Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

The ability to transmit thoughts or information directly from one mind to another without using physical senses.

This was the description of the new skill Michael gained when his Intelligence stat reached 200 points.

For a moment, he almost wanted to cry.

“Finally… after all this time, I actually gained a skill.”

At first, he was more excited about the fact that he’d gotten a skill at all—any skill—than the nature of the ability itself.

But once the initial rush faded, he blinked at the notification.

“…Telepathy?”

His expression shifted into something halfway between intrigue and mild suspicion.

He wasn’t sure if this was going to be useless or powerful.

Telepathy.

He muttered the word under his breath again, testing how it felt on his tongue. It sounded exotic—mystical even—but vague. He reread the description.

> The ability to transmit thoughts or information directly from one mind to another without using physical senses.

Michael frowned. “No cooldown. No mana cost listed. No range either…”

He tried to activate it. Nothing happened.

Or—maybe something did?

He closed his eyes and focused.

“Hey, you.”

He thought the words firmly, directing the mental signal toward the undead human standing silently beside his bed like a loyal sentinel.

A second passed.

Then two.

The undead’s head shifted—just slightly. Its gaze turned toward him.

“Yes, Master?”

Michael’s own eyes widened slightly.

“Did you hear that?” he asked aloud.

“Yes, Master.”

Michael blinked. “…So you did feel something?”

Michael felt incredible. One should know that what he used to communicate with Spartan just now wasn’t through the connection they shared as Necromancer and undead.

Telepathy.

Just like how he could command his undead without speaking, it now seemed he could extend that silent communication to others as well.

“I just wonder if it has a similar limit…”

With his undead, distance mattered. If they strayed too far, the link between them weakened. His other skill, {Share Senses}, also became useless past a certain range.

But Telepathy… it felt different. Broader. Freer.

Michael tilted his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

He couldn’t help but wonder—what exactly were the limits of this skill?

One thing that caught him off guard was the energy it consumed.

Unlike his other abilities, Telepathy didn’t draw on mana.

Instead, it tapped into something subtler—his mental energy.

It reminded him of meditation, in a way.

Perhaps, like meditation, the only limit was himself.

Michael closed his eyes, curiosity flaring.

He wanted to try something.

Michael took a slow breath, then exhaled through his nose. His mind settled into a calm, focused state.

He first wanted to see how far he could extend his awareness—his senses.

He reached inward, not to draw mana, but to stretch his perception beyond his body.

It was a difficult thing to describe.

It started as a tingling at the edges of his consciousness. Then it grew.

Five meters.

Twenty.

A hundred.

He could feel the space around him in fine detail—the contours of his room, the faint static in the walls.

Two hundred.

Five hundred.

A thousand.

It wasn’t sight, sound, or touch.

It was awareness. Like he’d become a still point in the middle of a rippling lake of presence.

His perception pushed farther—buildings, distant movements, people walking on the street beyond the district, unaware of the invisible eye brushing past them.

Fifteen hundred meters.

At this point, the mental strain kicked in. A subtle burn along his temples. But not overwhelming.

Two thousand meters.

Michael’s breath caught slightly.

He had never tried to reach this far before.

He pulled back gradually. The radius of his awareness contracted until it settled close to his body once more.

Michael opened his eyes slowly.

“Not bad,” he muttered.

His mental range had always been impressive thanks to his high intelligence, but now he was reminded—he was still a newcomer in the world of supernaturals.

He was strong. Michael knew that much.

But even without leveling up, he understood something else: a more experienced version of himself would easily outclass the current one.

That was fine.

That was the future Michael’s problem.

Right now, this Michael was simply excited to try something new.

Michael took another slow breath.

He wasn’t done yet.

This time, instead of simply expanding his awareness, he focused on something more—connection.

He spread his senses again, letting that still lake of awareness ripple outward. Within the radius—one thousand meters, fifteen hundred, two thousand—he focused on the traces of life.

He honed in on the closest one. A woman on the third floor of a nearby apartment, talking to someone on a video call. Her voice didn’t reach him—but her presence did.

Michael narrowed his focus and whispered mentally.

“Can you hear me?”

There was no reply.

He tried again, a bit firmer this time, directing the thought like a beam of pressure.

“Can you hear me?”

The woman paused mid-conversation. A flicker of confusion crossed her face. She glanced around the room, muttered something to her caller, then shook her head.

Michael quickly pulled his mind back.

“…She definitely felt that,” he whispered.

He tried again—this time aiming toward a young man walking briskly down the sidewalk, headphones in.

“Hello?”

Nothing.

Michael pushed just a bit harder.

The man slowed. His head jerked up. He looked around, confused, yanked out an earbud—then shook his head and kept walking.

Michael sat back, mind buzzing with possibilities.

So far, the results were mixed. The message wasn’t perfectly received, but the presence was definitely felt. With higher proficiency… maybe clarity would come too.

Michael exhaled slowly.

“Alright… range is real. Clarity depends on focus. Proficiency probably expands both.”

He leaned back, smiling slightly.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was something.

He thought about how this could also help him better manage his horde of undead.

With this new skill, directing and coordinating them—especially across distances—might become significantly easier.

A faint smile touched his lips.

With Telepathy, he had taken another step forward.

Another step closer on the path to becoming a true Necromancer—

A powerful one.