At that moment, the Zombie Trail, which had just been noisy and filled with drifting "fireflies," briefly returned to peace.
"Ryan, how long will it take for the next batch of zombies?" Kate tugged on Ryan's left hand and asked curiously, interrupting his renewed thoughts about wizards.
"About an hour." Ryan casually sensed the magic contained within the land across from them.
"Ah, it'll take that long?!" Kate boredly waved her wand.
"It won't take that long. You just need to inject magic into the ground to speed up the zombies' revival," Ryan reminded her.
This land itself contained all the magic accumulated over the years, from the day it opened until now.
The reason it recovered so slowly was mainly because nearly all the zombies had been physically destroyed.
Although no traces of magic above a Poison Curse remained, the sheer scale of the damage was too great. Even more than half the tombstones had been destroyed. If that kind of damage happened another ten times or so, this graveyard—the Zombie Trail—could be considered ruined.
For the sake of his own gaming experience, Ryan began slowly sensing the land. Invisible, colorless magic, like a perpetual-motion machine, gradually flowed into it.
Bzzzz! Bzzzz!
All the tombstones began to tremble slowly. As time passed, brand-new tombstones rose from beneath the earth one after another. At this very moment, even an invisible poltergeist seemed on the verge of being born.
Ryan stopped injecting magic. It was not yet time for a poltergeist to be born. If one appeared now, the wizards later in Terror Trips would definitely make trouble over it.
Because poltergeists were immortal, like ghosts, there was nothing much to hide. Ryan and the others probably would not have to deal with ridiculous tricks like having their memories wiped.
But