Not sure if this turned out exactly how I wanted it to. Oh well.

Also, here's a fun fact: Hello Mr. Wolf (6) has more visitors than Hello Mr. Wolf (4) as well as Hello Mr. Wolf (5). I don't understand this, but okay.

And KaNOT Stop KaNO has more than Hello Mr. Wolf (6).

Another fun fact: More than 50% of viewers are turned off by the intro.

Anyhow, without a further ado, the final installment of Necromancer Kisaragi EVEN THOUGH I FORGOT TO PUBLISH IT FOR FIVE HOURS.

Necromancer Kisaragi (3)

Every few hundred years, a youth of unnatural necrotic potential arises from the depths of humanity, always either carving out terror in the populace or ceasing to exist before they could do so. Although necromancers are not always these pristine talents, the art is insanely difficult otherwise, and innate skill is valued over that of effort and hardwork. No matter how much one with no aptitude tries, they will never be able to summon even a rat from the realm of the afterlife, much like how a human skull will never be strong enough to withstand the force of an elephant sitting on it.

- Online Guide to Necromancy: How to Start Your own Zombie Legion!

It didn't take Shintaro very long to tell that there was no way to tell time. Between eternal torment and more eternal torment, there were no clocks or calendars to help out with the process. Shintaro supposed it was intended so that the eternally tormented would never truly realize how many eternities of torment they would go through. Maybe it was intended to destroy the victim's sense of self and time in the countless tortures to be experienced in hell.

Perhaps Shintaro was a little different. Maybe, just maybe, he was a bit odd. It seemed that none of the other tortured ones had been able to keep track of the exact time in seconds since their deaths. It might've been because of how Shintaro had needed to keep track of millions of minds, but even in death, his internal clock kept ticking, and recorded time down to the minute for every single timezone. In a way, their inability to sleep was perhaps the most useful contributor to this ability: sleeping usually threw Shintaro off by a few seconds.

Thus, Shintaro knew that exactly three hundred and thirty-four years had passed before the eternal torment ceased.

How had the torture promised to last forevermore stopped? Well, Shintaro had been doing nothing that day, a test in a different kind of torture, where the tortured can do nothing and only nothing, blindfolded in a room while shackled in place. Of course, insects and other animals were allowed to roam free in the room, typically bloodsucking ones, as well as those that would burrow under one's phantasmal flesh.

Shintaro didn't care much for the burrowing, but it wasn't too bad to him. Shintaro had spread a zombie plague through similar bugs, so he was rather familiar with them. Another useless torture. It was hard to torture someone who had once shouldered the emotional and physical burdens of several trillion organisms during wartime, even if only a few billion of those were human souls.

Now, of course, being a permanent resident of Hell, Shintaro had no choice in his coming, leaving, starting or ending of the tortures. Yet all the same, Shintaro felt the tug, the soul wrenchingly familiar rope that fastened itself around his mind and pulled hard.

Shintaro knew this feeling oh-so-very well, except from the other end of the spectrum.

It was a necromancer, yanking his soul from the dark abyss of Hell and back into the realm of the living, offering a body and a second chance in life. Shintaro wondered if this was what every zombie he'd taken control of felt.

It wasn't exactly a horrible sensation, just different. It was indescribable; to have one's soul torn from its current alignment and redepositing itself back into surrounding life.

An alarm sounded, Shintaro presumed because of his soon-to-be disappearance. Perhaps those administering the punishments didn't want the once world-wide feared necromancer to meet a new one?

A good idea, Shintaro supposed. Most people would be rather bitter towards the world after going through extreme tormentation. As long as Shintaro had free will in this second life, or heck, was even allowed to talk about necromancy, he could easily instate a new world order within five years. Perhaps the new fancy smancy technology might bump that to at most a decade, but everything could be hacked.

In the few moments Shintaro had before he would escape the fiery abyss, he wondered why he was being brought back, and why only now, centuries after his death. Had necromancy really faded that far into oblivion?

It was true that even in Shintaro's time; necromancy was thought to be an idiot's dream, something out of a fantasy novel. Yet Shintaro had proved its existence for the world at large. Considering that, why had anyone allowed his remains to have a What had happened?

As the pain and constant feeling that something alive was bubbling up on his arm faded away, Shintaro felt himself being jerked hard through the material plane of the afterlife into another, perhaps more familiar realm.

The light was bright, a star shining through thick yet clear material. Shintaro glanced to the side, staring into the light that illuminated everything. Was this the sun?

Shintaro looked down to his own body. He was nude, but years of resurrecting humans let him overlook that. Shintaro flexed a muscle, moved a joint. Shintaro was in the body of his mid-twenties again, most probably the exact same form he'd taken just before he'd shot himself.

Huh.

So this was how zombies felt.

It was something like that of a human, yet it was distinctly eerie. It was like finishing a product, and then when you look it over you think something's off. You don't know what, but you feel something is. That's what Shintaro felt.

Something.

Was.

Wrong.

Shintaro felt a magic linking him to another life form.

Ignoring how… different being the zombie as opposed to controlling the zombie was, Shintaro was acutely aware that he was not only linked to one controller, but many.

Shintaro looked forward for the first time, setting his gaze down on four youths in front of him. Odd. They were younger than Shintaro had been when he resurrected Ayano.

Four children, all looking around ten or so, with extremely odd fashion statements. Shintaro supposed that it was really him that was odd, because obviously these kids would be more up to date with the current styles.

Three of the children gaped at Shintaro. The last one had her eyes covered up, another child having wrapped his arms around her.

The one who caught Shintaro's attention was the girl who was blind to him, a girl with extremely long white hair dressed in what Shintaro could only call a stereotypical frilly western dress. Despite her situation, despite how the girl was blindfolded by the boy she clung to, Shintaro knew that this girl was the real source of power. This girl was his initial summoner, the rest only surrogates.

Next, naturally by his position, the boy his initial summoner clung to, a boy draped in green from head to toe. His mouth was open, maybe in shock, maybe in fear, as he covered the girl's.

Third, a sketchy looking blonde kid gaped at him. What were they all so surprised about?

So Shintaro came back to life as a zombie, the man who had conquered the world in two years and brought world peace after getting bored with the planet. What of it?

Finally, a girl with green hair, dressed in purple. As flashy and colourful as she was, this girl covered her face, as if wanting to hide. She still peeked out from the gaps between her fingers, but again, she looked as surprised as the other two.

Why were they-

Oh.

Shintaro was still nude.

These were all children.

If anyone were to see this, fingers would immediately be pointed at him as a rapist, a child molester. How strangely reminiscent of his first summoning.

"Could you get me some clothing?" Shintaro asked, calm as could be. "Brilliant summoning, I must say, but resurrection only retrieves the soul, not the clothes they wore."

The blonde one slowly handed Shintaro a set of robes, large enough to accommodate his adult frame. Shintaro dressed himself swiftly, waiting for his summoners to say something.

"Marry, you can look now." The green one said quietly, and the seemingly albino girl, now known as "Marry" turned. Shintaro blinked. Marry looked completely innocent in every way, from her wide eyes to her shivering lips. It was hard to believe that this trembling girl was the one responsible for his resurrection.

"Okay." Marry's soft voice resounded through the silent room.

"So." Shintaro began, not bothering to wait any longer. "Why have you resurrected me?"

"We want you to help us take over the galaxy." The blonde one bowed his head lightly. Shintaro catalogued that bit of information: in the past few centuries, humans had achieved space travel on huge scales and become able to inhabit planets and mass-produce spaceships.

"Please, oh wise-and-powerful one." The green-haired one bowed deeply.

Shintaro laughed. It was amusing, seeing a congregation of kids young enough to be grade-schoolers bowing down to him and sucking up to him.

"And why do you want that?" Shintaro wondered, bemused.

"Because the world is wrong!" The blonde one cried out.

A bit rude, but Shintaro would take it. Maybe this one was a little righteous. That was a much better reason to take over the plane- galaxy than Shintaro's reason.

"But that's so boring! You know what you all should try?" Shintaro asked, a smile coming to his face.

"Galactic (World) Peace."

I may never see you again Ayano, even if I guide these children back onto the socially acceptable morally "right" path.

I may spend years of effort in vain, coaxing immature kids to give up their ambitions.

I may just end up right back in Hell, to suffer for a true eternity, while you stay in heaven.

For all I know, you could already have forgotten me, and I could end up heartbroken, even if I do see you.

But until then, I'll never stop trying, just to meet you once more.

Ayano, I hope you can wait a few decades, because galactic scale peace will be much, much more difficult than any world domination plan.

Still, I can do it. If it's only this much, I think I can bring some happiness to this galaxy.

Somewhat less happy ending than the last one. In fact, I think I might regret adding this part, since it makes Shintaro almost seem like a decent person. Can't have that, after all.