Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

'Necromancer.' At first, this profession of controlling the dead made him uneasy. Plus, the idea that he would have to survive in the afterlife like in his past life also repelled him.

"But it's not bad. No, it's good." But 7 years was enough to change his mind. He spent his childhood eating meals prepared by skeletons and playing with them.

In addition, he received private tutoring from vampires, and now he felt that the dead were more friendly than humans. 'You can't say that they are all bad people.' Fortunately, in this world, necromancers are not all considered bad people.

As long as you don't commit crimes and obey the laws of the kingdom, you can be called a hero. Charlotte Ingmar is living proof of this. "This is an opportunity." Living in this dangerous world, isn't it a great fortune to be the heir to the strongest?

"Yes! Father! I want to be like you!" Cardin thought briefly and replied with an innocent smile. 'This little guy...' Charlotte looked into Cardin's eyes and swallowed a chuckle.

This was not something he said casually to get praise. This was the look of a person with a firm determination. Such a look was in the eyes of a child who was only 7 years old. 'The qualifications are sufficient.' Although it was not certain whether Cardin had the talent required to become a necromancer. But he believed that the qualifications to become the successor were sufficient.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have talent. Talent is something that can be developed if you cultivate it." He was eager to start teaching as soon as possible and wanted to see how Cardin grew.

How far will Cardan grow? What kind of necromancer will he become? 'Will he become a disaster or a hero?' It's really curious.

Charlotte put her hand on Cardin's little head with a meaningful smile. "Cardan Ingmar." "Yes! Father!" "From today on, you officially become the heir of Charlotte Ingmar and a necromancer."

10 years have passed. "Will hell be more comfortable?" Cardin collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Although his face still looks young, if you only look at his well-proportioned body, he looks quite masculine.

"The past 10 years seem to be more difficult than the 34 years in my previous life?" Cardin smiled bitterly as he reviewed the past 10 years. He became the heir at the age of 7. He began to study with books every day and accepted Charlotte's necromancer lessons.

Charlotte's private lessons and extracurricular activities with vampires are also continuing. "That was great. It's still fun to look at the Monster Manual." One of his regrets in his previous life was studying, so he finds learning something and accumulating knowledge interesting. In particular, the existence of "monsters" is very interesting to Cardin.

At the age of 8, he created the Heart of Magic and began training to cultivate magic. This was also very interesting. It was an exciting experience to face the new existence called "magic".

At age 9, he began dissecting corpses of various creatures and assembling their bones in order to improve his understanding of the undead.

Then there was when he was 10. "I'll never forget the thrill I felt then." He had awakened the undead for the first time. It was just an unfinished skeleton without arms, but the mere fact that he had succeeded was enough to make him happy.

At the age of 11... "Even lions don't raise their cubs like this." Charlotte believed that survival skills were necessary for a necromancer, so she sent Cardan to an uninhabited island. If he died there, it would be part of his fate.

"An uninhabited island is too much. Just throwing a few bodies and asking me to survive." Since I was moved by teleportation magic, even escaping was impossible. Cardin once worried that he had been abandoned.

Then he woke up the corpse that came to the uninhabited island with him and tried his best to survive. If it weren't for the mental strength of the 34-year-old, he might not have been able to hold on.

At the age of 13, Charlotte showed up and said she missed Cardin, and Cardin could finally go home.

Cardan thought it would be easier now, but from the moment he returned home, a new hell began to unfold. "Or is it a repeated hell?" Necromancer, of course, and architectural theory and craftsman theory that he didn't know why he had to learn. -Don't be discouraged because you have no talent.

Talent is something that can be obtained through hard work. In order to force the creation of insufficient talent, he kept repeating the training. -If you have talent but don't practice, then this talent will rot.

In order to hone the talent he already had, he repeated the same training over and over again.

Just like that, he turned 15. Charlotte said she wanted to demonstrate the power of a necromancer, and secretly brought Cardin to the battlefield.

“It’s really strong.” On the battlefield, he could truly feel the greatness of the Necromancer. Although the situation was not favorable to the Allies, Charlotte’s appearance changed the situation.

"There is no strategy." Human wave tactics. That's all. The overwhelming violence of numbers displayed by the Undead Legion. "This is no different from a mob." Although it is called a legion, it does not have the organized majesty of an army. It is a simple and stupid charge. It looks like watching a war of mobs.

A lot of things changed when I was 16. Vampire's private lessons stopped, and Charlotte accelerated the pace at an astonishing rate. He emphasized the basics, taught the basics for nearly 10 years, and then suddenly began to emphasize theory.

Instead of training necromancers, he taught people how to become necromancers. From then on, Cardan felt the pressure of learning. For him, there was too much to do and the day felt too short.

Just like that, he was 17 years old. Nothing had changed. He had been repeating what he had learned from the basics, studying with Charlotte every day. "I'm still at the basics." It had been 10 years since he became the heir, but Cardin's achievement was only at the two-star level.

Although he started to make rapid progress a year ago, this was only theoretical accumulation. To apply it in practice, more achievements are needed.

He suddenly became curious. Did he really have enough strength to survive in this world now? "I don't know." Cardin seemed to decide not to think about those unsolvable problems. He got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

"Today is a day for physical training." If he could use his experience as a thug in his previous life to some extent, it would help him in life.

Becoming a necromancer does not guarantee survival. "Didn't my father say that too?" Charlotte also admitted that the necromancer's weakness is "close combat". -Don't worry. It's enough to kill the enemies before they get close.

That way there will be no weakness. Cardin thought of Charlotte's words and smiled softly. "If I could be as strong as my father, then maybe I don't know, but with my current ability, close combat is dangerous."

Therefore, Cardin has been working hard to train his body. Even if it is just to escape in an emergency, he has to cultivate strength. "Since I am going to be reborn, I want to live longer."

He didn't want to feel the regret and disappointment of the last moment of his previous life. At least when he died again, he wanted to feel that "I lived well".

Pah! In order to wake up, Cardin slapped his cheek and walked straight to the iron block in the corner. "The lower body is the foundation of everything."

The restaurant at Charlotte Manor. Click, click! The skeleton, with only bones left, was dressed in formal attire and carrying food. Two men were sitting at the table, enjoying the food.

After a leisurely dinner, the teacups were placed on the table. "Father." Cardin was the first to break the silence, calling Charlotte. "Can I become a powerful necromancer like you?"

Although this was a sudden question, Charlotte seemed to have expected it and answered with a smile. "Impossible." A flat answer that did not match the kind smile.

"It is impossible for you or anyone else to become as powerful as me." This is not arrogance but a certainty.

As the greatest necromancer in history, Charlotte, who is known as a living legend, can say such words. "I see."

So instead of disappointment and doubt, Cardan nodded with acceptance and resignation. "If you die and come back to life, maybe it's possible. Surpass me." This is the hollow legend that those who conquer death can become more powerful necromancers.

Cardan had read about it in a book. "Can people be resurrected, father?" "That's true. If they were resurrected, wouldn't they be undead creatures? Would they still be human?" Beyond Charlotte.

No, even becoming as strong as Charlotte sounds impossible. "Cardan." "Yes, father." Charlotte raised her teacup and asked a question. "Why do you want to become stronger?" "To survive." Survive. Charlotte heard the word and nodded with a wry smile. A baby who survived alone in the ruins instinctively lived for survival.

It is still the same until now. "Son." Charlotte put away her bitter smile and looked at Cardin and continued. "The purpose of a strong person should not be to survive. That self-evident purpose will make you comfortable and lazy."

"I understand, father." "Be ambitious." In his previous life, he never really had any ambition. He just lived to survive. Even now after his rebirth, he just lived to survive and did not have any ambition.

"May I ask, father, what kind of ambition did you have to become powerful?" Facing Cardin's question, Charlotte smiled happily and took a sip of tea.

"I've been looking for the City of the Dead." The City of the Dead. It is said to be a city of the dead built by ancient necromancers. "Is this another legendary story?" The place where the knowledge and precious materials of ancient necromancers are located.

For a necromancer, it can be said to be a dream land, a legendary city. "I want to find it, accumulate the knowledge I lack, and grow further. Can it be said to be a desire for knowledge?"

"Doesn't that city exist only in legends?" "I am a living legend, am I not?" There was no way to refute it. Cardin remained silent, and Charlotte chuckled.

"Like you, some people also say this is a ridiculous dream. But I don't think it is an empty dream." "That's not what I meant. I'm sorry."

"Isn't that why I believe in the existence of the City of the Dead? I still believe in it." It was because of that goal that he was able to get to where he is today. Charlotte said this and tilted her teacup again. "Cardan."

"Yes."

"It is not suitable for the strong to take survival as a goal, so become strong enough without the urgent need to survive." "I'll keep it in mind." Now he is just repeating the basics of necromancy endlessly, but one day he will become a necromancer leading an army of undead.

"Ambition." Cardin temporarily imagined his future and raised his teacup. Just then. Boom! There was an explosion somewhere, and the ground shook as if there was an earthquake.

Instinct told him that this was not a natural disaster, but an attack by someone. "Father!" Faced with this sudden situation, Cardin held the dining table tightly and called Charlotte.

However, Charlotte continued to drink her tea leisurely, looking unfazed.

"Father?" "Breakfast was delicious and a pleasure. It was a great time for conversation."

“What do you mean?” Why is he so calm in this situation where he urgently needs to prepare for battle and prepare for the next attack?

"Son, it seems like it's time to leave my protection." "What?" Charlotte put down her teacup and took a ring off her finger. "This ring contains everything you need." A white gold ring inlaid with a deep red gem.

This was one of Charlotte's treasured magical tools. "Take it." His expression was calm and full of regret. "No, why..." Before he could finish his question, there was another explosion, and this time the ceiling of the restaurant collapsed.

"I want you to see the battle, but it looks like it will be difficult." Who launched the attack that made him so weak? "I am willing to fight together..." "Cardan.

You can't do anything now. Do you understand?" Although these words are cruel, they cannot be denied. If this is a battle that Charlotte is prepared to die in, Cardin's power will not be able to change anything.

"You are not worthy of my name now. Give up the name of Ingmar for the time being and live on." Charlotte stood up and walked to Cardin.

"Ah, father?" "When you are strong enough, use Ingmar's name." Then he forced the ring into Cardin's hand. His wrinkled face looked like an old man, but his eyes were still full of love.

"You are my son. You are my only apprentice, and you have inherited everything I have. So don't walk with your head down, just living to survive..."