A Necromancer's Guide to Clearing a Game Like Tower

He opened the skill changes next.

Necro Blast had moved.

[NECRO BLAST PROFICIENCY INCREASED]

[DAMAGE OUTPUT INCREASED]

[DECAY EFFECT STRENGTHENED]

[NEW EFFECT: MINOR DECAY SPLASH — DIRECT HIT SPREADS WEAK NECROTIC DECAY TO ENEMIES WITHIN 1.5M] 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

James turned that one over. The splash was small and it still needed a real hit to start, but a real hit now bled rot into anything packed close behind the target. Useless one-on-one. Good against a crowd.

Reanimate was next, and that one mattered more than he let his face show.

[REANIMATE PROFICIENCY INCREASED]

[STAT REDUCTION ON REANIMATED TARGETS REDUCED]

[CONTROL STABILITY IMPROVED]

[REANIMATED UNDEAD RETAIN STRONGER COMBAT INSTINCTS]

Less stat loss on the raise. Better hold on the leash. Retained instincts. The dire wolf had been a wolf. The python had fought like a python. But the thing he had pulled up out of the mud at the end of Floor 15 was not an animal. Even gutted of her power, she had been trained to swing a sword by someone, a long time ago, and stronger retained instincts meant more of that training survived the raise.

Death Chain had improved without ranking up.

[DEATH CHAIN PROFICIENCY INCREASED]

[MENTAL STRAIN REDUCED SLIGHTLY]

[CHAIN RANGE: 8M → 10M]

[DAMAGE TRANSFER: 30% → 35%]

He did not let himself be too pleased about that one. Two more meters and five more percent were real. So was the part the screen still did not list, the cost the skill took out of his head every time it fired. Slightly reduced strain was still strain. He had nearly blacked out from it before. He would not forget that for two extra meters.

Then the undead.

[ABYSSAL VENOM PYTHON — LEVEL 20 → 21]

[DARK KNIGHT CONTRACT ESTABLISHED]

[REANIMATED SLOTS: 3/5 OCCUPIED]

He stayed on the second line longer than the rest.

He knew she was useful. He also knew exactly what she had been before she was a line in his contract list, and the two facts sat next to each other without settling.

He took the skill book out last.

It did not behave like the ones he had used before. The cover was blank, and when he opened it the pages were blank too, pale and empty under the entry room’s light. Then the script came.

It crawled in from the bottom of the first page, black and slow, rising into the paper like something being dragged up out of soil. It filled one page, then the next, and the System opened over the top of it.

[SKILL BOOK DETECTED: GRAVE COMMAND]

[LEARN SKILL? Y/N]

He accepted.

[SKILL LEARNED: GRAVE COMMAND]

[GRAVE COMMAND — A-RANK]

[TYPE: NECROMANCER COMMAND SKILL]

[EFFECT: ISSUE A DOMINATING COMMAND TO ALL CONTRACTED UNDEAD WITHIN RANGE]

[AVAILABLE COMMANDS: HOLD / ADVANCE / PROTECT / BREAK / RETURN]

[SECONDARY EFFECT: TEMPORARILY IMPROVES UNDEAD COORDINATION]

[MANA COST: VARIABLE — COMPLEX COMMANDS COST MORE ON HIGHER-RANK UNDEAD]

James understood it the moment he finished reading.

Until now he had moved his undead one at a time, holding each one in his head through intent, splitting his attention between the python and the wolf and himself in the middle of a fight. It worked, but it was juggling. Drop one and it stood still.

Grave Command made them a formation. One word — hold, advance, protect — and the python, the wolf, and the knight all answered it together, moving like they had been told the same thing at the same time, because now they had.

It would cost him. The book said so. Complex orders on a Level 21 python and a Level 15 knight would drink mana fast. But for a hard floor, or for a fight where he could not afford to babysit three monsters and stay alive himself, it changed everything about how he fought.

He filed it where he filed the things he meant to test the first chance he got somewhere safe.

He checked the Dark Knight contract before he closed the windows, though he did not summon her. Not inside the Hale house.

[DARK KNIGHT — LEVEL 15]

[TYPE: REANIMATED STORY ENTITY]

[STATUS: DEGRADED]

[STORY AUTHORITY: SEVERED]

[CORRUPTION SOURCE: REMOVED]

[COMBAT ROLE: FRONTLINE SWORD UNIT]

[VOICE FUNCTION: INACTIVE]

[LOYALTY: CONTRACT-BOUND]

His eyes stopped on one line.

Voice function: inactive.

He told himself it was a good thing. The voice had been the prayer, the call for Mother, the thing that had made the floor a horror instead of a fight. Inactive was clean. Inactive was a soldier that did not scream.

But inactive was also a question the screen did not answer. He did not know if Camillia was gone, or buried, or pressed down to nothing under the contract. The System called her a unit and a role and a loyalty. It did not call her a person, and it did not say where the person had gone.

She’s an undead contract now, he told himself. That’s all.

The thought did not fully take.

He pulled up the scythe last.

[AZRAEL’S BROKEN SCYTHE]

[GRADE: ???]

[STATUS: SEALED]

[COMPATIBILITY: PARTIAL]

[WARNING: AUTHORITY FRAGMENT DETECTED]

[REQUIREMENT NOT MET]

No damage number. No weapon stats. Nothing a normal weapon screen showed. Just sealed, partial, and a fragment of something the Tower would not put a word to.

Then, without meaning to, he thought of Alice.

The inventory slot went cold for half a second. Not a flinch and not a warning. It felt more like recognition, like the scythe had turned its head toward a name it knew, and then the cold was gone and the slot was just a slot again.

James closed the window.

The scythe was not ready to swing. But it was not only an item either, and he was starting to think the angel had smiled because he had known that before James picked it up.

When he turned back, the group was still on the press conference.

"A controlled statement is better than letting them build the whole thing without us," Ronan was saying. Steady, practical, the same way he said everything. "One time, one room, our terms. Marcus is right about the blank page."

"The clips already look insane with no context," Cillian added. "People think they watched a second boss fight a third boss. If we say nothing, that becomes the truth by default."

Finn didn’t argue. He clearly didn’t like it. He also didn’t have a better answer, and not having one was worse for him than losing the point would have been.

Maeve had been quiet through it. When she spoke, her voice was calm, but there was an edge under it that had not been there on the floor, the edge of someone who knew this part of the world better than the rest of them put together.

"Whatever you say in that room, say it once and say it carefully," she said. "Because one careless answer becomes the line. Not for a week. For years. Every interview you ever do after this, someone reads it back to you." She looked at the circlet in her lap. "And the circlet is going to be a problem. They saw it too clearly. I’ll handle that part myself."

She stopped.

"I need to talk to James and Finn before anyone agrees to anything."

Then she paused, and changed it.

"No," she said. "Just James."

The room went quiet in a way the previous quiet had not been.

Finn looked at her. He didn’t say anything, but the look did.

James kept his voice level. "About what?"

"Not here."

"If it concerns the team," James said, "Finn hears it."

"It’ll concern the team eventually." Maeve met his eyes without backing off an inch. "First it concerns me. Come to my house tonight. Not Hale Estate. Not TRB. Somewhere none of Marcus’s people are watching the doors." She paused on the last part. "And come alone."

James studied her.

She was not nervous. That was the thing that decided it. Nervous people asked for private conversations because they were scared of being overheard. Maeve was not scared of anything in this room. She had already decided something, and the meeting was not where she made the decision. It was where she told him what it was.

"Alright," he said.

His phone buzzed again before he reached the door.

This one was not a clip and not a news breakdown. The header alone told him which world it came from.

[GANNER FAMILY EXPECTED TO ADDRESS JAMES GANNER’S FLOOR 15 CLEAR]

He opened it far enough to read the line under the headline. A quote, attributed to a source close to the family, already running on three outlets.

"Clearing a story floor does not erase a blood debt."

There was no new challenge in it. There did not need to be. The Blood Writ was already signed, already filed with TRB, already counting down. The line was only there to remind everyone watching, and James himself, that all the global attention in the world did not change what was waiting at the end of three months.

James read it once and put the phone in his pocket.

His face did not change. His mind went back to the twenty-five points sitting unspent in his window, and the cold weight of the scythe, and the new word that could move three monsters at once.

Floor 15 had made him stronger.

The Ganners would not fight him like that meant anything.

He left Hale Estate on foot and took a car the rest of the way, the city sliding past the window, his phone going off against his leg the whole time with names he knew and names he didn’t.

By the time he stood outside Maeve’s house, the world was still shouting through the screen in his pocket. Marcus was somewhere behind him setting up a room. The Ganners were moving. And whoever was watching from outside the country, England or anyone else, was watching from somewhere he could not see.

He had five new levels. A command skill. A sealed scythe that knew Alice’s name. And a dead knight folded into a contract slot, waiting on a word he had not given her yet.

He knocked.

Maeve opened the door herself.

She looked at him for a moment on the step, and then she said it plainly, the way she said everything that mattered.

"Before I decide what I’m doing next," she said, "I need to know what you really are."