Skeleton Dog

Skeleton Hound

Level: 5 (0/1500)

Attributes: Constitution 12, Strength 14, Agility 16, Perception 5, Intelligence 5, Charisma 4.

Traits: Hollow Skeleton, Basic Soulfire.

Basic Soulfire: This undead unit possesses basic soul fire and can understand and carry out relatively simple commands.

It was nothing but a skeleton now, and it was impossible to tell that it had once been a Teddy—especially with its body now nearly the size of a lion.

The Skeleton Dog had higher Strength and Agility.

Its Constitution, on the other hand, seemed a little low.

As for its traits, it had gained Basic Soulfire.

The description explained that it gave the skeleton soul fire, allowing it to understand and carry out simple commands.

That was actually pretty good.

Skeleton Warriors were useful, but they were too rigid. He had to watch over them while they carried out orders, and they struggled to understand anything more complicated.

Now that it had soul fire, it could understand more commands.

He just did not know how this soul fire came to be.

Was it a special undead?

Or did it appear once they reached a certain level?

Unable to figure it out, he could only set the matter aside.

After checking its attributes, Wu Heng was about to take the Skeleton Soldiers and loot the room when his gaze suddenly fell on the chunks of flesh scattered across the floor.

"Brain matter?"

At the spot where the corpse's head had been, there was a milky-white lump of flesh.

It stood out sharply amid the minced meat, which was why he noticed it at once.

Under the effects of the Bone Manipulation Technique, the flesh of summoned creatures melted across the floor like hot wax. Their skin and internal organs alike had become the same way.

Yet this unusual piece of "flesh" had retained its texture remarkably well, making it easy to spot at a glance.

"Did Teddy grow a tumor?"

He used the Iron Spear to pick out the chunk, then picked it up and examined it in his hand.

It was the size of a bead and slightly springy, like a piece of jelly.

What was this?

Clang, clang, clang~!

Just as Wu Heng was studying the lump in his hand, the iron railing began shaking again, making his whole body jolt.

Looking up, he saw the Skeleton Poodle clutching the stair railing with its front limbs and wildly thrusting its hips.

Its pelvic bone slammed against the iron railing with a loud clanging.

As the noise echoed through the stairwell, the sound of Zombies pounding on the door rose from outside as well.

"Damn it!"

Wu Heng felt speechless.

You were a skeleton. You did not even have that thing anymore, so why were you still making that motion?

"Stop!" Wu Heng immediately said.

The Skeleton Poodle instinctively thrust its hips twice more before raising its head to look at him.

Flickering soul fire could be seen in its hollow eye sockets.

"Stand by where you are." Wu Heng gave another command.

The Skeleton Poodle sat down where it was and stopped making strange movements.

After that interruption, Wu Heng had no desire to keep examining it. He put the chunk of flesh into a plastic bag and led the skeletons downstairs.

Once he confirmed that the Main Gate was tightly shut and posed no risk of opening,

he began turning the Zombies killed by the Zombie Teddy in the stairwell into skeletons. Then he went from door to door, looting every home.

Anything he could use, or sell in Blackstone Town, went into his Backpack to be taken out with him.

Only after he was done did he leave the stairwell and return to Blackstone Town.

After returning to Blackstone Town, Wu Heng went straight to the Antler Merchant Shop.

The owner greeted him enthusiastically.

It seemed he had made quite a profit from the resin Wu Heng sold him last time.

"Mr. Wu Heng, do you have something to sell again today?" the owner asked with a beaming smile, his face full of anticipation.

"I'm here to buy a few things."

The owner's smile did not change as he continued, "What do you need?"

"Do you have medicine for treating injuries?" Wu Heng asked.

He had not felt much during the fight, but once it was over, his entire body began to ache.

There were no obvious wounds, but purple bruises had appeared on his shoulders and arms.

"Yes." The owner bent down and took two glass potion bottles from beneath the counter. "The potion you need depends on the kind of injury you have."

Wu Heng rolled up his sleeve and showed him. "This kind. From falling."

"Then a minor potion will do the trick," the owner said.

"Alright. How much?"

"1 silver and 30 copper."

Potionology was highly advanced in this world. Even though he had never used potions before, he had heard a little about them.

Wu Heng paid, then took the potion.

Minor Healing Potion

(Description: A medicinal liquid that can heal injuries.)

Without hesitating further, he tilted his head back and drank it.

Once the potion entered his stomach, he felt warmth spread through every part of his body.

The pain in his body really did ease.

It took effect the moment he drank it. That was pretty amazing.

After buying several more Healing Potions and Mental Potions from the owner,

Wu Heng suddenly thought of the chunk of flesh dropped by the Zombie he had killed.

He opened his Backpack and glanced inside, his brows knitting slightly.

Mutated Corpse Core

(Description: An energy crystal from a Mutated Creature. Can improve one's Constitution, but carries a chance of toxin contamination.)

It had attributes now.

There had been no change in the Zombie World, but once he came here, its attributes were revealed.

His System Prompt was probably connected to this other world. Only after something became connected to this world would the corresponding prompt appear.

Just like his own attributes and the skeletons' attributes—they had only appeared after he became a Necromancer.

It was only a guess, but it was probably correct.

"Is something wrong? Potion bottles are fairly sturdy. They generally don't break that easily," the owner said when he saw Wu Heng with his head buried in his Backpack.

Wu Heng raised his head and asked, "Boss, let me ask you something. A friend of mine got some flesh from a creature. It seems like it can alter one's Constitution a little, but he's worried it might be poisonous. What should he do?"

"You mean biological material? Materials extracted from creatures are one type of Alchemy Material used to make Alchemy Potions. I wouldn't recommend your friend study it himself. It's best to take it to an alchemist for identification. If he's still worried, he can also go to the Adventurer's Guild and post a commission. It'll cost a little money, but safety is what matters," the owner said as he tidied the counter.

One type of Alchemy Material?

Post a commission...

Wu Heng thought it over and felt that it was a good suggestion.

Seeing several more customers enter the shop, Wu Heng did not linger any longer.

After saying goodbye, he left the shop.

He stood at the entrance and thought for a moment before heading toward the Central District.

The Adventurer's Guild had been established roughly five hundred years ago.

At first, it had merely been an operation base established by a group of close-knit adventurers, a place for cooperative adventures and exchanging information.

But as time passed, the prestige and influence accumulated by the Adventurer Base had long since spread throughout the world, covering every race and kingdom.

As its members grew ever more numerous and its influence expanded,

the Adventurer Base was officially renamed the Adventurer's Guild.

Branches were established in various places. While providing help to adventurers, they also served a supervisory role.

Wu Heng had obtained his Necromancer Class Change Book through the Association.

The adventurer hall was built broad and grand.

Quite a few adventurers had gathered inside.

There were burly men with bulging muscles and gleaming skin, as well as warriors clad in Silver Armor with greatswords strapped to their backs.

There were also slender female archers dressed in tight leather armor.

It was like stepping into a massive cosplay convention. Unfortunately, the leather armor worn by those female adventurers was all very conservative; there was not a single bikini-style set of armor.

"Not sexy at all," Wu Heng muttered.

Counters stood at the front, where clerks handled the various matters of adventurers.

There was also a display board nearby, covered with bounty commissions: rewards for Wanted Criminals, hunts for magical beasts and wild animals, intelligence gathering, and more.

Completing posted commissions could earn coins and item rewards.

Coins were standard rewards, while item rewards were not limited to ordinary items. They could also include Skill Books, Sage's Notes, Magic Items, or weapons and armor.

The Adventurer's Guild was spread across every race and possessed an enormous stockpile of materials and resources. Whatever one needed was not lacking here.

Wu Heng merely glanced over them and was not interested.

Capturing Wanted Criminals and hunting magical beasts—none of it was safe.

As a rookie who had only just changed classes, he could not take part in any of them.

He walked up to the counter, and the female clerk gave him a smile. "Sir, how can I help you?"

"I'd like to post a commission."