"Wanna join the fun?" Mair asked, his expression freezing. "What do you mean?"
"Are people of the Living Realm all this hard to talk to?" The all-white undead made a helpless expression. "Didn't I make it clear enough? We mean, since you set up this high school trial, why not let our juniors join in on the fun too?"
As soon as he said this, the four gatekeeper priests of the Bronze Academy all tightened their expressions. The worst-case scenario had still happened—these undead were going to make a move on the students!
"Can you have some shame?" one of the priests said coldly. "People of the Death Realm all come from the Living Realm. How can you bear to lay a hand on the younger generation?!"
"Ah," the white undead covered his head again. "Wasn't what we said clear? The ones we're sending in are juniors too."
"Who are you trying to fool?" The priest sneered. "Since when do the undead have juniors?"
It wasn't that there were no young undead in the Death Realm, but rather that no such mechanism existed there.
The people of the Death Realm were all dead people. Many scholars had studied that world—it was a world even more savage than the wilderness, where undead devoured and evolved through each other. If an undead perished at a young age, it was simply hard for it to survive for long in the Death Realm.
There was no civilization system there, nor any so-called family system. Powers were formed chaotically, and new forces came from the replenishment of living souls without any lifespan limits. In the material world, whoever was strong before they died remained strong afterwards; there was no need for generation-after-generation accumulation like in the real world.
Therefore, there was simply no system for