Negotiation!

Knock, knock...

The dull knocking sounded especially grating in the silent space, and more and more gazes turned toward it.

Under normal circumstances, it was hard to imagine why a house that looked as though it had been made from mud would produce a metallic sound when someone knocked on its door.

But in reality, all high-level necromancers knew that this was what metal in the dead realm looked like...

Knock, knock...

The knocking came again, neither hurried nor slow, as casual as a visit between ordinary friends. The visitor showed no impatience despite the other party's long refusal to open the door. But in a place like this, impatience outside someone else's home was useless...

That was because the first rule of this space was: one could only enter after being invited!

This was the most basic rule here. Violating it would damage the structure of the space, something the beings living here could hardly allow.

It had taken great effort to obtain a space where they could communicate with the outside world, as well as a stable transit station with a chance of escaping the dead realm. No one would allow it to be destroyed. Whoever dared damage this place would have to bear the wrath of thousands of terrifying undead!

No one who came here was ordinary, but for that very reason, no one dared offend the masses. They all knew that no one could face the fury of thousands of traders in this space...

After an unknown length of time, the door creaked open. A Black Shadow filled with flowing fluid slowly poked its head out. When it saw the elf without a mask, its pupils shrank slightly, and it rasped, "What a rare guest..."

The elf slowly raised her head to look at the towering