Master of the Castle

"Welcome to my Dark Castle, travelers from afar."

The voice sounded again.

This time, it was clearer, as though the speaker were right beside their ears.

As the voice spoke, a towering figure slowly appeared above the castle.

It was a tall Undead Creature in black armor. Intricate runes covered the heavy plates, and a helmet hid his face, leaving only two burning green flames visible.

A massive black scythe rested on his back, its blade radiating a chilling cold.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the master of this castle. You may call me... Black Scythe."

Black Scythe's voice was deep and raspy, carrying an authority that brooked no argument.

"Black Scythe? Never heard of you." Water God curled his lip. "Enough with the theatrics. Brothers, let's kill him!"

"Don't be reckless!" Tiga Lingyu hurriedly pulled him back. "He's no ordinary opponent. Let's see what happens first."

"What's there to see? Let's charge!" Water God struggled to rush forward, but Tiga Lingyu held him fast.

"Settle down!" Tiga Lingyu glared at him. "Did you forget what the guild leader just said? This guy might be stronger than Demigod-grade!"

"So what if he is? There are plenty of us, and only one of him!" Water God remained unconvinced. "The stronger the enemy, the faster we grow! Besides, the guild leader's here. There's nothing to fear."

"You..."

Tiga Lingyu was too exasperated to reply.

They couldn't expect the guild leader to bail them out of everything.

"Enough. Stop arguing." Qin Chuan looked toward Black Scythe's projection. "Those Undead Demigods were your subordinates, weren't they? First you sent them to their deaths, and now you've shown yourself. What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Black Scythe gave a low laugh. "To welcome you to the Undead World, of course."

"Welcome