Chapter 9

The situation Feilin described made everyone shudder, but it was something very likely to happen. Desperate animals would even turn on each other, let alone different species, which had been food for each other in the past.

However, this history was too distant for them. Only Feilin, an immortal lich, could remember things from over a thousand years ago.

"If you start turning on each other, the living liches will no longer believe in peaceful coexistence. It will become like the Demon Valley, where humans are enslaved and killed, or like the Winter City, where minotaurs are only fit for pulling carts and succubi are locked up to serve customers. Rather than that, we might as well unleash a disaster. The souls of thousands of people should be able to create a dozen or so liches or undead. At least we would have a dozen peaceful souls left."

In the end, Feilin made his final decision. The food supply could last for another half a year. During this half year, there would be no talk of expelling the lower-class population. Everyone would eat freely. If no solution was found by then, they would all die together, and they could only pray to retain their memories and reincarnate as liches or undead.

Feilin set a very harsh timeline for everyone, but he himself did not want to see things come to that point. After the meeting, he secretly went to find Anger.

Despite Anger being in such a remote place, it was easy for Feilin to find him. The entire underground city was filled with his spies, spirits spread throughout the city, which were a powerful tool for maintaining order. Without such efficient means, Feilin would not have been able to turn this mixed-race underground city into a place where everyone lived in harmony and prosperity.

As soon as he saw Anger, Feilin's face lit up with a flattering smile. He ran up to Anger and said earnestly, "Sir, sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have no choice but to seek your help. The World Transfer Station is closed, and we have no way to buy food. We've been struggling for almost a thousand years and can't hold on much longer. I've come to buy food. I hope you can sell us some."

Feilin bent over, rubbing his hands, a cautious look on his face, pointing to Anger's leather bracelet, a far cry from the domineering figure he was in the meeting room.

But he didn't feel the least bit forced. The person in front of him was the Watcher, possibly the projection of the legendary immortal king who ruled over countless worlds. What was a little humility? It was already a great honor to speak to him.

Anger tilted his head, looking at him in confusion.

Feilin suddenly remembered something and said, "Equivalent exchange, equivalent exchange, here, here, ten soul crystals. The transfer channel hasn't been open for a thousand years. I wonder if the price is still the same? It used to be one soul crystal for two hundred pounds of food."

Feilin took out ten black crystals from his pocket and handed them to Anger.

Soul crystals? What are those? Are they the same as the crystals used to activate the pillars? Anger wondered, reaching out to take them.

As soon as he touched the soul crystals, Anger knew what they were for.

Soul crystals, crystals of condensed soul energy, a form of currency among the undead.

Different creatures use different forms of currency. Humans prefer precious metals, mages prefer magic crystals, and the undead prefer soul crystals because they are condensed soul energy. Not only can they be spent, but they can also be consumed to replenish soul energy.

Of course, soul energy is only useful to the undead, so soul crystals only circulate among them.

Anger knew how to use them as soon as he touched them, just like how humans know water is for drinking. He looked at the soul crystals in his hand, then at the leather bracelet on his wrist, and began to refine the soul crystals by holding them against the bracelet.

The ten soul crystals turned into soul energy, most of which was absorbed by the bracelet. As soon as the energy was absorbed, the bracelet glowed, and Anger's consciousness was instantly transported to another place.

When he regained his composure, he found himself at the arch near the Resting Palace farm. Anger had been teleported back.

However, only his consciousness had returned, not his body. Wherever his mind went, his consciousness followed. Thinking of the fields, his consciousness was instantly there.

The empty fields were devoid of life, even the chirping birds were gone. Other than that, nothing had changed since he left.

Thinking of the granary, his consciousness was instantly there. Looking at the mountains of food, Anger thought of Feilin. He had used soul crystals to buy food, but how could he get the food to him?

As soon as he thought about it, the bags of food began to disappear one by one. One, two, three... forty-five bags disappeared before Anger felt a resistance, and the bags stopped disappearing.

Where did they go? Anger's consciousness returned, and he found himself standing in a circle of food bags, surrounded by a grinning Feilin.

"Forty-five bags, a full forty-five bags. Although it's five bags less than before, it's normal. After a thousand years, a ten percent increase is very reasonable. I'll have people come and move them right away." Feilin, fearing delays, summoned a group of skeletons, each carrying a bag, and they carried away all forty-five bags in one go.

Looking at the now peaceful surroundings, Anger remembered Feilin's words. Five bags less?

Most of the soul crystals' energy had been absorbed by the bracelet, but a small part had been absorbed by Anger. Could it be that because of this, five bags were missing? Checking his soul, he found it had indeed grown a bit.

Anger tilted his head, putting the question aside, and focused his consciousness on the bracelet. The bracelet glowed again, and his consciousness was instantly sucked in.

Could it be that the bracelet absorbed the soul crystals' energy, allowing him to return here at any time?

Anger's consciousness returned to the farm and the granary, but he could no longer make the food bags disappear. However, he could make some stones disappear. After a few attempts, he realized that the soul crystals' energy stored in the bracelet was likely tied to weight. Once the corresponding weight was transferred, it could not be transferred again.

But there might still be a bit left, enough to transfer slightly lighter stones.

The farm had only so many things. After a thousand years, Anger had explored every corner. After playing for a while, he was about to leave when he habitually looked toward the Resting Palace.

The Resting Palace was majestic, even though the king had been gone for a thousand years. It was a place Anger dared not step into. Previously, he had been forced to enter to search for usable bones, but he had only dared to search the edges, never venturing deep inside.

Now that he could control his consciousness to move freely, why not explore the depths of the Resting Palace? A bold idea sprang to mind.