Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

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“Well, what a beautiful sight.” Helga sighed in relief, breathing the fresh air.

“There’s even wind in here…” Sighed Blackard. “We stayed here too little due to the dangers, but now I don’t see any monster at all anywhere. And the air became way fresher and the wind’s strong too. It is a beautiful place!”

“These types of grasslands are only at the north of the continent, the south where we live its just snow and more snow.”

“Yeah, this place’s like out of our dreams!”

“None of the other dungeons in the main mountain got ecosystems like these at all, they’re all labyrinth-type or cave-type. Sometimes filled with lava or mushroom forests, those ones is where we get most of our edible shrooms.”

Huh, so the Dwarven country really depends on a lot in the series of small dungeons they’ve got in their country. They even harvest a vast majority of their meat, tubers, and shrooms from farms they made inside dungeons and also from hunting, of course.

The thing they naturally lack the most is obviously vegetables, fruits, seeds, and well, more tubers are never too much. Those are all essential for their health, the more they have the healthier and more energetic their population will eventually become.

Meat and shrooms is okay I guess; they had lived like this for very long and they burn calories a lot doing all their hard work. However, they need more food too, their population is multiplying too fast, what they got for production is not enough, they had been buying stuff too much and want “independence” although they’ll still be buying my food.

“Alright, I guess the plains are well cleansed.” I said. “Here is a detailed map I made of the entire first floor.”

I quickly brought out an entire camp from my Inventory, tables, seats, and many other things I quickly put all around, some jars were filled with seeds we brought from the dwarven nation which Ruby secured for us, they were very expensive and she spent a literal eye out of her face to get them all, but this is a good investment for the future. These seeds will bring endless more seeds and veggies.

“Woah you really mapped everything!” Blackard said.

“How did you do this?” Wondered Helga.

“I used my Automatic Mental Mapping Skill and my authority as the Dungeon Master, but keep that a secret alright?” I asked nicely. “Now, we are currently here. This place will become our camp, we could even potentially build a whole village here eventually where we can leave people to live here if they want to work in the fields. But for now we’ll make my Undead do most of the work. Don’t worry, they’re well cleansed and thanks to my magic, they’re not rotting either.”

“Undead are going to do the farming…”

“Well that’s certainly something I didn’t thought about.”

“A necromancer really has many insane advantages!”

“However that doesn’t mean any of you are slacking off. Undead, the majority of them, are dumb. So they cannot do anything complex. And they’ll need instructors to teach them the ways and guide them. We’ll first prepare the soil and take away the grass from certain areas, and then we’ll plant the seeds one the soil is rich enough, watering and tending the plants will be the Undead’s job, and eventually also shaping the soil and tearing away the annoying grass.” I said with a nod. “Alright?”

“Alright!”

“Then let’s get to it!”

I quickly used my Pickaxe to hit the soil in the designed areas. Everyone else started using normal farming tools, mostly shovels and the like, but my pickaxe was enough for me! Using it, I easily tore through the surface of the grasslands, slicing away enormous mats of grass stuck to the soil below as if they were carpets, one by one.

The dwarves were doing a good job as well, they were accustomed to use their strength to smack ores with their pickaxes for hours to no end, so it wasn’t that tiring to plow the land and do what I told them to do. Slowly, as the hours went by, we continued doing it and doing it, and as the undead watched me do it, they quickly began absorbing all information, the movements, the techniques, everything.

Skeletons (which look cleaner than zombies, so I decided to use these guys instead of zombies) quickly learned the ways, as I used my Soul Grimoire to build several farming tools out of the many bones I had in my possession inside my inventory, they were already a million bones, so I had materials to spare!

This was a Death Attribute Spell combining the power of the Soul Grimoire’s Undead Creation Abilities with their Recipe, Bone Weapon Creation! I could shape the weapons to whatever I imagined using the bones, and if I wanted to make them stronger, I simply had to add Phantasmal Crystals, which are made by crystalizing my phantasmal essence, something easy to do as well without any cost except a bit of MP.

POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF!

A variety of farming tools made of bones imbued with phantasmal souls, which were Undead of their own quickly began appearing one after the other, the fusion of several techniques bringing this amazing new utility ability!

The skeletons quickly marched, grabbing their farming tools. Most of the were not even humanoid-looking, there were mostly all monster or chimera-like. Some of them were just bear skeletons with hands attached to their shoulders. However, the bandit haul we got back then gave me over a hundred human bodies so I made sure to make their bones into useful hand-having skeletons too.

Ding!

[You learned the [Bone Weapon and Armor Creation: Lv1] Magic Skill!]

Wait what?! I got that…? Well, that’s nice. I guess that Spell came so naturally from me that it was inscribed into my Soul Grimoire into a Skill just as easy!

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