I Make Weapons at the Necromancer Academy

“Is it wrong for someone to seek just a tiny bit of security from bigger calibers, longer range, and more firepower?” “So you built tens of thousands of bone mechs, ghostly bomber squadrons, a Dead Sea doomsday fleet, and heavy undead combined-arms brigades, then turned the anniversary celebration into a massive undead weapons bazaar?” Faced with the campus reporter’s question, Rhode’s eyes darted about and his words grew evasive. “Those… those are all for civilian use! Ahem, can we talk about something else?” The campus reporter took a deep breath. “All right, let’s talk about campus gossip. Why does the Magic Academy’s gate get blown up every day? Why did all the magical beasts kept on campus suddenly get the runs? Are the frequent sightings of ghosts in the women’s bathhouse real, or are they just rumors? Why did a thirteenth-rank demon lord descend upon the world, only to flee in disgrace? Is it all a collapse of morality, or a distortion of human nature? Tell us, Rhode Wingus, top menace of Adlosa Magic Academy, Undead Tyrant, source of chaos, walking natural disaster, and the one and only necromancer on campus! Any idea what’s going on?” “…Let’s talk about the weapons I make at the Necromancer Academy instead.” As a tide of bone-tank armor swept across the land! Countless ghostly bombers blotted out the sky! The world-ending Dead Sea fleet grew too large to find a place to dock! Tens of thousands of heavy undead combined-arms brigades stood ready! Interdimensional annihilation missiles locked onto their targets, one after another! Only then did the gods finally wake up! Rhode Wingus wasn’t just an arms dealer. He was also the fearsome Supreme Nether Emperor, the Undead Tyrant! “Hey, you’re in my firing range.”