THE ZOMBIE SYSTEM-Chapter 12: Unlocking the Second Summon

Leon stood over the fallen Dire Wolf Alpha, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. The battle had ended, but the energy from the fight still pulsed through his veins, keeping his body tense, ready.

The dungeon around him was eerily silent, the usual distant sounds of scurrying creatures now absent. The lingering scent of blood and burned mana mixed with the stale air of the ruins, a stark reminder that he had fought alone—and won.

Then—a familiar chime echoed in his ears.

[System Notification: Zombie Mage Level Up – Evolution Progress 80%]

Leon's gaze flicked to his Zombie Mage, still hovering nearby.

Its form flickered, the usual steady blue glow of its eyes sharpening, intensifying. The mana around it thickened, swirling subtly like a storm gathering strength. Its very presence felt heavier, as if something beneath the surface was trying to break free.

Leon exhaled slowly.

It wouldn't be long now.

The next time his Zombie Mage leveled up, it wouldn't just grow stronger.

It would change.

But before he could focus on that—

Another notification appeared.

A new one.

[System Notification: Second Summon Slot Unlocked]

Leon froze.

His fingers twitched slightly as he read the message again, making sure he wasn't imagining it.

A second summon.

Not just a stronger undead.

An entirely new unit.

The realization hit him instantly.

His mind raced through the implications.

He had barely scratched the surface of his power with one summon. But two?

His grip on his mana gun tightened, an unfamiliar yet thrilling weight settling in his chest.

Necromancers weren't supposed to fight like this.

They weren't supposed to evolve like this.

A slow grin crept onto his face.

This changed everything.

Leon swiped through the system menu, his eyes narrowing as the new feature unfolded before him.

A glowing prompt hovered in his vision, the text crisp and unmistakable:

[Select Your Second Zombie Type]

Warrior Zombie – A frontline fighter with high durability.Healer Zombie – Supports by regenerating undead but lacks offensive power.

His fingers hesitated over the options, his mind rapidly analyzing the possibilities.

A healer would allow him to sustain his undead through longer fights, making them harder to kill. But that wouldn't matter if they couldn't hold the frontlines to begin with.

His Zombie Mage already excelled at ranged combat, striking fast and repositioning when necessary. What he needed now was a tank, something to take hits, block attacks, and control the battlefield.

Something to keep the enemy's attention off him.

Leon's decision was instant.

He selected Warrior Zombie.

The moment he confirmed the choice, the dungeon responded.

The air grew dense, charged with an oppressive energy that made the fine hairs on his arms stand on end. The torches lining the ruins flickered, their flames shrinking as if something ancient and unseen was drawing in the light itself.

A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the stone, the temperature dropping sharply.

Then, the summoning ritual began.

The ground beneath Leon's feet cracked, thin fractures spreading outward like veins of darkness.

From those cracks, a deep crimson mist slithered out, curling through the air like living tendrils. The very fabric of the dungeon seemed to bend, the shadows stretching unnaturally as if something was forcing its way into reality.

Leon stood firm, eyes locked on the swirling abyss forming before him.

This wasn't like his first summon.

This wasn't just calling forth a minion.

This felt like an awakening.

The mist coalesced, thickening, the light in the room dimming further, drowning everything in a suffocating darkness.

Then—the ground split open.

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A figure rose from the abyss, its sheer presence pushing against the air like a force of nature.

Massive. Imposing.

Unlike his Zombie Mage, which was cloaked and spectral, designed for precise spellwork, this summon was built for war.

Its silhouette was solid, its stance unyielding, as if it had been forged from battle itself.

Leon's grip on his gun tightened as he finally laid eyes on his second summon.

And for the first time in a while, he felt awe.

Leon stared up at his new summon, his breath slow and controlled, but his pulse thundered with anticipation.

The Warrior Zombie stood taller than him, easily a full head above. Its broad shoulders were covered in cracked black armor, the metal old and worn but sturdy, unyielding. Red runes pulsed faintly along its chest and arms, the markings ancient, glowing like embers buried beneath ash.

Unlike the ethereal, almost wraith-like presence of his Zombie Mage, this summon was solid, its very existence heavy with purpose.

Its skin was thick, a deep ashen gray, textured with jagged scars that ran across its muscular arms, evidence of countless battles long before it had been called into existence.

Leon's gaze flicked to its hands—larger than a human's, thick-boned and brutal, curling into fists that looked like they had been made for crushing skulls.

A massive iron greatsword rested on its back, the blade rusted from age, but its edge still lethal. The sheer size of the weapon suggested inhuman strength, something capable of cleaving through flesh, steel, or even stone.

Then—its eyes opened.

A dull glow ignited in its sockets, not the eerie, flickering blue of his Zombie Mage, but something deeper.

Burning crimson.

Like smoldering coals waiting to burst into flames.

A notification flashed in Leon's vision.

[System Notification: Warrior Zombie (F+) Summoned – Passive Skill: Iron Guard]

Iron Guard → Enhances durability and allows the Warrior Zombie to block incoming attacks with its body.

Leon exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing slightly at his sides.

This wasn't just another disposable summon.

This wasn't a mindless, slow-moving corpse that would shamble into battle without thought.

This thing was built for war.

Leon could already picture it—standing at the front lines, intercepting attacks, cutting down enemies with powerful, crushing blows.

His mind raced, crafting strategies, envisioning how it would fit into his growing undead force.

His Zombie Mage was quick, adaptable, a spellcaster that could fight from the backlines.

And now—he had his frontline soldier.

Leon's grip on his mana gun tightened.

His army was forming.

Leon didn't waste time.

He needed to see what his new summon was capable of.

He raised his gun. "Defend."

The Warrior Zombie reacted instantly.

It planted its feet, raising its thick arms just as Leon fired a mana bullet directly at it.

The impact crashed against its forearm, but instead of staggering, the zombie absorbed the hit, the glowing runes along its armor flaring slightly.

Not even a flinch.

Leon's grin widened.

That was exactly what he wanted.

"Attack that pillar," he ordered next.

The Warrior Zombie gripped its greatsword, lifted it with ease, and swung.

The blade cleaved through stone, shattering the cracked pillar in one powerful strike.

Dust filled the air.

Leon felt a rush of satisfaction.

A Mage for offense.

A Warrior for defense.

And himself, the commander.

This wasn't just a stronger summon.

This was the foundation of an army.

Leon glanced at the dungeon exit.

His strength was growing, but he needed more.

More fights. More summons. More evolution.

His next target?

A higher-tier dungeon.

He didn't care what stood in his way.

Because now?

He wasn't alone.

He was building something unstoppable.