Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 357 The Sea Serpent's Abandoned Home: A Doomsday Chronicle and the White Eagle's Gift

War breaks out!
so what?
Yasukawa looked at the densely packed news push notifications and conscription notices on his phone and let out a sneer that had no clear meaning.

It was neither angry nor fearful; it was more like a mocking disdain for everything.

The overwhelming war discussions online, the military bases billowing smoke in the footage, and the experts' serious analyses had nothing to do with him. Even the fire at the ghost temple he witnessed a few days ago couldn't stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

He was simply carrying the latest issue of a comic book, huddled inside a large coat printed with his favorite anime characters, pulled his hat brim down even lower, and pulled his mask up to cover most of his face.

This outfit is his armor, protecting him from the rest of the world.

In other people's eyes, he is a typical "slacker".

Um, it's that kind of person who has no ambition, just lies around waiting to die, and spends their days indulging in the virtual world of anime and manga, and is called "trash that contributes nothing to this country".

What contributions are needed? Yasukawa Makoto never even participates in voting, which is "a sacred right granted to the people."

Voting is something only old men do. Two-thirds of young people his age have no interest in national politics; they don't even know when local council elections are held.

He only cares about when the latest issue of the comic will be released, whether his favorite character will die, and when the limited edition figure he pre-ordered will arrive...

Why has life become like this? Why are more and more young people choosing to "lie flat" like him?
Experts say the problems stem from the Sea Serpent Kingdom's long-term economic stagnation, its shrinking job market, its deeply entrenched problem of a declining birthrate and aging population, and the loss of vitality in its once-proud lifetime employment system...

Stop talking nonsense, experts are all liars!
What kind of bullshit reason is this? We young people who are in this situation know it best!
Because striving is meaningless!
The answer is right on the riddle!
Yasukawa Makoto is not stupid at all. From childhood to adulthood, he has always been one of the best among his peers. With his excellent grades, he graduated from a national university. However, when he entered society, he suddenly realized that his past efforts had lost their value and meaning.

What good are excellent grades?

In order to secure a teaching position in an ordinary public elementary school, his parents humbled themselves, made repeated requests, and used almost every connection they could think of. In the end, they even spent all the savings that the family had accumulated over the years and intended for renovating their old house to "get" him this "stable" position in the eyes of many.

Through this tedious job, Yasukawa Makoto gradually comes to see the truth of this world.

Take the largest company in my hometown as an example. Thirty years ago, an outstanding young man from Haishe could, through his own efforts and talent, hope to climb step by step to the position of department head or minister.
Twenty years ago, deputy director or section chief was their ceiling;
Ten years ago, young people had to live like humble, bowing monsters in order to have even a sliver of hope of becoming a department head or director.
Today, from the moment they step into the company, Ping Sheyuan is the ultimate destination for young people!

Why is this?

Because the head of the department's child wants to become the head of the department, and the section chief's relative wants to become the section chief, the channels to the top have been completely blocked by blood ties and networks of relationships. Like hardened soil that has been poured with concrete, there are no more gaps for weeds without a background to sprout from the ground.

Even if you look at the highest positions in the sea, nothing changes; the son of a member of parliament is still a member of parliament, and the son-in-law of a prime minister is still a prime minister!

Power, like hereditary titles, circulated within those large families.

Among Yasukawa Makoto's classmates, those who did well without any connections were all working in the sex industry.

It seems that only professions like "Emperor-level Male Host" and "Golden Male Actor" are no longer hereditary!
But that line of work demands just too much 'talent' and 'capital'! Damn it!
So why has everyone stopped trying to win money? Because it's pointless. Even if you push yourself to the point of exhaustion, doubt your existence, exhaust yourself, and are on the verge of collapse, what good results can you expect?
It's better to just lie there and find some happiness in your own little world.

Yasukawa Makoto apparently heard that young people in Dongxia were also starting to adopt the "lying flat" posture.

Haha, I knew it, you guys would end up like this sooner or later!

Just like us, let's check out the latest comics and figurines!
After walking through another block, Yasukawa Makoto entered a refugee camp set up by bald eagles on the outskirts of the military base for temporary shelter.

The annoying sounds of engine noise and horns from those vehicles gradually faded away, and the camp became unusually quiet.

"I'm back..." he muttered to himself, completing his daily ritual of returning home, even though no one would come to greet him.

Even the guards on duty have disappeared.

As Yasukawa Makoto pushed open the small door on the half-closed base gate, the moment he stepped into the camp, he suddenly saw a different world through the gaps in his hood and mask.

Inside the camp, the open spaces that were once open were now filled with a large number of people. As if controlled by some invisible force, they bowed deeply in an extremely strange posture, even more respectful than their usual deep ninety-degree bow.

Their bodies were almost folded in half, their heads pressed tightly against their bent thighs, their whole bodies folded into a twisted, unnatural U-shape, trembling and twitching slightly in place, like a group of puppeteers warming up their strings, waiting for the latest performance instructions.

Until one day, one of them looked up and revealed a pair of cold, lifeless eyes.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the past year, the [Sprout] World Tree took root in Dongxia, and the Summer Moon Alliance was established in the Starry World. To commemorate these two super, super, super important moments, Dongxia defined that year as the [Sprout] Year 1 of Blue Star and the [Summer Moon] Year 1 of the Starry World.

According to this reign title, the establishment of the Vast Ocean Territory was four years before the Summer Moon, and Chen Mo's escape from Black Crow Castle was five years before the Summer Moon. The Summer Moon Alliance thus had its own unique reign title and calendar.

In the second year of [Budding], and the second year of [Summer], a major event occurred on the land of the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent on Blue Star.

Through a relay of efforts, various countries have inadvertently transformed this land, where the flower of sin once bloomed, into a large-scale experimental field.

The experiment began with a batch of adulterated food that a bald eagle "sponsored" for sale to a four-clawed sea snake.

The four-clawed sea snake can refuse food imports from other countries, but it cannot refuse its bald eagle father. Therefore, rice and wheat from bald eagles have become the new favorites in the four-clawed sea snake market in recent times.

These grains will first undergo "special processing" in the warehouse by the Andrew Joint Institute, where trace elements, known as SP synthesizers, will be added and specially developed by these masters of human biological research for the O-type gene.

Of course, it's not just these vegetarian options; there's also a special diet for these "dogs"—meat called "ractopamine pork," which is eaten by no one else but them and is known as "ractopamine pork."

We will take a two-pronged approach to strive to expand the sample size of the experimental subjects as much as possible.

The Bald Eagle Commander and the War Department had already planned everything clearly: once war broke out, the bald eagles would instantly achieve a win-win-win situation.

The first win was that by starting the war in this way, a small tacit understanding was reached between Dongxia and the White-headed Eagle, allowing them to obtain the X supplies as they wished. At the same time, it also freed up their joint security forces, so they didn't have to personally get involved for a dog.

The win-win situation lies in the fact that once the regional situation becomes unstable, a large amount of capital from these two major economies will inevitably flee to safe havens. Where can they go? Of course, the first choice is the great bald eagle.

The great empire can reap a delicious blow.

Of course, the Grand President's own stocks, indulgences, family virtual currency, and super gold cards will all see a new wave of price increases.

A win-win-win situation, naturally, is this biological experiment that has been in preparation for a long time.

These spiced foods do not cause any abnormalities or obvious side effects during consumption. The only thing worth mentioning is that people who consume these foods may have a slight craving to continue eating them. For example, people who are used to eating "rabbit pork" may find other meats somewhat unappetizing. That's all.

Pigs raised on dopamine from bald eagles taste good, which is perfectly normal.

These individuals who have been using SP synthetic agents for a long time have become the best experimental subjects for bald eagles. At the moment the war breaks out, these bases of bald eagles in the territory of sea serpents will become safe zones, and a large number of sea serpent soldiers and civilians will inevitably rush here to seek shelter.

Then, the white eagle can make full use of these experimental subjects and use SP-017 as an inducer to conduct larger-scale, lower-cost "modified human" experiments.

What does it matter if a few people die during wartime? Who can find my military base?

Everything was planned perfectly, but one unexpected variable emerged.

"Afu," who was severely injured and ended up in the land of the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent.

The trash-filled "Soul-Suppressing Tower" cannot subdue the flesh-and-blood giant from the underworld.

After crawling out of that damned pit, only a small clump of Ah-Fu remained, scurrying around like a big rat, instinctively trying to find places where negative energy gathered in this land. Day and night, without sleep or rest.

Undead creatures don't need to rest.

Then, "Afu" arrived at this ghost field that had just been baptized by heavenly fire.

Under normal circumstances, death does not lead to the resurrection of the dead, just as not every battlefield in the Star Continent will form ruins.

The causes are very complex, but in any case, malevolent spirits and offerings are prerequisites for nourishing negative energy creatures.

Whether negative energy creatures can be eliminated by thermal weapons depends on the circumstances.

Physical forms like skeletons and zombies can certainly be destroyed, but based on the evidence from the Starry Continent, Soulfire can only be annihilated by special psionic attacks.

Just as the White Eagle's aerial bombs couldn't kill "Afu," Dongxia's missiles also couldn't erase the vengeful spirits in the Ghost Temple.

However, the Blue Star world lacks fertile ground for the undead to thrive, not only because it lacks a psionic environment, but also because it lacks the aura of the underworld.

However, "Afu," as a pure undead native species, brought a touch of negative energy from the "underworld."

Thus, based on the vast number of evil souls gathered here, based on the hundreds of millions of people who have come to worship, based on the national offerings, government sacrifices, public pilgrimages, and cultural nourishment of the four-clawed sea serpent generation after generation... these evil souls have already shown signs of condensing into soul fire.

Now, "A-Fu," who was chased away by bald eagles and couldn't go home, found this place by following the scent and completed the last piece of the puzzle.

A ruin, a colossal ruin, a ruin where millions of vengeful souls gathered in flames, was thus formed.

Among them, the dozen or so great evil spirits enshrined at the core, having received the most worship, have shown signs of lichification.

Lacking a psionic atmosphere, vengeful spirits cannot form an energy body capable of attacking, nor are they bound by the psionic energy of the region. Therefore, these "quasi-liches" and vengeful spirits of all sizes are able to slowly spread outwards from the ghost temple as the core.

If things only develop to this point, it would just mean that there are a few more invisible, inaudible, and intangible ghosts on the land of the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent, occasionally sending a chill down your back. Anyway, there are already enough evil legends of demons and monsters on this land, so it doesn't matter if there are a few hundred or a million more.

Without the support of psychic energy, liches cannot transform corpses.

But coincidentally, these refugee camps specially set up by bald eagles were packed with people who had been given "special additives" by the bald eagles, and the warehouses inside contained a large quantity of SP-017 special catalyst.

A low-purity source of negative energy infection that is not pure, but sufficient.

This provides the "liches" with a clear and visible path to transformation.

Thus began the grand spectacle of four-clawed sea snakes setting up the stage, white-headed sea eagles laying out the grass, Dongxia's "Afu" lighting the fire, and all the snake people dancing together.

Yasukawa is very lucky. His diet is very unhealthy, consisting mainly of various convenience foods and fast food, which prevents him from enjoying those imported "high-end ingredients". Therefore, he has not been affected at all.

At this moment, the young otaku stared wide-eyed at the men and women swaying in the wind, and scenes from comics and anime flooded his mind.

Yes, is this the scene?
Highschool of the Dead? Zombie 100%?
Or perhaps, "In a world teeming with zombies, I am the only one who isn't attacked"?
More and more people, twitching in a U-shape, slowly straightened up. Their bodies seemed to possess a special elasticity, maintaining a strange synchronicity with each other, raising their heads, raising their hands, swaying their shoulders, and taking crooked steps together.

If Chen Mo were here, he would surely recall that noon in the Demon Tree Forest, and the somewhat clumsy "Iron Bucket Zombie" in front of the Dark Demon Tree, which was struggling to turn around.

"Giggle...giggle..."

A middle-aged office worker not far from Yasukawa Makoto had his head twisted to one side at an unbelievable angle, his neck bent so high that the outline of his cervical spine was almost visible, and two grayish-white eyes were visible on his slightly flat face.

Judging from the exquisite briefcase he always seemed reluctant to let go of, this was a very dedicated sea serpent resident, most likely a section chief.

That's a bit of a shame!
More distorted figures stood up, or rather... bounced up.

Their movements defied the laws of mechanics, stiff and bizarre, with a jerky, unnatural feel to their actions; some arms were twisted in the opposite direction, and some limbs pointed diagonally towards the sky.

However, they all share the same goal.

Those living people on the field who were not transformed.

The transformed zombies obey the lich's orders, so it must be one or more liches hiding here who issued the order to slaughter the living and turn them all into undead.

Although the undead creatures here were only low-level, stiff-moving half-zombies, with a running speed of only one or two meters per second at most, their numbers made up for their lack of agility. Soon, many of the "lucky ones" were cornered or surrounded by the "horde of zombies".

A heavy, nauseating smell of blood quickly filled the air, along with an indescribable stench, like large swaths of rotting flesh.

Yasukawa Makoto's blood seemed to freeze instantly; the aura of death, mixed with all sorts of shouts, rushed towards him with such clarity.

"monster!"

"Tiga...Tiga!"

"Mommy mommy!"

"Help!"

Screams, cries, roars, crashes, hoarse voices... all sorts of sounds mixed together, scraping Yasukawa Makoto's eardrums.

Yasukawa Makoto instinctively stepped back, his back slamming heavily against the camp's iron gate.

"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."

Just then, a female convenience store clerk who had just smashed the head of the elderly man who had been dragged down with her fist seemed to sense that Yasukawa was really there.

Yasukawa Makoto even recognized her; she was the early shift employee at the convenience store on the street corner, always wearing a professional smile, and had once been the object of a nerdy guy's youthful fantasies.

However, at this moment, with her body covered in red and white liquid, she limped toward the door, the corners of the "girl's" mouth still slightly upturned, as if she were standing behind the cash register of a convenience store, giving a signature smile.

Run! Get out of here!

Yasukawa Shin hugged the comic book in his arms tightly, turned around, and crawled out of the iron gate.

And at this very moment, such a scene is being repeated repeatedly in the specially set up camps of bald eagles on the land of the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent.

These liches emerging from the ghost temple did not, as the millions of mourners had prayed, protect their so-called "compatriots" and "citizens," but instead chose to slaughter them mercilessly.

The reason is actually very simple.

Those who don't treat ordinary people in other countries as human beings will also not treat ordinary people in their own country as human beings.

In the eyes of these guys, there is only power, interests, and distorted obsessions; what do they care about citizens?
　To briefly explain, I have been working much slower lately due to health reasons, which has caused me to fall behind and only be able to keep up.

　　Given the current situation, I might have to take time off work to catch up.

　　I will let you know when I can update twice at noon as usual. If I don't let you know, then it will be after dinner and before midnight snack...

　　Sorry sorry~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)