I Became The Academy Necromancer
Chapter 393: Side Story - Games

Recently, the temples in Graypond had been bustling for various reasons.

Owen’s trials to become a Soul Whisperer, and the selection of the next Archmage were both major events that overlapped.

However, more than that, it was because of the entities that had begun to coil in the deepest and darkest parts of the temples.

Some, like Demeter, had blended into human society, running flower shops and living among mortals. But others still couldn’t break old habits and continued to rule over humans.

“Hmm.”

One of the most prominent examples was Robelisk, the God of Giants.

Though he currently appeared as a massive man standing just over two meters tall, in truth, his real form was as large as a three-story building.

He was sitting on the divine throne crafted for him by the bishops, resting his chin on his fist.

“Are you sure about this? Considering his personality, he’s likely to come after you first.”

Standing before Robelisk was another god—Wing, the God of Wings and Wind. At his question, Robelisk let out a sigh.

“And what exactly do you expect me to do about it?”

“Are you serious? We’ve all experienced his power firsthand.”

Wing scoffed, baffled, but Robelisk was displeased by his reaction and slammed his fist against the divine throne.

“And? What the hell do you expect me to do? Are you telling me to prepare to flee like the other cowards?”

“Sigh… That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Huff, foolish creatures. I do not consider those ignorant fools, who have lost even their own identity just because they came to this continent, to be gods equal to me.”

When the gods descended to the continent, they had no choice but to relinquish some of their divinity.

It wasn’t something they were forced into, nor was it something they wanted—it was simply the natural order of things.

Having once looked down on the continent from up above the sky, now they walked its lands on their own two feet, living alongside humans. Naturally, their once-absolute status began to wane.

Among them, the God of Giants, Robelisk, was one of the few who had not lost his sense of self.

Ever lofty and arrogant.

Robelisk firmly believed that those who bore the title of ‘god’ must maintain their dignity and nobility.

“But danger is still danger. We no longer live as mere observers, like before.”

However, Wing thought differently.

Now that they had descended to this land, he believed they had to adapt accordingly. He no longer wanted to live as a passive bystander; he wanted to engage with reality.

But, of course, such thoughts never reached the gigantic figure of Robelisk.

“That is why I no longer consider you gods.”

The giant’s resolve was unwavering.

He had no intention of halting his plan to forcibly collect money from bishops and his followers to construct his own statue.

“Huff… You haven’t forgotten that Raizel lost to him, have you?”

In the end, Wing brought up the name of a being that was considered taboo even among gods.

Raizel, the god of lightning and clouds.

He had been hailed as the strongest warrior among the gods, yet he lost to Kim Shinwoo when he was Deus.

Of course, Deus had also suffered severe damage in that battle.

“Hmph.”

Yet, the fact that a mere human had defeated the so-called strongest god was certainly a remarkable feat.

Even Robelisk himself acknowledged that he could not defeat Raizel in a direct fight.

However, unlike the other gods, Robelisk was rather skeptical about the outcome.

“That victory was only possible because, as a necromancer, he wielded every soul that had ever slumbered across the continent.”

In other words, it had taken the combined weight of billions of souls just to defeat a single god.

That statement wasn’t entirely wrong.

If Deus had faced Raizel alone, the battle wouldn’t have even been a contest—the difference in sheer power was far too great.

The god who rode the clouds and struck with lightning had easily taken down powerful figures such as the Royal Knight Commander and the Mage Tribunal Judge.

“Does he still have those souls now?”

At most, he was accompanied by a necromancer and a former Saintess who had become something close to a deity.

“A billion souls must have been enough to crush even a god. I offer my condolences to Raizer—at least he was the one to prove that even insects, when gathered in numbers, can pose a threat.”

“Robelisk.”

“Enough, Wing. I only tolerate you out of old sentiments, but I do not particularly like you.”

If it had been a goddess like Demeter, who now ran a flower shop, standing before him, his massive fist would have crushed her without hesitation.

“I once turned a blind eye to his act of playing god, acknowledging the enormity of his feat—twisting fate itself with a mortal body. But I will not overlook anything beyond this.”

“The gods who were active in Clarkwork, and even Demon Lord Lordron, were ultimately powerless against him. He’s not someone to be underestimated.”

“Do not make a fuss over a few minor deities and a demon being dealt with.”

“…”

Realizing that there was no further point in the discussion, Wing could only sigh and leave.

Robelisk closed his eyes once more. It was as if he was more than ready, even if Kim Shinwoo were to come for him at any moment.

“W-Wait a moment!”

However, another disturbance disrupted the god’s slumber.

“You cannot enter like this!”

Step, step.

“Even if you are a princess, this is unacceptable!”

“Do you intend to repeat the mistakes of the traitor Deus from the past?”

Step, step.

The cries of the bishops who served him rang out like screams. Their inability to stop the approaching footsteps was simply frustrating.

In the end, the man stepped into the deepest chamber of the giant’s temple.

As the open doors allowed light to flood in, the towering statues of Robelisk, which had been hidden in darkness, were revealed.

“The unauthorized construction of religious statues without royal approval is prohibited by law.”

The man’s voice was brimming with composure, and that alone was enough to grate on Robelisk’s nerves.

How dare he enter the god’s chamber, uninvited, with his shoes still on, and yet show not even a hint of fear?

And to make matters worse, he had the audacity to cite human laws to a god.

“Do not expect mercy.”

Rising from his throne, Robelisk began returning to his true form.

He intended to shatter the temple itself, to teach the humans of Graypond a lesson in divine wrath.

He would show them just how massive the snowball of disaster Kim Shinwoo had started had grown and how it was now about to bury all of Graypond.

“…!”

But as Robelisk rose to his full height, his knees buckled. Though his body continued growing, an overwhelming force bore down from above, forcing his spine to curl like a frightened child.

“W-what is this?!”

Unable to comprehend his own predicament, Robelisk let out a groan of disbelief.

But even as his voice trembled with resentment, Kim Shinwoo’s footsteps did not stop.

Before he knew it—

He realized that he had prostrated himself before Kim Shinwoo in his true form, and he writhed and struggled against it.

“The royal family regulates the number of religious statues within the city to maintain its appearance, control excessive proselytizing, and prevent conflicts between faiths.”

With his forehead pressed to the floor, he had no choice but to listen as if he were receiving a sermon.

The bishops who had followed behind Kim Shinwoo wore expressions of utter disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.

Damn it!

He wanted to scream at his bishops to look away, but all that escaped his throat was a bitter sigh.

In the end—

“It seems you must take responsibility for this matter. What will you do?”

The sheer weight of the voice constricted his entire being. His mistake had been assuming that the man before him was merely human.

Only now did Robelisk realize who the truly arrogant one had been.

“If you wish to object, I will listen.”

“…!”

He said he would listen, but Robelisk was not foolish enough to misunderstand the threat.

If he refused the offer now, it was clear he would be annihilated.

“D-do…”

The god once known as the Giant bowed his head.

”As you wish.“

***

I knew that if I took care of a few key figures, the rest of the gods would fall into place on their own.

Well, that said, I couldn’t just erase them all in an instant—they were only just beginning to enjoy their newfound freedom.

They would have to find a way to compensate for the damage they had caused.

“What a shame.”

Aria, who had accompanied me on my rounds through the temple until late in the evening, clicked her tongue and fidgeted with her hands as she muttered.

“I thought I’d finally get to swing my sword again.”

It seemed the former hero was itching for a fight, likely bored out of her mind with academy life.

“She’s completely reckless, you know? Sometimes she just charges at me, asking to spar… seriously….”

Eleanor pursed her lips, grumbling as if she had been dragged around by Aria one too many times.

Just moments ago, they had gone through five temples, forcing gods to kneel, intimidating them, and reclaiming the wealth that had been extorted from their followers.

Of course, all of this was done somewhat legally, thanks to Eleanor’s status as a princess.

For the bishops, it must have been a clear demonstration that the royal family held authority even above the gods.

“So, what now?”

“Yeah, what do we do now?”

The two girls, who had been so excited when they started, now found themselves disappointed that there was nothing left to do.

Seeing them like that was amusing, but at the same time, I understood how they felt.

I wanted to reward their efforts and show my appreciation for their help today.

However, the only places open late in this world were mostly taverns.

“Want to come hang out in my room? You can play with the others there.”

Findenai and the Dark Spiritualist were probably of similar mental age to them, and with Stella’s talent for entertaining kids, they’d be in good hands.

“…Huh?”

“Uh…?”

The two girls stared at me, dumbfounded, as if my suggestion had shocked them.

Come to think of it, I had dragged them around without even feeding them dinner.

“We could order room service, but… personally, I think it’d be more fun to borrow the royal kitchen and make some late-night snacks.”

“Y-You’re going to cook for us?!”

I nodded in response to Aria’s question.

“Yeah, I promised I’d make you guys some dishes from my homeland last time, remember?”

At my words, the two of them lit up with excitement, bouncing on their feet.

“L-Let’s go, let’s go! Hurry up!”

“Woohoo! We’re staying up all night! I’ll bring some games, so let’s play together!”

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