Detective in Another World: Solving Crimes with Necromancer System Chapter 8: Rank Up!

The scarred man raised his hamr high.

Edward’s eyes locked onto the hamr, its shadow looming high above him. Every one of his muscles tensed.

But before he could make a move, and before the hamr would co crashing down, a sudden scream tore through the battlefield.

"Stop it right now!"

Two soldiers burst from behind the trees. Their armour clattered as they rushed forward, blades already drawn.

Edward’s eyes darted to one of them—he recognised the man instantly. It was the sa soldier whom he had shown the cri scene he had found earlier.

The scarred man froze mid-swing, his expression faltering for a heartbeat. Surprise was clear on his face.

"What the hell is going on, kid?" the soldier barked. His eyes flicked to Edward for only a mont before narrowing on the scarred man.

"He’s the one," Edward spoke, his voice flat and clear. "He killed that man."

The soldier’s face darkened.

His gaze dropped to the warhamr clenched in the man’s hands, rembering Edward’s earlier suspicion.

"Is that true, Borr?" he demanded. "Did you kill that man?"

For a mont, silence fell upon the battlefield.

The scarred man’s jaw tightened as though fighting himself not to speak. Then, a twisted grin split across his bloodied face.

"I missed it," Borr said, voice dripping with hunger. "The feeling of crushing soone’s skull..."

The words slithered through the clearing, sending a chill up the soldiers’ spines.

"It’s just so exhilarating!" Borr exclaid, surging forward like a beast.

Steel t steel.

The soldiers barely managed to parry the first swing.

Sparks flew as their blades scraped against the descending hamr, the force rattling their arms to the bone. They struck back, swords flashing through the air, carving shallow cuts across Borr’s torso. But the man refused to slow down.

Each strike of the warhamr shook the ground. The soldiers’ defences buckled under the relentless barrage, their blades quivering from the sheer weight behind every strike.

Then—

One soldier raised his sword to block—but his rusted weapon couldn’t withstand the impact any longer.

A loud crack split the air, and his blade shattered into countless pieces.

The hamr’s path didn’t falter. It slamd into the soldier’s skull with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed, and the man’s lifeless body dropped to the ground with a loud thud.

The face of the familiar soldier twisted with rage. "You!" he snarled, lunging at Borr with reckless fury.

But the warhamr ca swinging again.

Edward should have been watching the fight. He should have been terrified for the last soldier’s life. Yet his attention was pulled elsewhere—toward the fresh corpse lying in the mud.

Sothing called to him.

It wasn’t a sound. It wasn’t sight. It was a pull. A whisper only he could feel.

It wasn’t a sound or a sight. It was a quiet pull only he could feel.

Then—

[Extraction Available]

The notification burned across his vision.

A mory of the last ti he saw this exact notification and what ca after resurfaced.

Edward’s lips parted, his mind clear on what to do next.

"Extract"

At that exact mont, the hamr fell once more.

The second soldier didn’t stand a chance, driven by fury and open to attacks, it wasn’t long before the hamr found its mark. The blow turned him into nothing but blood and shattered bones, his scream cut short under the hamr’s impact.

Silence followed, broken only by Borr’s heavy and ragged breathing.

Then, he turned, his wicked grin crawling back onto his face. His blood-spattered eyes fixed onto Edward.

"You—"

But before he could finish, the shadows stirred.

A blade of pure darkness erupted from the corpse of the fallen soldier. It tore through Borr’s abdon.

His eyes widened.

Shock froze his features as the weapon tore him open. He stumbled back, clutching his gut, but before he could take another step backwards, a second blade whistled from behind.

Borr gasped, blood bubbling at his lips. His massive fra faltered, swaying on his legs. The hamr slipped from his hands and slamd heavily into the ground.

Edward walked forward. Each step was slow and deliberate.

Their eyes t.

For a fleeting mont, all Edward saw in those scarred features was a savage murderer. Then it was gone, life vanished from his eyes and features.

Borr collapsed to his knees.

Then, with a final heavy thud, his body hit the ground.

Edward stood over him, his gaze cold.

He paused for a few monts, his gaze shifted montarily from his two Shadow Soldiers back to the massive corpse.

He had almost died, just like in the previous life, he found himself outmatched and almost slaughtered helplessly. But he knew better now—if he wanted to catch murderers, he needed to be able to face them.

His voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Extract."

The air around him grew thicker.

Shadows and dark green motes gathered above the corpse, coalescing into a humanoid silhouette.

This ti, however, it wasn’t a frail Shadow Soldier that erged, but a towering, broad figure, wreathed in darkness.

A massive warhamr rested in its hands, and above its head, glowing letters appeared different from the previous ones.

[Shadow Warrior]

But the system wasn’t done with its notifications.

[Requirents t!]

[Rank Up! F -> E]