How a Disaster-Class Necromancer Retires – Chapter 7

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    Chapter 7

    Upon arriving at Seron Corporation, the director’s jaw dropped in astonishment.

    “What in the world is this!?”

    A small factory with just a lone warehouse. 

    Yet, in front of it, hundreds of porters lined up to enter the warehouse, while at the back, porters joyously emerged with skeletons in tow. 

    Then, an employee counting the skeletons ran up to the director.

    “Director!”

    “300? Is that even possible!?” The director was bewildered. 

    Even 32 skeletons had been enough to classify Han Ji-hyuk as a special management target, and now the number had suddenly inflated tenfold. But that was just the beginning.

    The employee, looking pale, said, “That was earlier. We just surpassed 350!”

    “350?!” The director was staggered by the sheer number, feeling almost dizzy. “Where is Han Ji-hyuk?”

    “He’s inside the warehouse…”

    “Let’s go!”

    The director and the researchers strode into the warehouse. 

    At the entrance, a staff member apparently managing the crowd said, “Please line up for your turn to enter.”

    “Where is Han Ji-hyuk? We are from the Gate Management Bureau.”

    “Gate Management Bureau? Uh…”

    The flustered employee made a phone call, then said, “You can go in.”

    As the director entered, he saw the interior of the warehouse and nearly collapsed. “Are there more?”

    There were already more than 350 skeletons released so far, and inside the warehouse, the number of skeletons being registered for porter voice commands seemed to be in the dozens. 

    Han Ji-hyuk, noticing the director and researchers, raised his hand and said, “Let’s take a break. It’s lunchtime anyway. Kang Chan-su… no, Manager Kang.”

    “Yes!”

    “It’s your first day on the job, and everyone’s worked hard. Let’s treat them to something good.”

    Manager Kang, standing rigidly as if in the military, responded, “Understood! Boss!”

    Han Ji-hyuk patted Kang Chan-su’s shoulder and said, “Good attitude. Keep it up. Worth the double salary, right?”

    “Absolutely! I will be loyal to you and Seron Corporation!”

    As Han Ji-hyuk announced the break, he walked up to the director and said, “You’re from the Management Bureau? I’m Han Ji-hyuk.”

    The director, initially intending to question him about the whole situation and whether he truly summoned them all, was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the staggering number of skeletons. Then, a researcher stepped forward.

    “Hello. Do you remember me?”

    “Who are you?”

    “I was the researcher in charge of your test.”

    “Oh? It’s been a while. Haha.”

    The researcher looked at the skeletons and asked, “Are all these summons?”

    “That’s right.”

    “Our staff reported that it’s already over 350.”

    “Is it?”

    Han Ji-hyuk’s nonchalant response infuriated the researcher.

    “Don’t you realize the situation? Over 350 summons! Do you think this is normal?! Did you deceive us during the test?”

    Han Ji-hyuk shrugged, “I didn’t deceive you. I didn’t even know how many I could summon.”

    Finally regaining his composure, the director said, “Stop this for now.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Over 100 is already alarming, but 350? This is beyond the comprehension of summoning Awakened! It’s not something an F-rank Awakened should be able to do!”

    The director, perplexed, asked Han Ji-hyuk, “Stop it?”

    “Yes.”

    “Why should I?”

    “Why? This situation is obviously abnormal…”

    “There’s nothing abnormal about it.”

    Han Ji-hyuk replied with a bright smile, “I had a lawyer review summoning-related laws when establishing the company… There’s no legal provision regarding the number of summons, right?”

    The director, taken aback, said, “But there are safety concerns…”

    “Safety? These are the same MK.4 models I used before. Why didn’t you say anything then, but are raising issues now?”

    The director was left speechless by Han Ji-hyuk’s rapid-fire responses, as if prepared in advance. He whispered to a researcher, “…Is there really no problem?”

    “Well, legally… There’s no legislation anticipating this number of summons…”

    Han Ji-hyuk confidently said, “I’ve established the company under a special law for Awakened individuals to lease and use their abilities for profit, and the safety has already been proven by those who’ve used it without any issues. Any more problems?”

    The director, frustrated, said, “Fine! I get it’s legally fine. But it’s just too much!”

    The only issue was that such an unbelievably high number of summons was beyond rational acceptance.

    The director pointed at the skeletons and exclaimed, “That’s just too many!”

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    The director tried to control the situation with implausible excuses. 

    But his argument boiled down to one point: the number of summons was simply too high. 

    Despite mentioning the law, safety, and ranking assessments, the crux of the matter was the excessiveness. 

    Eventually, as the skeleton allocation resumed after lunch and surpassed 500, the director was utterly overwhelmed.

    “Just let it be.”

    Bombarding them was the answer. 

    If I had gradually added dozens, they would have been shocked, but would have found excuses to investigate and tackle the issue. 

    However, throwing 500 at once left everyone just staring blankly.

    “People’s minds stop working when something beyond their understanding happens,” as shown by the director’s repetitive questioning.

    I smirked and said, “Shall we keep going? Add 500 to the existing 32…”

    With a daily income of at least 200 million won.

    The production cost of a single MK.2 is 700,000 won…

    “That means I can produce 300 a day?”

    I chuckled, “Time to speed up.”

    When everyone is dumbfounded and stuttering, that’s when you need to run like crazy.

    “Let’s go all out for a week.”

    In a week, I could make 2,000, right? 500 was shocking, but 2,000?

    “That would be game over.”

    “Alright,” I said, lifting the corners of my mouth, “Let’s really do this!”

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    …But having declared this ambitiously after getting a startup boost,

    “Ah.”

    I slumped in the chair, “I don’t want to.”

    Just four days.

    That was how long it took me to make nearly a thousand Transport Skeletons. 

    Meanwhile, various media outlets were making a fuss about an Awakened who could summon 500 summons, but that wasn’t my concern. 

    What mattered was my intense reluctance to work.

    “Got too excited about starting a company. 300 a day is no child’s play…”

    Typical combat skeletons are made using all the bones from a single deceased body. Why?

    “It’s simpler that way.”

    The reason is straightforward. Since each body varies in size, so do the lengths of the bones.

    “…Maybe I should just reduce it to 100 a day? It’s too bothersome.”

    That’s why a whole body is used in its entirety. 

    Using an entire body means I don’t have to tediously balance these inconsistencies.

    But, Transport Skeletons, by nature, are a combination of bones, requiring me to manually adjust this imbalance. 

    Even excluding the smaller bones and using just the elongated ones like limbs and spinal bones, it takes hundreds of bones to make one Transport Skeleton, and producing 300 of these a day is a vastly different level of labour intensity compared to the monthly 500.

    “Ah, I don’t want to work!”

    Even accounting for just 2 minutes per skeleton, making 300 a day means a 10-hour workday, far exceeding my tolerance for labour. 

    I came here to retire and avoid work, but now I’m trapped in this vicious cycle of working to retire.

    It’s dreadful.

    Sitting in the chair, I blankly said, “Maybe just release the thousand I made and forget the 2,000. Releasing a thousand is still double what I had before. Maybe after a month or two of rest, I’ll feel like working again?”

    Once laziness sets in, the desire to work diminishes further.

    Contemplating reducing from 300 to 100, I now just want to give it all up and relax.

    “Ah.”

    While sitting in my office chair, overwhelmed by ennui and laziness, Chan-su knocked on the door.

    “Sir, I have something to tell you.”

    “Come in.”

    Chan-su entered and, seeing me sprawled in the chair, hesitated and asked, “Is something wrong?”

    “No, just feeling too lazy to do anything. I don’t want to work…”

    “It’s only been four days since you started the company.”

    In those four days, I had worked for dozens of hours. It was enough to exhaust anyone.

    “Just brush it off. What did you want to say?”

    “Well, there’s a community commonly used by the porters, and complaints are flooding in.”

    “Complaints?”

    What complaints? They were so happy when I released 500 skeletons.

    “Well…”

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    “Jobs are disappearing.”

    “Yes.”

    Chan-su cautiously said, “It’s not my personal opinion. I’m just conveying what people are saying. I think it’s great that you’re using your abilities to achieve such success…”

    Chan-su, worried about the backlash, hurriedly explained.

    “I understand, don’t worry. I’m not that narrow-minded.”

    Just utterly burned out and at the peak of my laziness.

    “Thank you.”

    Previously, the porters had set a trap for me due to the overwhelming cost-effectiveness of my skeletons. 

    Then, when I hired porters, and it proved profitable, their complaints disappeared.

    But when I released 500 Transport Skeletons at once, the situation changed.

    “Each skeleton replaces six porters, and we have 266 sets… so 1,600?”

    By simple arithmetic, the skeletons I had released so far equated to the loss of 1,600 porter jobs. 

    Previously, the number wasn’t high enough to raise concerns beyond price competitiveness, but increasing the numbers by hundreds led to fears about the existence of porter jobs.

    “The more skeletons, the more jobs are lost, except for a few leaders.”

    “…”

    I was aware of it. That porters would lose jobs due to the skeletons.

    But calculating it made the severity of the issue hit home.

    ‘Adding a thousand more would mean nearly five thousand jobs lost.’

    I can hear it.

    Clear as day in my ears.

    “Am I going to get cursed at for this?”

    It’s a problem on a different scale than those I’ve dealt with before. 

    If we assume 5,000 porters have lost their jobs, including their families, the number of people whose livelihoods are threatened by my skeletons easily exceeds ten thousand.

    The problem is that to achieve my goal, I need to create at least ten thousand more skeletons, which would mean the number would not only surpass ten thousand but also greatly exceed a hundred thousand. 

    What would happen then? 

    Would the media and political circles stay silent? 

    Absolutely not.

    “Damn, this is no ordinary issue.”

    If that happens, it won’t just be the porters who blame me. 

    Everyone will criticize me for creating tens of thousands of unemployed individuals and threatening their families’ livelihoods just for money.

    It’s a situation that could lead to lifelong troubles for me, an annoying tag-along to my peaceful retirement.

    “I’m tired of being cursed.”

    I’ve had my fill of curses in Seron. 

    I decided not to care about being in the spotlight, but that doesn’t mean I want to create a horde of enemies like in Seron. 

    I just want to live peacefully in my homeland, blending in with as many people as possible, hopefully receiving praise.

    I pondered for a moment and then said, “Let’s just stop here and not supply any more.”

    “What?”

    It just doesn’t seem worth it. I can’t ruin my retirement life just to make some retirement money. 

    If I push through, I’ll undoubtedly become a national scapegoat.

    Yeah, it’s for the best.

    This is a good opportunity. 

    Making those Transport Skeletons was hard enough; time to look into other options. 

    I’ve already made a thousand, and it’s a shame to let them go to waste. 

    There are uses for transport beyond just porters, aren’t there?

    “I started with porters because they were noticeable, but it wasn’t like I had to stick to that. There are other ways to make money. Ending with 500 seems better than multiplying the curses by releasing more.”

    “Sir,” said Chan-su, impressed. “I didn’t know you were such a considerate person…”

    Well… it’s not so much about consideration as it is about avoiding hassle, but explaining that seems too bothersome, so let’s just leave it at that.

    “Alright. You can go now.”

    “Yes!”

    With Chan-su gone, I was left alone in the office.

    “Yeah. Why bother making money in a way that gets me cursed? There are other things I can do.”

    The potential of skeletons is proven, so I just need to find something that doesn’t get me cursed and is easy to do.

    “Let’s see… What would be good?”

    I took out a notebook and began jotting down various ideas.

    “It has to be easy to make.”

    If I just raise the bones from a single body, there’s nothing to calculate, and it’s incredibly easy. 

    At this rate, I can make dozens simultaneously instead of one every two minutes.

    So, the job has to be something I can do just by raising bipedal monsters as they are.

    “No combat.”

    The biggest reason why people relatively accepted the 500 Transport Skeletons, despite the bombshell, is because they essentially have no combat ability. 

    And honestly, creating macros for combat skeletons is too much of a hassle.

    I need to find something that can be done with simple commands.

    “And it shouldn’t harm existing people.”

    If I were a violent person in Seron, now I’m a pacifist. 

    I’ll leave you alone if you don’t bother me.

    “Those three are the key… But what to do?”

    I’ve chained myself with too many restrictions out of laziness, and now I can’t think of anything. 

    Bipedal skeletons would inevitably replace or aid human labour, thus snatching jobs.

    “This is unexpectedly difficult.”

    Did I set the bar too high? 

    But if I don’t, it’s just too much trouble. 

    I got completely exhausted just making 500 Transport Skeletons in four days.

    I can’t give up on the peaceful retirement life I’ve dreamed of for 30 years.

    As I pondered, I noticed a sentence in English next to the pen in front of me.

    “Made in China?”

    It was the label, ‘made in China.’

    “Wait a minute.”

    I started checking the country of origin for the items around me.

    “This is from China, so is this, and this.”

    Everything was made in China.

    “Products made in China by Chinese people…”

    The current issue is about taking jobs from Koreans in ‘Korea,’ my homeland and planned retirement destination.

    My eyes lit up as I said, “I don’t need to consider China, do I?”

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