Turning Back

In the end, Benjamin's exploration had to be cut short because his backpack had run out of space.

At first, he simply flew north, killing every undead creature he encountered and collecting their corpses to bring back to the academy for research. After exploring for more than half a day, they left the wasteland and flew into an endless swamp.

Whenever they approached the swamp, more undead creatures crawled out of the mud-like ground, baring their fangs and claws as they glared at them. This was probably the instinctive hatred the dead held for the living, as the legends said.

Yet Benjamin had never managed to make heads or tails of these countless varieties of undead creatures.

"This is so boring. Why are the undead all just beasts that only know how to act on instinct?" the System could not help complaining. "Can't some wise and powerful undead lord pop out of nowhere and punch you all the way to your grandmother's house?"

"...What good would that do you?"

"It'd be fun."

"..."

Benjamin returned to the Consciousness Space, viciously kicked the System a few times, then returned to reality. Dick beside him had not even noticed what had happened.

In fact, other than fear and tension, Dick probably could not notice anything else right now.

"I'm begging you, can we go back already? This place... this place is really terrifying." His whimpering plea had nearly run through the entire expedition. "And... could you stop putting those creepy corpses into my bag? I keep feeling like they're secretly moving around inside it..."

Benjamin smiled and continued flying as though he had heard nothing.

In truth, he had long since erected a wall of air around Dick, sealing his voice inside so that not a single word of complaint could get