[Bricklayer Gets Rich] discovered for the first time that dragging his own corpse was also a labor-intensive task.
He grabbed his old body's legs and dragged it in front of the Skeleton Leviathan. The armor had already been stripped away, but the corpse still carried the stench of monster blood and the Old Battlefield, leaving an intermittent trail of blood behind it.
"Is this spot okay?"
"A little farther left." Hannibal stood beside the skull and directed him. "Don't let it step on it the moment it lifts a leg. We're teaching it to go around it, not helping you dispose of your old body while we're at it."
Bricklayer Gets Rich dragged it a little farther, then straightened up and looked at Bi Ren Liang Mou. "Does he always talk like he's begging to be punched?"
"Sometimes he doesn't talk."
"When?"
"After someone beats him to death."
Hannibal poked his head out from behind the skeleton. "Are you two done chatting? We're starting!"
He had the nutrient sac behind the skull tighten slightly, and the living nerves inside became active. The muscles beneath its abdomen tensed again, while several tendon cords lifted from the ground. Bi Ren Liang Mou also unlocked the skeletal joints, and the Skeleton Leviathan slowly took its first step.
The moment the corpse's scent entered its range, the massive skull turned left. The Wetware followed the movements it had memorized earlier, driving the skeleton toward the "remains."
"Stop."
Liang Mou pressed down with his palm, and grayish-white psionic energy swept through the load-bearing bones. The raised foreleg stopped in midair, then came down to the right of the corpse. Under his control, the entire skeleton changed direction, circled around from the side, and returned to its original position.
The second time followed the same process.