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CHAPTER 62
I hated those vague instructions like “add a pinch of ground wormwood” or “half a finger's worth of heated gold.”What the hell did “half a finger's worth of heated gold” even mean?One day, if I survived this piss-soaked desert, I was going to build myself a proper laboratory.Then I'd bring this entire local alchemical and pseudoscientific brothel into the modern chemical age.Right.Skill points sorted.Which meant it was time to eat and get moving.***The Gray Lands, in the Sand — June 8, 2021“Volobuyev, stop!”I ordered the undead to halt and walked over to him.Something was wrong.The poor bastard's skin was drying out. In places, it had even started cracking.That wasn't supposed to happen.Bad sign.“Lie down on the sled.”I grabbed a wrench, opened Gena's chest cavity, and began methodically searching for the source of the malfunction.I expected the problem to be somewhere in the blood vessels.One of the graphite rods could have damaged them, or perhaps the copper wrappi
CHAPTER 61
The local schools of necromancy knew this perfectly well. The problem was that such a setup was ridiculously expensive, so they couldn't exactly use it as their standard operating procedure.Instead, they'd developed cheaper alternatives. Less effective, perhaps. But much more affordable.My situation was different. My life literally depended on this corpse. I wasn't going to cut corners.Once the graphite rods were installed—with several expressive but very quiet curses along the way—I mounted the accumulator, connected everything, and began the reverse assembly.The sawed-open sternum was a different problem. I had to think about that one. Eventually, I came up with a system that allowed relatively quick access using bronze bolts and plates.If I ever needed to reach the accumulator or the dead heart, I could simply undo the bolts and open the chest again. Sewing human flesh wasn't the same as sewing cloth. You actually needed to know what you were doing.When everything was finally
CHAPTER 60
Holy shit.Something clicked inside Gennady. It was as if someone had suddenly flipped a switch.The corpse opened its eyes.“Hello, friend…”I gave him an uncertain smile.“I'm pretty sure you're not particularly happy to see me, but we're going to be working together for a while.”Gena didn't answer. Not only because he couldn't. He didn't want to talk.“Get into the harness. We're leaving.”I gave him the command.Gena said nothing. But he stood up and walked toward the sled. Despite my concerns, he understood the instruction perfectly and correctly slipped into the sled harness.I stared at the undead man.Volobuyev Gennady AnatolyevichLevel: 10That was disappointingly uninformative. Maybe there was more information somewhere in the menu? There hadn't been anything useful when I'd raised the rat, but a rat was a
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 59 (15)It might look like I had made the decision to experiment on this dead kid rather easily, especially since he hadn't done anything wrong.The truth was, I'd spent a long time fighting myself over it.The Anatoly from my old world had been locked in a brutal argument with the Anatoly I had become.A doctor's ethics. Basic human morality. The simple, instinctive fear of what would happen if I crossed certain lines.All of it stood against what I was doing now.But in the end, that other Anatoly—the one who wanted to get out of this miserable situation alive and in one piece—had won.So I would raise as many corpses as necessary.I would kill anyone who tried to threaten my way of life or take what was mine.I'd cross that line again.I'd rethink my values again.I'd force myself to understand things I hadn't understood before.
CHAPTER 58
At a certain stage, nigredo became extremely chemically reactive, which meant the material used to handle it had to meet certain requirements. The spoon would eventually be ruined, just like the pot, but there was no avoiding it.I could have used gold, of course.Unfortunately, I didn't exactly have a collection of precious ritual utensils lying around.Silver, incidentally, was forbidden.For some reason, silver was deadly to undead, and nigredo prepared in a silver container simply didn't work once it entered an undead bloodstream.Apparently, the roots of this phenomenon came from the same place as the old vampire fear of silver.Well, vampires were undead too, so I suppose it made sense.I left the nigredo to mature and went back to stitching the blood vessels.The cat had been busy working on his own ritual circle the entire time.“Can't I come with you?” I asked.“I wouldn't recommend it,&
CHAPTER 57
“What do I do with the corpse?” I asked.“Cast the spells the way the book says.” Vopros barely glanced up. “The important thing is to preserve the head.”He remained completely focused, using the claw of his right paw to make tiny adjustments to one of the concentrators inside the ritual circle.I’d accumulated quite a collection of spell diagrams while studying the specialized literature, and I’d painstakingly memorized them.So the first thing I did was cast Dead Stasis on the corpse’s head.The spell temporarily halted the decomposition of the brain.Technically, it was already too late to save him. The kid was well and truly dead, and irreversible processes had already begun in his brain.But I still needed to preserve whatever was left.I pressed my index fingers against the dead boy’s temples, moving the other fingers through a complicated seque
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