"Although Soul Returning Corpses possessed tremendous strength, they were still living creatures and needed to eat... That wasn't a flaw..."
Simon understood this perfectly. "In modern society, the moment a corpse appears—or a dead body comes back to life—it immediately draws intense scrutiny from the Police Station... But Soul Returning Corpses are different. If I loosen my control, they look like a bunch of imbeciles or idiots... No matter what, they're not dead... If a bunch of homeless people turned into idiots, society probably wouldn't even notice, would it? After all, what difference does it make whether the people rummaging through trash cans for food are mentally disabled or not? They're the easiest to hide..."
Some high-level Soul Returning Corpses, after training, could even pass for tall, taciturn bodyguards. That would save a lot of trouble.
"And besides... according to the Voodoo Ritual Codex, Soul Returning Corpses are very effective against many curses and Wicked Spells... because those spells only work on the living. If I enslave a corpse to shield me, the spell will just pass right through it and still hit me! But a Soul Returning Corpse can block it!"
Simon murmured excitedly as he took out the materials for the ritual:
A piece of oat bread, a handful of white salt, and several bottles and jars.
"I bestow my power... upon my servant!"
Simon began chanting the incantation. Flickering firelight and moonlight made the scene even more horrifying.
He tore off a piece of oat bread and sprinkled it with white salt. "May the salt cleanse your soul, and may the crops strengthen your body..."
Then Simon dripped a few drops of Datura Flower juice onto it, forced it into the homeless man's mouth, and kept reciting the incantation as he massaged the man's throat and other