Actually, resurrecting 50,000 True Blood vampires into formal undead with intact intelligence and specs was a task that accompanied tremendous effort and materials.
Nevertheless, there was a reason Kim Minwoo went out of his way to revive them perfectly.
The first reason was to secure top-grade meat shields for the third effect of the belt, the Imputation of Death.
[Effect 3. Imputation of Death — When the wearer takes fatal damage, 100% of the damage can be imputed to the undead horde inside the subspace to destroy them. (Cooldown: 1 Day)]
At first glance, it looked like a near-invincible fraudulent effect.
However, there was a trap.
What if the imputed damage exceeded the limit that the undead in the subspace could handle?
The excess amount would be returned intact to the wearer themselves.
In short, to utilize the belt as a true insurance for immortality, it meant he had to stockpile undead with massive health pools inside it like a mountain.
That way, no matter what fatal blow flew in, he could cleanly pass it off.
'In that sense, vampires are truly great.'
Vampires were a race notorious for their thick health pools and tenacious life force to begin with. Let alone if they were the True Blood clan, the highest-ranking bloodline among them.
If he revived them with intact specs and filled the belt with them, it was equivalent to Kim Minwoo's maximum health for his life stacks increasing exponentially.
The second reason was the completion of a top-grade potion factory that never dried up.
The True Blood clan basically possessed a fraudulent regenerative power called the origin of blood.
'Meaning they recover quickly even if blood is drawn.'
Of course, the ecological limits of vampires are clear.
If blood is drawn ignorantly and their stamina evaporates, they would shrivel up like mummies and could only recover by procuring blood from the outside.
But would the noble bodies of the True Blood clan drink just any blood?
Not a chance.
'Even their tastes are aristocratic.'
Muddy blood from lower-tier monsters wouldn't even bring the color back to their fingertips. It had to be at least the concentrated magic power blood of an upper-tier demonic beast or high-quality blood equivalent to it for them to recover as much as they sucked in.
In other words, to properly utilize a single True Blood vampire, it meant an equivalent amount of high-quality blood had to be poured in endlessly.
That meant it was all resources.
"But I don't have maintenance costs, do I?"
It was all because of the belt's effect.
[Effect 2. When storing undead inside the Belt of the Supreme Sovereign of Death, mana consumption is permanently maintained at 0, and health and mana gradually recover automatically.]
This fraudulent ruling of the belt chewed up even the biological limits of vampires through the system.
Take them outside and drain their blood to the limit.
Shove the vampires panting from a lack of blood into the belt's subspace.
Then the belt would automatically restore them to full health vibrantly for free without taking a single drop of blood.
The only thing invested was time.
'On top of that, they are perfect for labor and as materials for test subjects.'
Just keeping them alive guaranteed they could unconditionally pull their weight.
It might even be possible to create a special medic unit that recovers the undead legion using vampire blood, just like undead priests.
That was why.
The reason he intended to revive the True Blood clan.
Kim Minwoo smoothly pulled up the estimate required for the Return of the Dead.
[Target: 50,000 True Blood entities and 2 Lord-class entities]
[Magic stones and alchemy materials required for Return of the Dead: 300,000 Top-grade Magic Stones. 5,000 bottles of Soul Dust. 1,000 liters of World Tree Sap…….]
'Filthy expensive.'
The materials listed endlessly.
Supplying all this would break his back.
"Then I have to find one. A sponsor."
Kim Minwoo's gaze headed toward the main base of the Eastern Witch Coven beyond the dimension.
The Dragon Legion and Arcaia, who had come to smash the main base of the Witch Coven.
Of course, considering a figure like Ananke had intended to take on the Dragon Legion head-on, that side must have hidden a move of their own as well.
However, one fact was clear.This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
Because he had blocked them, the Witch Coven was able to let this disaster pass without hurting even the tip of a fingernail.
Wasn't it basic business ethics to pay the appropriate mercenary fees and rescue allowances?
"Help me. Witch-a-mon."
Hand over all the materials.
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The main base of the Eastern Witch Coven.
The office of the Grand Witch Ananke.
"……What? Are you seriously saying that right now?!"
Ananke slammed her dragon bone staff onto the floor with a kwang and let out an astonished scream.
In front of her, Kim Minwoo, who had come up piercing through the dimension, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking very brazen and confident as if he had just come to borrow a rice bowl from the neighbor.
"Oh my, Grand Witch. Why are you so worked up? Did I ask you to sell out a country or something? I just asked you to sponsor some materials."
"Are 300,000 top-grade magic stones and 1,000 liters of World Tree sap the price of a pack of gum at a neighborhood supermarket?! Are you planning to completely rob the national treasury our Witch Coven has scraped together over hundreds of years?!"
Ananke shouted maliciously while her scorched monocle trembled.
It was understandable, for the amount on the bill Kim Minwoo had thrust at her was enough to instantly stagger even the Eastern Witch Coven, which had maintained its prosperity for thousands of years.
However, Kim Minwoo leisurely took a sip of the black tea placed on the table, set the teacup down with a tak, and responded calmly.
"Ah, is that so? That's a shame. It's a very cheap asking price for a mercenary fee."
"……Keueuk."
"And think about it carefully, Grand Witch. The Dragon Lord and I are in a relationship where it only ends if one of us dies anyway."
Tapping the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, Kim Minwoo continued.
"On top of that, if we can't stop the Outer God? Then it's an annihilation ending for everyone, Witch Coven or not. Do you want to see the entire main base turn into ashes just to save 300,000 magic stones?"
"……."
"So invest. Into a blue-chip stock like me."
Kim Minwoo curled up the corners of his mouth.
"If you're a smart investor, isn't this the time to go all-in on buying the dip?"
How could a guy with so much debt be this confident?
But originally, when debt exceeds a certain level, the positions of the creditor and the debtor are bound to flip.
Kim Minwoo was in exactly that position right now.
"……."
Ananke firmly pressed her temples. Then, with a deep sigh, she set down her staff.
"……Wait a bit. I'll take them out from the warehouse."
It was the voice of someone who had lost.
Kim Minwoo smiled brightly.
"Thank you. I will win it back and repay you."
Watching Ananke shed tears of blood as she declared the opening of the national treasury, Kim Minwoo smiled broadly and clapped his hands.
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An hour later. The massive training ground of the Witch Coven.
Atop the vast ground, the astronomical value of magic stones and alchemy materials that Ananke had scraped together and coughed up were piled up like a mountain.
The witches were watching the training ground with pale faces, facing the crisis of the rare materials they had dedicated their lives to collecting evaporating in an instant.
Kim Minwoo stood tall in the middle of that mountain of materials.
As he tapped the Belt of the Supreme Sovereign of Death with a tuk, the subspace opened, and the stiffly hardened legion of 50,000 True Blood vampires, along with Duke Raiel and Count Camillos, poured down onto the floor.
Corpses standing upright like empty tin cans without intelligence or ego.
Kim Minwoo slammed Hell Rhapsody onto the floor with a kwang.
[Deploying the skill, Return of the Dead!]
Paaaaaaat—!
A massive magic circle that stretched out from beneath Kim Minwoo's feet surrounded the 50,000 True Blood vampires without a single gap.
At the same time, the mountain of magic stones and World Tree sap donated by the Witch Coven decomposed into particles of light and covered the bodies of the True Blood clan like a tsunami.
As the death magic power of a Higher God and the astronomical materials fused, the souls of the vampires that had been empty like tin cans were forcibly reconstructed.Enjoying the story? Read on at NovelPing.
Color returned to their shriveled skin, and their stopped hearts began to beat roughly.
The massive life force and seasoned fighting spirit from when they were alive.
And the creepy moment when their higher intelligence perfectly returned to their physical bodies.
"Keu, keuhak……! Eueueuk!"
The first to flash their two eyes open and regain their reason were the rulers of the True Blood clan, Count Camillos and Duke Raiel. Their arrogant and sharp intelligence from life was restored in their murky pupils.
Duke Raiel's bloodshot eyes rolled around deruk-deruk. The very first thing he looked for was the figure of the monarch they revered and loved so much, the Vampire Queen Olivia.
However, her figure was nowhere to be seen in his immediate vision.
Instead, only a human man wearing a pitch-black coat was standing, arrogantly looking down at them.
'To think such a weak human bastard dares to order our great Queen around as a subordinate……!'
Deep within Duke Raiel's soul, thick jealousy and displeasure boiled up.
Rejoicing in the fact that he had regained his intact power from when he was alive again, he harbored an impure delusion for a split second.
'If it's now……!'
Couldn't he target the blind spot of this arrogant human Necromancer and tear out his throat, or if that didn't work, at least pierce through this encirclement and escape?
The moment he read the room and concentrated explosive magic power into his lower body muscles to kick off the ground and leap at any moment.
Girik, kkik—!
"……Uh, eoeo?"
Duke Raiel's two legs hardened on the floor like wooden logs.
The muscles he had put all his strength into to leap completely ignored the commands of his head and declared a strike.
The causality of Return of the Dead.
The absolute rule of [Special Trait: The Born] engraved deep into their bones, stating that they could not harm the creator who directly revived them or run away against his will, had activated.
"Where are you trying to run to."
Kim Minwoo gestured with his chin lowly while resting Hell Rhapsody on his shoulder with a tuk.
His gaze coolly nailed into Duke Raiel, who had been trying to rebel.
"Kneel."
At that single word.
Kwadangtang!
"Keueuk……!"
The massive bodies of Duke Raiel and Count Camillos plummeted to the floor like marionettes with cut strings, completely independent of their own will, and smashed their foreheads onto the tip of Kim Minwoo's toes.
There wasn't even a moment to resist.
The fact that their bodies had been reduced to machines that absolutely obeyed only a single word from that man miserably and violently crushed the egos of the vampire bosses who had harbored arrogance until just a moment ago.
"The promise to spare you, I kept it."
Kim Minwoo spat out dryly while looking down at the heads of the guys smashed onto the floor.
That promise he made in the past when sweeping them up in the Blood Swamp, stating he would revive them with intact specs later on.
Kim Minwoo had poured in the death magic power of a Higher God and astronomical materials to perfectly fulfill that contract.
"We greet…… our Lord……!"
Eventually realizing the shackles of perfect obedience, the two boss monsters spat out an oath of loyalty toward Kim Minwoo while prostrating.
Following them, the 50,000 True Blood elite soldiers who had regained their reason also simultaneously knelt and shook the earth.
'Our clan has been completely captured whole.'
Thick despair settled in Duke Raiel's chest.
"My. Now that your brains are recovered, you all look quite presentable."
Clenching and opening his fist satisfyingly, Kim Minwoo scanned the lined-up True Blood clan.
"I spent an ignorantly large amount of money to fix your bodies up perfectly fine, you know?"
Tapping the floor with the tip of Hell Rhapsody's blade with a tuk-tuk, Kim Minwoo smiled refreshingly like a devil.
"So I need to recoup my investment a bit. Do you like donating blood?"
"……Yes?"
The complexions of Duke Raiel and Camillos turned pure white like a blank sheet of paper.