"I see..."
Hall fell into deep thought upon hearing this, a serious expression appearing on his face for the first time, as if this matter was extraordinary to him.
The Grand Duke was clearly more serious about this matter than Sailesi had been a few months earlier.
The reason for this is not because Hall has an extreme personality or likes to cling to his name.
Ultimately, this is a problem stemming from the Hall capabilities.
Unlike the other six Grand Dukes who never changed their original bodies, Hall changed countless bodies over thousands of years.
It makes sense, considering that in that chaotic ancient world where all races coexisted, the vampire clan, as one of the ultimate winners, naturally used every means at their disposal.
Hall, High Tier who can freely possess others, naturally thrives in the chaotic world, much like a gamer in another world, having changed bodies countless times and experienced countless unforgettable moments.
He had used bodies that included men and women, the old and the young, commoners and nobles, and all sorts of strange races... It could be said that no matter what kind of body it was, this consciousness Hall could manipulate it at will.
For example, Hall One, Two, and Three, who entered the final round, were respectively High Tier pieced-together corpse that escaped from Valhalla, a half-dragon body that originally only had Low Tier strength, and an ordinary Blood Corpse that was just found.
Regardless of his physique, Hall was able to rely on his superb acting skills to ensure that he wouldn't give himself away in a short period of time.
He is actually the best actor in the world.
Hall's near-immortality and unique nature undoubtedly gave him ample experience in impersonating others.
So how did he maintain himself throughout those long years?
The answer is the name.
The names of the seven Grand Dukes were all bestowed by the deceased vampire True Ancestor.
Over time, the word " Hall " has become more than just a name; it has become a word with profound meaning.
Before the Demonic Tide, some places even had slang and myths related to the Hall.
It could be said that this name was the most important thing to the Hall at this moment; his desire for the name even surpassed his desire for power.
Like Hall Number Four, he would rather have nothing, be confined within high walls, and play chess and cards with his useless relatives every day, than give up the name Hall.
His obsession with names is evident.
But to join the Skeleton Alliance, one has to give up this name...
If he changes his name or codename, is he still the same Hall Number Three?
Or perhaps, he will become a newborn skeleton who inherits all of Hall Number Three's memories and power?
Hall didn't know the answer to the question, and he knew that he couldn't ask it directly, so he could only ask his own heart.
Standing before the stone gate, gazing at that inscription, Hall, after a long period of contemplation, finally made up his mind.
If there were a skeleton, possessing all his memories, all his power, and the unwavering belief that he would live at any cost...
That was Hall.
Even if his true "self" were dead, he would still acknowledge this successor, just as he had countless times retrieved his cultivated clones from other people's bodies...
"I've made up my mind."
Hall looked at the [ Crown ] and the [ Nether Crossing ]:
Let's go inside.
"Good."
[ The Crown ] pushed open the stone door in front of the Hall, while Sailesi walked behind him and asked in a casual tone:
"What is the code name?"
"Good question."
Hall composed himself, and before his eyes flashed every person he had ever played and every face he had ever worn throughout his long life.
Those faces flashed before his eyes, including their parents, lovers, children, friends, relatives, and even enemies...
Those humans, or other intelligent beings of some other race, gave him countless memories.
The joy of seeing a loved one come back to life, the fear of realizing the truth of the resurrection, the numbness of self-hypnosis due to the inability to face reality, the horror of witnessing a beloved person gradually Alienation...
Those emotions are Hall's memories, the nourishment of his personality, and the anchor that holds him together.
He stepped through the stone gate and into the space behind it.
"It's just a new journey."
Hall said this to himself, turning to look at [ Nether Crossing ] who had introduced him, his tone tinged with nostalgia and a hint of uncertainty:
"[ Thousand Faces ], call me [ Thousand Faces ]."
[ The Crown ], seeing that Sailesi showed signs of stopping, suddenly said:
"Come in with me."
"This..."
As Sailesi thought of the scene inside the stone chamber and the fate that Hall was about to face, he felt a pang of sympathy for his fellow human beings.
He had also encountered Hall's self-perception problem, which made Sailesi somewhat unwilling or even afraid to engage with it.
[ The Crown ], perhaps sensing Sailesi's hesitation, continued:
"You were injured, and I was going to take you here for treatment anyway."
"Oh, right."
Sailesi looked down at his empty leg and realized that he only had one leg. Without levitation using his Psionic Energy, he would hop around like a shrimp.
So he entered the stone chamber filled with crystal clusters again, following Hall and looking at the surrounding scenery.
[ Crown ] made a few hand gestures in the air in front of him, and a second platform made of crystal clusters rose up on the ground.
He pointed to one platform, gesturing for the Hall to lie down and wait, then pointed to another platform and said to Sailesi:
"There's some good news, not too bad, while you were away."
"Please speak."
[ Crown ] nodded and said:
"Among the skeletons brought back from the front lines, a batch had no memory marks, which, according to analysis, came from the Soul Returner mercenaries."
"It would be a waste to use those skeletons directly to make weapons, but they would be much more effective to repair bodies."
"After all, we've been through it all; we know that limb reattachment after a serious injury can lead to a period of memory loss."
So you knew all along?
While Sailesi was shocked, he also felt that the Skeleton Alliance was truly inhuman.
If you know that limb reattachment can have side effects, why were you banished to the Demon Realm right after you had Giant Arms reattached?
Do you really not treat temporary workers like human beings?
These beasts!
Sailesi cursed under his breath and followed the [ Crown ]'s guidance to lie down on another crystal cluster platform.
He and Hall were standing less than a meter apart, gazing at each other from afar, and a subtle feeling of camaraderie arose between them.
[ Crown ] stood between the two operating tables, looking left and right at the Hall and Sailesi, and spoke softly:
"Who... goes first?"
Hall gritted his teeth:
"Me first!"