My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death

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Ding! ​​

[Your Level has increased to Level 27!]

[Skill Bonus Proficiency Earned]

[App Points Bonus Earned]

[The Levels of some Skills have increased!]

"I leveled again…" thought Frank, as he was suddenly interrupted by his subordinates.

"My lord, will we be replaced now?" asked Nezhit rather saddened.

"It was a brief time as my lord's servant, but it was worthwhile," sighed Zero.

"What? Stop talking stupid things… You two are not getting replaced! You're special Undead, not the same as these guys," said Frank, pointing at the goofy Giant Goblin Warrior.

"Grah…" groaned the Goblin Warrior Zombie, waving his hand politely, as it fell off his wrist, which he quickly took back and reattached it.

"Wait… So Nezhit and Zero are Undead?!" asked Grandwing in surprise.

"Yeah, they are Undead too, and can talk like normal people too," said Frank.

"Nezhit-san is very gentle!" said Annabelle.

"So the strange presence that both of them exuded was because they were Undead…" said Melodia in surprise.

"But Master, you have such a big army now, in what can we be useful?" asked Nezhit.

"Well, both of you are several times stronger than a single soldier, I will make you the Generals of the Undead Army," said Frank.

"Generals…?" asked Nezhit, his lifeless eyes seemed to gleam with inspiration.

"Generals? Us?" asked Zero.

"Yes, my lord! I shall become your Undead General! Leave them to me!" said Nezhit.

Ding!

[Nezhit] has been granted the [First Undead General of the Army of the Death] Title!]

"Eh? Well, this is new… I can give Titles to my subordinates?" wondered Frank.

"Very well, I shall become the general of your army as well, my lord," said Zero while nodding, she had understood her new role and had accepted Frank's proposal.

Ding!

[Zero] has been granted the [Second Undead General of the Army of the Death] Title!]

"What do these Titles even do?" wondered Frank, checking them with Inspect.

[First Undead General of the Army of the Death]

A title bestowed by the Necromancer of an army of Undead towards a strong Undead fitting of the role of a General, it grants the wielder a strong authority over the Undead Army they control.

Furthermore, the Title enhances the wielder's stats and growth speed.

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Zero's Title also held the same effect, and it seemed to not bring any new Skill, but the effect by itself was very good.

It could let them truly be respected and obeyed by the Undead Army they managed, and it even gave them more stats and increased their growth speed as a plus!

With such Titles and their recent level-ups, Nezhit and Zero were now as strong as a Rank 2 Magus!

The two Undead quickly noticed that they acquired a new Title, and felt even more grateful to Frank.

"A Title! I am really… The first undead general! Thank you, my lord! I shall not disappoint you!" said Nezhit.

"And I am the second undead general… I will live- or die to your expectations, my lord," said Zero.

"Frank is truly… filled with surprises. My common sense has been shattered several times already," said Grandwing.

"The only way to cope with this is to completely throw away your common sense, Grandwing," sighed Gwendolyn.

"I-I see… I shall… think about it," said Grandwing.

After the party had a quick break where they filled their stomachs, Frank quickly gathered everyone around a table, where they began to plan their next move.

"After having eliminated two armies of Goblins, I can see through my Overseeing Light Eye that the Goblins are now gathering back into a larger army, it seems that the Goblin king saw what happened here somehow, and now has thought that it would be ideal to crush us with everything he has at the moment… He will most likely be present to lead his Undead even more, and the Goblin Champion might be camouflaged within the army…" said Frank.

"We have to charge back at them and surprise them before they completely regroup!" said Gwendolyn.

"Indeed… Although I can increase the power of our army as we advance, I think we still need more…" said Frank.

"More… soldiers?" asked Grandwing.

"And where are you getting more?" asked Melodia.

"Well, this whole time I have been saving the corpses of all the Goblins we have killed so far…" said Frank.

"Oh!" said Gwendolyn.

"That's right! If you raise them all back into Undead… our Army will grow a few hundred more!" said Cathyl.

"Amazing… To think that you even have… Spatial Storage Magic…" said Grandwing as his last bit of common sense shattered into pieces.

"So that's why you guys were taking some time to catch up with us, you were gathering the corpses…" said Melodia.

"I guess doing that will bring us some advantage now, take them out!" said Vheslia.

"Alright, make some space!" said Frank, as he began to take out the hundreds of Goblin Corpses, amounting to over 300!

His current army had around 560 Undead, but against the gigantic Army that the Goblin King had, it paled in comparison!

He needed more! At least these 300 would be a good enough addition.

However, Frank began to think that simply raising them as Undead would be not as intelligent.

If he had the power to fuse corpses and souls into stronger Undead, wouldn't it be better if he combined them into stronger ones?

Although his army would become fewer, the individual strength of each Undead would increase, and they would not simply die out so easily!

"We have some time before they fully gather… Undead Fusion, Undead Transformation!" said Frank, conjuring his two favorite spells as he began to fuse corpses alongside several souls, generating stronger versions of Undead.

Stronger, burlier Goblin Warriors appeared, covered in bone armor, and even having several arms, and Goblin Mages possessing several heads to conjure even faster, and even Goblin Giant Zombies, made up of five Goblin Warriors alongside a few Goblin Mages, making them both incredibly physical fighters and versatile magicians!

After Frank finished fusing, only 500 Undead were left, but most of them were now even stronger than before!

"So you can even do such a thing… Frank, are you sure you're not a God?" asked Grandwing.

"I am sure I am not a God… If I were… I would have never let that happen to me and Kamei…" said Frank with a mild smile, remembering what had happened back on Earth.

Grandwing noticed a certain sorrow within Frank's eyes, and he decided to not ask further questions regarding such an event that Frank seemed to recall.

"Anyways, now that we are done with, let's advanced immediately, we cannot waste any more time," said Frank, as the rest of the group and the Storm Chasers nodded in agreement, packing things up, the army of Undead led by Nezhit, Zero, and Frank, marched forward through the large and intricate corridors of the Dungeon, getting deeper into the abyssal underground nest.

Meanwhile, within the depths of the Dungeon, the Goblin King ordered his army to regroup, as giant Goblin Warriors distributed equipment and weapons.

But where could he had found any of such equipment and weapons?

After all, there was no blacksmith within the Goblins, nor a crafter, nor any of the sort!

The Goblins grabbed their new and enhanced equipment, replacing their old items and equipment, and walking away, regrouping with their kin and being ordered by specialized Goblin Generals.

The Goblin King rubbed his chin, thinking about what more he could do.

He had been granted all this power not to die today.

He had seen through his Clairvoyance Spell the power that Frank had, the power to raise the dead.

Although he was surprised, he knew that there was a way to win.

Simply put, he needed to overpower him with even more numbers!

It was a very primitive thought, but as he was not a person but a monster with a little bit more intelligence than his peers, it was not as if he could come out with genius ideas.

However, whenever he had an idea in mind, he immediately began to do everything in his power to get it done as best as possible.

The Goblin King still remembered how he lived his life, barely surviving through the Dungeon, evading the dangerous Adventurers, and letting his kin die instead of him.

Somehow, he had grown a bit… a little bit more intelligent and cunning than the rest.

Through his cunningness, he gathered a small army of Goblins and slowly built up a little battalion.

Waiting for these damned Adventurers, he slew them one by one, discovering their precious equipment, weapons, potions, and the delicious flesh they had, alongside the delicacy within their chests… Mana Cores.

By consuming such strong Mana Cores, he was able to grow stronger, his magic increased, and even his intelligence became sharper!

Even more than by eating the measly Mana Cores of his peers that did not give him any more power after eating a dozen of them, he needed something of higher quality, and the Mana Core of the Adventurers that came to slaughter his kin were perfect!

Through the months, he slowly killed more, making them seem like normal casualties.

It even felt like it might be about to grow into a greater being…

However, when it finally reached that point, something within the depths of the Dungeon awakened, a sphere of darkness and crimson colors emerged from within the abyss of this place, and it called upon him, the chosen one.

This sphere gave him the power he needed to not only evolve but to lead his army even better, to give them the power they could only dream of having!

He embraced the divine power, as if he were the chosen one by an evil god, and evolved into a Goblin King!

Choosing his strongest lackey, he let him evolve into a Goblin Champion, his right hand!

And now that he had gone so far, he could not possibly lose!

Whatever Frank or his companions were, he was going to kill them, and devour their Mana Cores!

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