... tuned (synchronous)"

Sigh small and pass magic to the Demon Square.

The demon squares made of my blood lit up the light as if they were going to gain power, and at its center is the sealed crystal of the Art.

My magic will fill the entire demon squad with the feeling of losing its magic.

Swallow the sauce and spit.

I'm about to dye my hands with contraindications.

Resurrect the already doomed race - Aarv, as his own pawn. That would be a coveted substitute from the magicians of the world.

Even one magic book is the wisdom of Art enough to be traded for a high price.

That's what I'm trying to get.

"- Creation (Creation) - Immortality (Nosferatu)!

A sense of rubbish and magic shredding along with the proclamation of powerful words.

I consume far more magic than I did when I made skeletons. According to Art's sorcery book, that amount is simply about quadrupled.

I used about a tenth of my magic to create skeletons.

I mean, four tenths of the amount of magic I need for this sorcery - almost half of it.

That much magic falls all at once is just as burdensome on me.

But in the middle of the Demon Square, there was definitely a change.

In my exorcism (search), I was only able to confirm complex magical texts - and slowly the crystals came in.

It's like breaking an egg shell, which scrapes off the surface with paki, paki, and.

And the light filled me.

"-!"

To the sudden light, I close my eyes unexpectedly.

Enough light to burn your eyes, even with your eyelids closed. I have no idea why that light came out.

But I feel it.

Beyond that light - so powerful that I can't even reach under my feet.

"Knock..."

As the light gradually subsides, I open my eyes slowly.

My magic has been shredded by the tremendous amount of magic I feel. It undoubtedly showed that Necromancer magic had succeeded.

There's no doubt in front of me that the raw Art of Immortality...

"Huh..."

There she was, not an elderly woman sealed in a crystal.

She was a girl that I think would be about eight or nine years old if I tried to be human.

Makes you think you'll be beautiful if you grow up, a neat face. There is naturally not a single ups and downs to nudity wearing nothing. Is the only thing that would make her if she were an Arthur like a long, tight ear?

Such a girl would be more right to describe her as adorable than beautiful.

I was blinded by a reality that didn't make sense.

"... Ohhhhhhh!

With a decent, sleepy half-eye.

Yes, I called.