The Game Merchant Who Started from the Ninja World

Chapter 57: Necromancer

"Not a Lich, but a Necromancer?"

Fang Yi raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had vaguely sensed the aura of undeath, but hadn't expected it to be a Necromancer class.

A Lich was a fairly common undead-type class.

They could summon skeletons and wraiths from the world of the dead to fight for them. Creepy, sure, but still within the realm of public acceptance.

Necromancers, on the other hand, were universally reviled.

Though they also summoned undead to fight, the difference lay in where their undead came from—

Liches summoned masterless souls naturally formed in the death realm.

Necromancers? They made them. From scratch.

Their skeletons and spirits came from graveyards and mass burial pits.

Necromancers were masters of experimentation,

cobbling together undead from corpses and fragments of lingering soul essence.

Why were they so despised?

Well, imagine this: your family is slaughtered by an enemy.

Your teammates are all trying to help you seek justice.

The cleric raises his prayer beads and vows to smite the killer.

The berserker sharpens his axe and promises vengeance.

The rogue emerges from the shadows to join your side.

And then the necromancer shows up, raises a bunch of skeletons and says,

"I'll help too. This one's your wife. This one's your parents. Oh—and your baby son, I turned him into a wrath spirit. He's eager for revenge."

In that moment, would you rather kill the enemy—or kill the necromancer?

Still, considering Orochimaru's long record of atrocities—

treating human lives as disposable, collaborating with Danzo for Wood Release experiments, conducting human trials—

the Necromancer class actually suited him perfectly.

Not to mention his eventual decision to abandon humanity altogether and transform into the white-scaled serpent—

discarding all morals and dignity in pursuit of survival and perfection.

"Necromancer…"

Receiving the information, Orochimaru grinned and chuckled softly.

Limited by the weakness of the ninja world,

trapped by his own narrow perspective,

he hadn't realized until now that a path so suited to him even existed.

Despised? Hunted?

So what?

What were those things compared to the truth?

Orochimaru had already betrayed his village, his friends, and now, he was even planning to kill his aged mentor.

He feared no social norms.

He sought only immortality.

A necromancer,

one who toyed with flesh and souls, even modifying their own to become undead and unkillable.

"Let's begin."

Orochimaru didn't hesitate. He activated the class artifact.

A torrent of pitch-black smoke surged into his body and soul. The pain was so intense he couldn't help but scream.

When it finally ended,

he lay collapsed on the ground, his entire body wrapped in slime-like flesh—

like a demon crawling from the abyss.

He stood.

Picked up the necromancer's staff dropped by the goblin zombie.

Glancing at the massive corpse, he sneered,

"What a foolish creature—to fuse with that filthy flesh."

His mind filled with new knowledge.

The stronger the life force and soul used, the stronger the resulting undead.

From the inscriptions on the class tablet, he even learned of dragons—

terrifying beings from other worlds with lifespans of tens of thousands of years and enough power to destroy nations.

He quickly logged into the game and appeared in the newbie village. He opened the in-game shop with excitement.

"Just as the merchant said, I can only see high-level items once my level is high enough?"

He scrolled through the shop. No dragon corpses.

Only drakes—beasts tainted by dragon blood, or monsters with diluted dragon heritage.

Even the cheapest one cost 200,000 reward points—far beyond his current means.

"These goblins mustn't go to waste."

Orochimaru opened his inventory and retrieved the bones and body parts of the goblins he had slain.

Waves of dark purple energy surged forth from his hand.

It was his first necromancer skill: Bone Resurrection.

A sinister spell that consumed flesh to summon soldiers.

Goblin bones and blood fused together to form a two-meter-tall crimson-skinned goblin.

Very similar in appearance to those created in the trial.

Orochimaru smirked at himself. "I was just mocking them, and now my strength is about the same."

He had purchased the Ghoul bloodline.

Though a basic bloodline, it granted natural affinity for death magic and bonus effects to related spells.

So while the summoned goblin resembled those from the trial, it was much stronger.

That's why bloodlines cost so much.

According to Fang Yi's game design, most players would only consider buying a bloodline after hitting a growth bottleneck.

But Orochimaru, obsessed with immortality, bought one right from the start.

[Experience Capsule Purchased]

[Skill Mastery Capsule Purchased]

Loaded with funds, Orochimaru bought a mountain of consumables from the store.

His Bone Resurrection skill hit level 5 in no time.

Class skills could be brought into the real world without needing authentication.

But summoned entities could not.

Even if Orochimaru bought flesh and bones from the store and used his skills to create undead,

they would remain in-game constructs.

Fang Yi would never allow such an exploit.

[Authentication Scroll Purchased!]

Orochimaru didn't hesitate. He used the scroll to authorize his crimson goblin for the real world.

After finishing all this, he finally stirred awake.

"Orochimaru-sama!"

The Sound Four dropped to their knees, afraid to even look directly at him.

In the short time he was unconscious,

he had undergone a complete transformation.

He now radiated a cold, deathly aura.

If he'd once been a venomous snake,

he now resembled a revenant from the abyss.

Orochimaru rasped, "Stand. Thank you for keeping watch."

Though he said that,

he had activated a protective capsule as soon as he finished the trial—just in case someone tried anything.

He trusted no one. Not even Kimimaro. Certainly not the Sound Four.

Having tasted the power of the game, Orochimaru changed his plan.

He licked his lips and ordered,

"Tayuya, send a coded message to our spies in Konoha. The plan has changed."

He needed money.

A lot of it.

To keep buying flesh.

To create powerful undead.

To bring his ghoul bloodline into the real world.

And to pay for future items.

He now regretted selling Otogakure for a mere 50,000 reward points.

He should've kept the village, let it generate income slowly, like a well-managed investment.

Still, it didn't matter. Konoha was big enough.

Tayuya inscribed a series of encrypted runes onto her summoning beast, which vanished in a puff of smoke.

Otogakure owed its creation in part to Danzo.

They were still in secret contact.

Danzo had always used Orochimaru for his own gains.

This time, Orochimaru would use Danzo—

to realize his own ambitions.

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