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Perhaps death and battle will not dull your consciousness or extinguish your will. But being placed here, without any breath of life, unable to perceive any color, it feels as if you are the only one in the world—a sense of despair devoid of hope.
I do not know how long I have fallen into this abyss, a place filled with Undead. I know this place because I saw it in the past of the Silver Moon; this is the Necromancer's Cave.
At that time, those Undead posed no threat to me; they could not touch me. Ironically, it is still the same now.
I have been immersed among them for a long time. I can even feel them passing through my body and drifting elsewhere, yet they make no attempt to attack me.
You know, this is not a moment to be happy.
Perhaps I have now become—Undead.
Or maybe there is no perhaps; I already am Undead!
I cannot feel any heartbeat within me; everything is dull, disconnected from Mosang, Little Pink, or Nine Charm.
Moreover, strangely, I have no hope of living.
Thus, I drift here like a ghost, neither sad nor happy, almost forgetting the past and everyone.
The Necromancer's Cave resembles a cavern; aside from gathering countless Undead, there is nothing else. The terrain here is complex, with large holes nested within smaller ones, easily stirring panic from deep within people's hearts. However, as an Undead, I feel nothing—just drifting wherever I go.
Wait! A smell! What is that smell?! It’s delicious!
I sense a fragrance wafting from ahead, not far away. Regardless of what it is, it excites me, who has been so lifeless!
I quicken my pace and start rushing forward; at least for now, I still have a light body—no, a shell.
This is terrible! There are many Undead here; they have surrounded the area ahead tightly. How can I get in?
Suddenly, a loud scream comes from the front: "Ah—".
It was the scream of death that I hated, yet now it felt so wonderful.
A large group of Undead rushed forward, leaving me standing still. Through the gaps, I stared blankly at the scene before my eyes.
It was a Living Being, being devoured by a horde of Undead, quickly disappearing from sight.
How disgusting! I turned and ran away quickly.
I kept running and running, yet I felt no fatigue. But that feeling of disgust lingered, not because of the tragic death of that creature, but because—I wanted to eat him too.
In an instant, my panicked mind went completely blank.
At that moment, I had to face the fact that I was already dead.
I am Undead...
I thought of my prison, my family, everyone including Silver Moon. How should I face them?
I curled up in a crevice, afraid to see those Undead like me, afraid of the hunger within me that craved to consume living beings. I still remembered that I was human.
That damned smell again! Who was so unfortunate this time to be thrown into the Necromancer's Cave?
I fought against the urge to question the source of that smell, suppressing my inner hunger. But the scent was close, less than a hundred meters away.
There were no Undead here, and no one would see me!
Hesitating, I shifted my body and moved toward it.
The figure ahead lay on the ground, unmoving. It was not close enough for me to see his face. But the aura he emitted drew me in.
What should I do? I can't eat him!
The smell was too obvious, and suddenly a number of Undead gathered behind me. They were eyeing me and that creature with hungry looks!
I didn't know the rules among the Undead or how to distribute food. Until now, they still hadn't made any moves, just staring at us ahead.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that I was acting like a beast, guarding my food?! No, this isn't right. I knocked on my own head hard; it didn't hurt. But I had to leave.
The Undead looked confused as they swayed their heads from side to side, watching me without any expression as I prepared to leave.
One, two, three—more and more Undead moved in front of me, getting closer to that figure.
That alluring scent made me turn back one last time before leaving.
Oh my god! Who is that!
The man lying on the ground had moved his head at some point, revealing his face!
It's White Soul! How could it be White Soul?!
I turned around and rushed into the crowd of Undead, positioning myself in front of White Soul.
Well, my actions really seemed to anger these Undead. They were furious; they wouldn't give up their meal!
"White—Soul, wake, wake—up." I suddenly realized with horror that I seemed to be losing my ability to speak.
For some reason, talking had become so difficult. I simply gave up and started banging on White Soul's body with all my strength.
"White—Soul."
As I pounded away, I kept a fierce gaze on the group of Undead. If I didn't move, they wouldn't dare touch White Soul.
These Undead seemed stunned by my actions, completely unable to comprehend what I was doing. They stared at me with wide eyes, tilting their heads while drooling some liquid from their mouths.
I gestured fiercely, like a mother hen protecting White Soul.
Suddenly, the Undead group retreated to both sides in perfect unison, and an old man walked through the middle. His emaciated body was waxy yellow, his eyes deeply sunken, and he had a long beard that could drag on the ground.
“Hess,” he uttered those two words.
I was puzzled about what he was doing and took a long time to realize that he might be introducing himself.
“Xi Meng.”
“Eat him,” Hess said.
I wanted to explain that White Soul was my friend, but it was too difficult, so I simply shook my head.
“You won't hold out,” Hess remarked.
I felt he was looking down on me, and I angrily waved my hand, shaking my head firmly!
Hess said nothing more, glanced at me and White Soul, then turned to leave.
The Undead also dissipated along with Hess.
I sighed in relief, but it didn't last long because the aura emanating from White Soul made it hard for me to endure; that feeling of hunger.
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