Necromancer Survival

you just do?”

     “What?”

     “Barnasium or whatever! Did you just post something for sale?”

     “Uhuh.”

     “You–do you have it?” Choi Lee-kyung asked a strange question.
I mean, I’m not some swindler in a peaceful country. 2 Why would I sell something I don’t have?

      “I posted it because I have it.” After answering bluntly, I took the [Barnasium stone] out of my inventory with the intent to show it off.
As soon as I put down the round, marble-shaped jewels, they rolled towards Choi Lee-kyung, scratching the wooden table along the way.
Choi Lee-kyung grabbed them reflexively.
Perhaps he was surprised; his fingers were trembling.

     ‘His expression is really honest.’

     He was quite fast at mental calculations; he seemed to realize that he was holding more than 10 billion won in his hands.
A minute after holding the [Barnasiums], the [Market Raid] app began to explode with transaction alerts.

      “Hey, tell me your account number,” I said.

     Looking like a stiff breeze would knock him unconscious, Choi Lee-kyung called out his bank number.
And, less than half a day later, all the [Barnasiums] were sold and cashed in.

     Looking at Choi Lee-kyung, who looked astonished at the flood of deposit notifications from his cell phone, I was reminded of a secret account I had saved for one purpose or another in the past.
Wouldn’t it be tempting to broach the secret fund–the necromancer was more sensitive to money than I had imagined.
Later when Jung Garam was called in later, we will need continued cooperation; perhaps this would be the perfect carrot to dangle in front of him.

    “Money that I can ‘swallow’….T-then, do you mean to give me all of it?”

    “I’m dead anyway; souls have no need of material goods.
The same goes for the rest of my rascals at the guild.”

      “But….”

     “Don’t you think you should be paid for your part in the revenge?”

     Choi Lee-kyung’s eyes grew wider as soon as I brought up the secret funds; he was eventually convinced by my promise to revise the contract clauses.
Humans were passive unless they were directly connected to the cause; Choi Lee-kyung involvement in this revenge was forced.
No matter the cost, it was worth it to kindle the Necromancer’s enthusiasm.

     ‘I don’t need it anyway.’

     Of course, if the scenario succeeds and I’m resurrected, I’ll need money again.
If I’m truly able to return to how I was before, though, money will not be a large issue.
That much I could earn again.

* * *

     As soon as evening fell, Choi Lee-kyung released a deep yawn, almost as if he were sleeping while standing.
Since we sold the [Barnasiums] as soon as we exited the dungeon, I realized that his energy was all used up, but…

     ‘It’s not even 10 pm now…’

     Do those of his level usually have such lagging stamina? Or, is Choi Lee-kyung particularly weak? Ignorant of my misgivings, the Necromancers went to the bathroom to wash up and said he needed to sleep.
I realized that there was another special characteristic to being a servant after Choi Lee-kyung entered the bathroom.

[Ugh…… I’m super tired……]

     Choi Lee-kyung’s voice–despite the fact that he entered another room to wash himself–could suddenly be heard very clearly.
I jumped up, shocked, while laying on his bed.
However, the bathroom door was firmly closed, and Choi Lee-kyung’s presence could be clearly felt beyond the closed door.

     ‘What is it now….’

     What is this perverted skill?

     It was absurd and strangely unpleasant.
I had looked for a way to adjust the volume of the skill, but there was nothing.

     I had a skill to temporarily block all of my senses.
When I used it, though, it felt even more strange; while other senses were blocked, I could only hear Choi Lee-kyung’s voice.
Every echo in the bathroom clung to my ears, and I felt like I was showering with him.

     [Haah….Haaaaah….]

     Of course, Choi Lee-kyung had no idea.
He could release such audible, long sighs because he had no idea.
I used the [meditation] skill I often used when my mind felt like it was in a disarray when I touched my ears in a habitual nervous tic.
Then, the goosebumps crawling up and down my spine began to calm down.
When my frustration with the skill’s effect began to clear, I could analyze this situation.

     ‘The larger the distance, am I more focused on Choi Lee-kyung’s voice? Since there’s no volume control, it must be an inherent characteristic of servants…’

     However, does it have to be like this? I thought whether or not to tell Choi Lee-kyung about this characteristic or to keep my mouth shut, but, soon afterwards, Choi Lee-kyung let out a strange [Nnngh….] sound.
All my thoughts flew away in the wind.

     ‘No way, in the bathroom…?’

     Several imagined scenes crossed my mind, but fortunately Choi Lee-kyung did not commit a faux pas.
However, perhaps he enjoyed his time, he took a long time to shower.
The effect of the special characteristic was cut off only when the Necromancer left the bathroom and we locked gazes.