Necromancer Dreams of Mechs Chapter 28: Chapter 33

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Chapter 28: Highlander! Once I dedicated 5 tailors, 3 crafters and 2 gatherers to the task of making clothes, I got a few to start clothing the humans. The rest of my bone minions I sent to use the weapons we brought hanging under the palanquin to train with them in the open spaces. Thanks to a transfer from Harold, they did more than just run into each other with shields and take turns knocking each other's skull off with the swords. After a while, and a bit of messing around with a skeleton I was modifying, I got the message pings I was waiting for. I had already got achievements for the Gather class and a rare one, Cordwinder Class, but I guess another NPC was always designated for it. That meant I didn't get a skill, but in the list of new classes appearing, I saw two special classes. New Minion Class Achievements Decaying Shield Squire Decaying Sword Squire Decaying Spear Squire Rare Necro Blitz Cadet Unique Jr Necro Bone Lord: First Achieve Bonus: New Passive Skill Learned: Metal Grave Aura I took my bone goggles off and walked to the back edge of my platform, and mentally commanded all my training minions fall in rank by class, and those without class. All the ones that had evolved, like Liddy, had bits of flesh on 1/4 of their body, but that was only 110 including the rare and unique. The last 19 hadn't gotten a class yet. Hopping down, I nodded as I walked down the ranks, stopping when I reached the Necro Blitz Cadet with a big smile. "Well, a good giant mech needs equally deadly armored ground troops!" I nearly cackled as my eyes poured over the white metallic undead shock trooper looking thing. The Necro Blitz Cadet was barely taller than me, but it hunched forward like a predator ready to pounce. Its shoulders were wide and brutish, giving it a barrel-like chest plated with pale, metallic armor that shimmered like polished bone. The skeletal frame wasn’t clean or pristine—patches of exposed bone jutted through the plating like broken fangs beneath a mask, a reminder that beneath all the alloy and reinforcement, this thing was still one of my dead. Its arms were grotesquely elongated, ending not in hands but in jointed claws—three-pronged, hooked things like a cross between a crab’s pincers and a scorpion’s stinger. Each finger tapered into a gleaming edge, perfect for tearing through soft flesh or slipping between armor plates. The way it flexed those claws made my skin prickle; it wasn’t just idle movement, it was hunger given form, anticipation coiled tight in every twitch. The creature didn’t stand still. It shifted its weight constantly, head jerking one way, then the other, like it couldn’t stand the idea of staying still for more than a heartbeat. Its body thrummed with a restless energy, the kind of tension that always came before a lightning strike. I knew its fighting style already—rush in, slice once, maybe twice, then vanish into the chaos to pick another target before the enemy could pin it down. Vane. That had been his name in life. Now he was something else, something sharper, faster, deadlier. He wasn’t just obeying my will—he was eager, almost vibrating with the need to test his new body against the living. His excitement mirrored mine, though I tried to hold mine back. The last thing I needed was to encourage him into getting reckless. "Yeah, you're a winner," I laughed, and turned to the star of the evolution awards, and looked around. "Down here, you insolent welp," a shrill metallic voice cried out from my feet, and I looked down. When I was a kid, I collected chibi figurines—little Gundams, squat robots, action figures with oversized heads and stubby limbs. They filled my shelves, lined up in neat rows, a plastic army of heroes I could rearrange whenever I felt like. But none of those toys, not even my rarest imports, came anywhere close to the 12-inch terror standing before me: the Jr Necro Bone Lord. It was small, yes, but in the way a venomous spider is small—every inch of it was honed for m