Chapter 8

What are the undead? Perhaps, in the eyes of the vast majority of creatures, the first thing that comes to mind is endless death.

In fact, this statement is not entirely wrong. When the demon lords on the battlefield of the gods of order and the demons of chaos invented the spell to resurrect the dead, the undead plague became the nightmare of the living.

In reality, however, this is mostly not the fault of the undead themselves.

On this continent, the creation of the undead actually has two reasons. The first is when the deceased have immense grievances, unwillingness, or ideals, and do not wish to die. In such cases, there is a very small chance of resurrection.

Naturally generated undead have a very low probability of occurring, but they are often extremely powerful. After all, the will and resentment that resist the call of death are very extraordinary. It is said that the god of death, Ay, is the oldest and most senior natural undead.

Undead created by immense resentment may be somewhat twisted, but those who resist death solely through their own will, staying in the world for some regret, often retain their self-identity.

Of course, the most powerful and noble among them are the spirits of heroes after their death. They are recognized by the gods of order and even granted immortal spirits, and they have a beautiful name—heroes.

In addition to natural undead, the other type of undead is the extremely common undead plague. Evil necromancers forcibly enslave the dead, creating more death.

This magic to summon the dead was initially invented by demons, but now it has countless variations and developments.

At first, it was just slow-moving corpses, then there were faster skeletal warriors, flesh-stitched abominations, dark magic-wielding necromancers, martial arts-skilled black knights, and the most powerful necromancers—lich.

With the evolution of necromancy, the number of undead races has become countless. There are also many individuals more powerful than liches, but liches, as natural masters of necromancy, remain the core of the race. They are cunning and control the direction of undead evolution. They are most skilled at researching and creating new undead and necromancy.

Among the existing undead, 99% are such artificially created undead. They only have the possibility of developing self-awareness at the silver rank and above. Even the most powerful undead heroes, when first awakened by necromancy, are monsters that do not recognize their closest loved ones. Their hunger for blood and souls makes them attack their most intimate loved ones, and once they taste the flavor of slaughter and devouring souls, it is hard to turn back.

The bloodthirsty undead plague is indeed not wrong.

With the chaotic demons' habit of creating their own enemies, they tempted the Highland Clan to collectively fall, creating their archenemies, the devils. They invented necromancy, but created a race that opposes them.

The free undead unhesitatingly rebelled against their creators, forming their own nation. The current undead capital, Broly, and the undead kingdom, Siro, have become the vanguard against demons.

In the Siro Empire, composed of the dead, the Night Council of liches holds power, and the living are the lowest and most despicable slaves. The Great Catastrophe of the Eternal Night, which almost caused the end of the world over a hundred years ago, has made the reputation of the undead extremely poor among the order factions.

There are differences among the spirits, natural undead, fantasy creatures, high-level undead with self-awareness, and low-level undead with an instinct for bloodlust. Ordinary citizens do not have the knowledge or ability to distinguish them. In their eyes, those living in the eastern undead district are all terrifying demons.

"So, no matter what we say or do, it's all in vain?"

"Of course, the living have their world, and the dead have theirs. Although Your Highness can ignore the boundary between them, it is clearly too much to ask ordinary citizens to cross it."

Abel, who was lying on my head, said this. Although he is a dog, at this moment, he has the air of a philosopher who has seen through life and death.

Not far away, Bao was happily licking a pile of bones.

Looking around, it was a scene of demons dancing, but in my eyes, it was a perfectly normal living scene.

The undead do not need to eat or drink, but that does not mean that high-level undead with self-awareness have no desires. Here, in one of the largest markets in the eastern district, shops are opening for business.

"How much is this preservative? And a pest repellent, but not one with sulfur, my skin is too sensitive, I get allergies." This is a necromancer lady, who is troubled by the increasing number of insect residents in her empty brain cavity.

"Dark bandages, cursed bandages, guaranteed to make your magic as stable as your intestines. Do you want mummies or zombie uncles? The latest model from the Circle of Mages, with mushroom and bear patterns to choose from."

"Various fresh blood for sale, from humans, elves, dwarves, and all races, and all genders, including virgins, males, and non-binary. For large customers, 2000CC at a time, we offer long-term home delivery service."

The little girl in the red hood is very cute, but the goods she sells are particularly terrifying.

"Specialty skulls, gold, bronze, stone, dragon bone, all available. Does anyone want to change their head? Uncle Lich, do you want to change your head? ISO quality certified, guaranteed magic flow, no fakes, three-day trial, no-questions-asked return."

Waving away the annoying little red-blooded vampire, I turned my attention to the distance, where the skeletal giant Kroin, the gate guard, was waving at me.

"Hey, those city management officers finally went back, I can finally go back."

The undead district in the entire Sulfur Mountain City is very special, a relatively independent special zone where city management officers have no jurisdiction.

I underestimated their determination to capture me. They were blocking the entrance, apparently planning a long-term ambush, waiting for me to go out to catch me and take revenge.

Caught off guard, I almost fell into their ambush, but fortunately, Kroin blocked them.

Attacking the undead at the entrance of the undead district, this kind of overstepping behavior easily causes conflicts, but I, the good guy, proposed a peaceful resolution.

"I heard that the Chief Justice is very dissatisfied with the city management forces? No, no, of course not a threat. I won't file a complaint with the law enforcement bureau or protest in front of the Supreme Court. No, I am a good person, this is not a threat. As long as you are willing to help me with an experiment, I am willing to go with you."

"Hehe. I have dealt with you before, don't worry. This experiment is not some evil magic. You should know that the Undead Park, a key tourism project this year, has just opened, and I am the contractor. But as you can see, there are not many people coming to play. I am just inviting you to be the first visitors, and if you have a good time, you can help me promote it."

I rubbed my hands and said flatteringly.

"Of course, it's free, completely free. As the first visitors, you will also receive a mystery gift!"

"Cheating? I am a believer in the god of law and justice, you are insulting my faith! There is no such god? There will be. Don't worry, I always keep my word. As long as you help me test all the entertainment projects, I will go with you immediately."

So, they agreed to my request...

Then, they regretted it...

"Aaaaaah! Stinky bones! Let Momo down!! Momo is in so much pain!! Momo is going to die."

... In front of me, a female knight was hanging from a rope, whizzing by.

Then, it was quiet, because... the rope broke...

"... Abel, remember to write a sign on the bungee platform next time, 'Take off your armor before bungee jumping.'"

Looking at the big hole in front of me, I felt deep sympathy.

"Aaaaaah! I knew you had evil intentions, you bony thing! Let me down."

Roaring and whizzing by was Deputy Captain Ya Wen, whom I had met not long ago. Her dark face was now ashen, and she looked like she was about to vomit, clearly not suitable for the high-speed rotation of the roller coaster.

"Let me down, you devils! Receive the judgment of the Holy Light!"

"No, no!! Don't summon the Holy Light on the roller coaster! ... Too late, Abel, remember to write a sign, 'Absolutely do not summon the Holy Light on the amusement rides.'"

My reminder was too late. No matter how carefully designed, these devices are still the products of necromancy, and once they encounter the Holy Light, the nemesis of the undead...

When the roller coaster slid down from a height of over a hundred meters at high speed, the scene of the car disintegrating, I witnessed it today...

"Flying really far..."

I swear, I did not do it on purpose...

"Ugh! Bastard!"

The beautiful elves were ungracefully huddled in a circle, vomiting, the scene...

"Abel, reduce the speed of the Hell Shaker by 300%."

It seems I forgot that the living get dizzy when spinning in place. Yes, yes, reducing the speed is the solution.

"My head!!!! I can't see anything, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

"180-degree rotation for the Cosmic Saucer is enough, 360 degrees is too much."

It seems I forgot that the living temporarily lose sight when their head is upside down for too long, and hanging upside down for too long can be fatal.

"So high, so scary, the world is shaking! Let me down, please."

"Slow up and down movement for the Ferris wheel is enough, no internal rotation."

"Evil, retreat!! Holy Light, so many evil spirits, is this the end for me?"

"Maybe the haunted house shouldn't use real ghosts? That wouldn't be scary enough. But if real ones are used, what if professional warriors instinctively fight for real? Oh, the haunted house will be sealed for now."

"Stop, please stop! I'm dizzy... No! Ah!"

"Bang!" The loud sound of hitting the wall is painful to hear.

"Ghost horses can pass through walls, but the living..."

"Fortunately, they are testing it! Great, no one died. Paladins are known for their tough skin, and they are in such a state. If it were ordinary citizens..."

Looking at the tragic scene, hearing the screams and cries, I couldn't help but feel a bit scared. The result of transplanting amusement facilities from another world is severe water and soil incompatibility. If it weren't for these "good Samaritans" testing, there would have been a big mess.

To thank them, I planned to fulfill my promise. After they finished the tests and we were about to return to the city management headquarters, they...

"Thank you all for your hard work today. There are still 120 items to test. After we finish, we will report to the city management headquarters, and I will not run away."

"You... remember this, you won today, but one day, we will bring you to justice!"

They ran...

"Don't forget to take your mystery gift, the annual pass to the Undead Park, free for a year. Remember to come back and play next time!"

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