Hill touched his pendant and pulled out a thick file.
It had come from William: a list of Undead applying for Postmortem Conversion in Hill Territory.
The first name was Old Cat.
Then came Yue Xiaoluo.
The other settlers had not thought that far ahead. They probably felt their contribution points were insufficient, so they simply did not bother applying.
Most of the remaining applicants came from Black Rose. Quite a few wanted to become residents of Hill Territory after retirement... though the largest number still wanted to convert into NPCs in Black Rose City.
Those who wanted to come to Hill probably felt they had suffered enough already and did not want their data selves to suffer as well... which meant NPCs would likely have to join them in defending the city.
Moreover, they had to be bound to the Space-Time Temple and could only move within a five-thousand-meter radius of it.
Though that was enough for an NPC to live a normal life, many still found such a life far too dull.
The people who wanted to settle in Hill presumably hoped that when others—especially their own relatives—encountered them, they would see a happy life spent in a beautiful little valley town lush with fragrant grass, rather than a laborer constantly covered in dust and crouching around to defend the city every few days.
They had worked all their lives, both in reality and in games. After death, they ought to enjoy themselves... The Undead were experienced by now and knew that their data avatars in games would basically regard themselves as the original person.
They spoke and acted much as they had in life, except they would never change.
Thus, any Undead who felt they could submit an application had surely considered a great deal.
Those applying