I Pick Up My Own Head

The hall was silent.

The Temple Guards all had strange looks in their eyes. The Necromancer had taken down the entire hall with one spell, clearly someone not to be trifled with, and the temple was in the wrong to begin with. The Priest and the other party had barely reached a compensation agreement and were about to leave when this guy, for some inexplicable reason, decided to nitpick about the other party's Skeleton being abnormal!

Is this guy sick?!

Young Priest John opened his mouth, then quickly covered it with his hands. Muffled sounds came from his mouth, and the freckles on his face seemed to twist and bulge out.

Spearman Raymond's mouth hung open, Shield Warrior Wally's eyes widened, and Archer Thorn's red hair seemed ready to ignite...

Little Grete, wake up!

That's a Necromancer, a Necromancer! What are you arguing with him about a Skeleton being abnormal? You were such a good child, we all watched you grow up. What happened after you were enlightened by the Nature God to become so strange?

Priest Donald lay on his back, pinned by the big cat, not daring to move. The big cat on him, however, raised its head, its golden eyes darting between Grete and the Golden Skeleton, its tail flicking back and forth with amusement.

With such a pet, the Necromancer was naturally even more interested. He took a step forward, looked up at the skull, then bent down to examine the pelvis. He looked left and right but couldn't figure it out, so he turned to Grete and asked:

"…How exactly do you look at this?"

"This is simple!"

Grete answered without thinking:

"Look, this skull…"

The Golden Skeleton was quite tall, and Grete had to stand on tiptoe, struggling a bit. The Golden Skeleton turned its head to "look" at him, then suddenly raised its hand, took off its own head, and handed the skull to Grete. Two flames flickered in the dark eye sockets, staring at him ominously from the Skeleton's palm.

Grete: "..."

Don't do that, you're stressing me out...

He tried to calm himself. No matter how a Skeleton could pick up its own head, the gender of the skull would never change—as long as it didn't change, he had something to talk about.

Of course, the anatomical features of people from other worlds might differ, but that was another matter.

He didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he stepped to the side and pointed at the skull, speaking eloquently:

"Look at the forehead and the top. This is curved. If it were female, the forehead would be vertical and the top flat; look at the brow ridge, it's clearly prominent, and there are many small holes on the surface, see? In females, the brow ridge is not prominent, and there are basically no small holes; then look at the root of the nose..."

The content of Forensic Medicine he had learned and memorized in his third year, flowing out without omission.

He should have forgotten it long ago.

He forgot it right after the exam.

Anyway, he studied Clinical Medicine, not Forensic Medicine. Such unimportant subjects didn't need to take up memory space.

But now, he remembered it all clearly, even down to which page and line, and how the diagrams in the textbook looked.

Grete even remembered the funny face he had drawn in the corner of the page.

It seemed that being transmigrated wasn't without its perks...

He was a little happy about it ^_^

After transmigrating, his chances of surviving smoothly had increased by another point!

Good news always made people happy. Grete unconsciously curled his lips, his speaking speed to the Necromancer and the Golden Skeleton increasing, his tone becoming gentler. Unknowingly, he had adopted the air of a senior physician from his days teaching students at the medical school.

As he sped up, the Skeleton remained expressionless (it couldn't have any expression anyway), but the two flames in its skull went from flickering to completely still. It looked like it had completely given up, treating itself as an emotionless display stand;

And in the Necromancer's eyes, ripples clearly appeared. His legs swayed, and it looked like he was about to collapse.

"Okay, we're done with the skull, let's look at the pelvis..."

Grete reached out and poked the Skeleton's head twice. Only then did the Skeleton react, fumbling to put its head back on. Grete nodded in satisfaction and bent down to examine the pelvis:

"This is the hip bone. The pubic symphysis is so wide and flat, the angle must be greater than 90 degrees. It's definitely a female. Tsk, look at the marks on the back after turning around, this woman has given birth!"

He lowered his head, the Necromancer followed, he bent over, the Necromancer followed. After bending over, he twisted his neck to look up, and the Necromancer...

The Necromancer straightened up, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers with a "pop."

With a rattling sound, the Golden Skeleton, which had been standing straight moments ago, collapsed into a heap right in front of Grete.

Grete jumped back!

What the heck, how can this thing collapse? Ran out of power? Magic dissipated? But then again, without joints, ligaments, or muscles, these bones should collapse, not stand...

He mused as he imagined, then saw the finger bones, ulna, radius, vertebrae, ribs, reassembling like a slow-motion animation. Vertebrae stacked up one by one, ribs attached front and back, shoulder blades, arms, fingers extending one by one...

Finally, a headless Skeleton, half-assembled, its upper body planted straight on the ground. One hand propped itself up, the other fumbled around, found its pelvis, and shakily lifted it up.

Grete: "..."

Does it think we're tired from bending over to look, so it disassembled itself and lifted the bones for us to see?

But the height isn't enough!

He looked at the Necromancer, and the Necromancer looked at him. After a moment of speechless staring, the Necromancer snapped his fingers again, and the Golden Skeleton's toe bones, tibia, and femur began to assemble piece by piece...

The lower half of the Skeleton stood on the ground. The upper half of the headless Skeleton reached out a hand, grabbed the femur head, and pulled hard, lifting itself up and placing it on top. A bony hand held the pelvis, and another bony hand scooped up the skull from the ground, lifting it up in the same way...

Then, without the support of the pelvis, the upper half swayed and toppled to the side.

It fell.

"Meeeowwwwwwwwww--"

A loud meow. Gret turned his head and saw the black cat with white boots leap lightly off the Priest's body. The cat's tail flicked against the ground, paws in the air, rolling all over the floor…

Hey, isn't laughing like that going too far! You're a cat!

The Necromancer's face was completely flushed. The bone staff in its hand paused, controlling the Golden Skeleton to return to its original state. It pointed forward again, and the stone door at the deepest part of the hall creaked open, revealing a passage. Then, the muscles in its face twitched, and it forced a smile:

"Shall we go in and talk?"

Gret nodded happily. The Necromancer strode forward, the black cat wagging its tail to lead the way, and the Golden Skeleton clattered along behind. After a few steps, the Necromancer suddenly stopped and shouted coldly:

"You! None of you are getting away!"

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