Volume 15: Organisms and Organisms and Organisms Chapter 5: The Dead Resurrected
The pain that the war countless years ago brought to this planet will never stop.
Every living thing on Yasen has heard of everything that has happened on this planet. The war in heaven has once again unfolded on the ground, and the angels and demons of destruction have descended from the sky, completely ravaging the entire land into the desolate ruins it is today, leaving only a dead silence.
From an emotional point of view, perhaps the angel's bright and shining direction should be the more righteous side, but from the perspective of this planet, they are both executioners. The artifacts abandoned by the devil and the remaining holy light of the angels are intertwined and killed inside this planet . The remaining battlefield is filled with deadly poisonous fog, and the sky is also covered by flying dust and smoke, plunging the entire planet into an uncomfortable darkness.
But this does not mean that there are no more intelligent creatures on this planet. After the War in Heaven, Yasin, who was abandoned in the subspace and moved to a corner of the universe, is still struggling to survive. Just like an unarmed poor man who was ravaged by two strong men, he still managed to survive with a humble but reserved attitude. Although the planet itself was ravaged into a shriveled appearance, the seeds of intelligent creatures are still spreading on the earth. The descendants of the demons and angels still exist in this dead world, continuing their seemingly never-ending war.
The dynasty never existed, only city-states dotted the planet. Countless secret witchcraft and remnant monsters roamed in the decaying jungle, and in the dark jungle lived monsters that even the descendants of demons and angels were unwilling to face.
This world has long been destroyed, but it still lingers on. Although the battlefield of heaven has destroyed the material world, it has not yet taken away the human heart.
Although from an outsider's perspective, it seems to be just a matter of time.
"There's no more wine..."
The night watchman looked at the empty container and couldn't help but sigh.
As a professional who specializes in guarding corpses at night, facing the crosses without any inscriptions behind him, it is really difficult to muster up the courage to patrol the surroundings with a lantern without alcoholic beverages. Although the reward is quite generous, it is also dangerous enough.
Although priests and professionals repeatedly emphasize that there are no ghosts and spirits in this world, and all spirits will be shattered in the void by the aftermath of the battlefield in heaven, so there is no resurrection of the dead, but the night watchmen do not think so. Although the truth is the truth, people always believe in those strange things. Those nightmare-like illusions can not only bring trouble to the night watchmen, but also make the outside world feel pity for his situation and provide considerable resources. Although he is just a night watchman of an unknown grave, his salary is also quite generous, even not inferior to those hunters.
There are always people who want to enjoy their old age in peace. Even monks who have no desires do not want their corpses to be devoured by vicious monsters. Therefore, the existence of night watchmen and nameless graves is very necessary. People are also willing to spend a little money to let these unfortunate people rest in peace. Who knows if the next one will not be themselves?
This is how the hell world works. Maybe he was a powerful figure in the past, but his unclaimed body can only be buried in this nameless grave.
"It's time to patrol..."
Glancing at the time on the clock and touching the empty wine jug, the night watchman sighed and went outside with his lantern.
The damp and cold mist suddenly made him shiver all over. Under the flickering light of the lantern, the cross graves kept twisting and winding, as if the dead were still alive and trying to struggle to crawl out of the soil.
'Boom'
"……?"
Looking at the violently shaking grave soil, the night watchman rubbed his eyes in confusion, thinking that he might be hallucinating because he didn't drink any wine.
How could someone crawl out of a grave? Those who were sent to the nameless grave were usually confirmed dead, and the location was confirmed by the night watcher himself, so there was no possibility of survival. But before the night watcher could think about anything else, the grave exploded with a handful of soil in a very unconventional way.
The hand in the grave stretched straight out of the ground, and under the horrified gaze of the night watchman, it was forcibly pried open to the left and right, and the thick coffin was broken into pieces alive. The young man who was sent to the grave by his own hands and whose neck was bitten off by the notorious Dusk Wolf was standing up slowly from the coffin with a blue-gray face. The huge wound in his throat was flowing with rotten gray-brown pus, and the stench of rotting corpses gradually spread from around him, making the grass and trees darker.
“…Fuck.”
The dead are really resurrected.
The night watchman couldn't believe what he saw.
No matter from which angle of myth and legend, the resurrection of the dead is a taboo among taboos. Seeing the figure crawling out of the coffin and observing his body in the moonlight, the night watchman, who had never seen such a state, was so scared that he almost fainted.
However, with the weak magic power in his body, even though he was scared to the point of fainting, he could only stand there , watching the resurrected monster doing something on its own. The Night Watchman had never hated himself so much before. Why did he follow others' example and use the lowest magic awakening potion to save his life? This was not saving his life at all, it was simply a death sentence.
“I feel as if I have been reborn…”
The pale monster touched his skin and revealed a somewhat puzzling expression.
"Yeah, it is. This feels like creating an alt. Could it be that the hidden setting is that you can create an alt when you reach a certain level? If you understand it from the perspective of the game, it should be like this, right? Starting from scratch. Hmm? Why does it feel a bit sticky? Ah, is this really a corpse that just died not long ago? This is too disgusting, right? "
Touching his throat, the monster showed an obvious expression of disgust. However, this action made the night watchman slightly stunned.
Generally speaking, no one would hate their own body, right?
But before he could even think of this, the monster made a new move. He looked around and soon saw the night watchman standing there with an oil lamp. Facing the night watchman standing there with a look of fear, the monster smiled a very scary smile and stretched out his hand towards him.
"Ah, hello, native. Do you mind if I get me some bandages for that?"
“…”
If I say I mind, will you beat me to death?
Looking at the dead man with pus and corpse fluid flowing from his throat, the night watchman finally did not dare to ask.
