There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 439, The Savior of the Dead
A wandering undead noticed the strange intruder that had appeared not far away.

In an instant, the state changed.

From a state of dazedness to mania, they frantically lunged at the unfamiliar presence before them.

Actually, it's quite counterintuitive.

"The dead can die too."

It is not killed, but rather it is a natural self-destruction that occurs after a long period of existence has reached its limit.

Even if negative energy is constantly abundant and there is no fighting in the living environment, as time goes by, the undead, who have already returned from death, will still die again.

The monks have consistently denied the existence of this situation.

"Witness a spirit die of old age?"

"What an absurd joke!"

But this is something that truly exists.

"The dead also die, and the process of dying is quite undignified."

As the soul gradually withers and decays, it can no longer sustain its own activities. Even the dead, whose hearts are naturally cold and indifferent, cannot endure it.

A gradual numbness, a state of stagnation, until the final madness.

A monster that died and then rose again.

"Is it crazy?"

It's not easy to describe this situation.

It sounds a bit like Alzheimer's disease.

Or to use a more accurate description.

Alzheimer's disease.

"An even longer Alzheimer's."

The reason why this situation is not widely recognized by the beings in the heavens is that...

Often, before they even reach the final moment of their second death, these deranged dead will actively seek destruction.

Just like this crazed skeleton warrior in front of me.

They went so far as to launch attacks on undead of higher rank.

Its attack was ineffective.

Before they could even get any closer, they were swarmed by a group of their fellow skeleton warriors.

Soon after, a mad skull, its jaw removed and completely incapacitated, was placed in front of the small figure.

It was as if we were witnessing a great ceremony.

The skeletons gathered around him quietly awaited what was about to happen.

Under the black cloak.

A smooth, beautiful, yet very bony arm stretched out.

A ball of golden flame appeared.

It must be said that rest in peace is truly a great power.

Those who are alive need to rest.

The dead need to rest in peace.

Those who have died and come back to life also deserve to rest in peace.

A peaceful, eternal sleep.

How wonderful.

Especially for these frenzied undead.

Shortly after.

One more person joined the pilgrimage group.

The small, thin figure did not stop its pace, advancing step by step into the depths of this desolate wasteland of bones.

The savior of the dead has appeared.

………….

A beautiful world.

Yes, that is the name of this world.

An indescribable strangeness.

"A beautiful world?"

It seems more like a description than a name.

But it embodies the pride that the inhabitants of this world have in their own world.

"This is a beautiful world, and this beautiful world is my hometown!"

The original inhabitants of this world were a group of humans with blue skin.

Calling it human is a stretch; it feels more like a hybrid.

Possessing considerable technological power, at its peak it was even able to leave its original world and truly enter the vast ocean beyond.

It's just a shame.

They are not the only ones who agree with their assessment of their hometown.

The Star-Eating Insects felt the same way.

Following the meteor shower, the mother insect hid beneath the earth, and after accumulating power, the frenzied insects erupted from beneath the earth.

In a very short time, they crushed the resistance of the native inhabitants, turning this rich medium-sized plane into a desolate desert planet.

Inside a space carrier hidden in the thin atmosphere.

An indescribable panic ensued. The arrival of the Star-Eating Insects had already made their situation so difficult.

If their leader hadn't been chosen by that magical game and brought back many novel technologies from the heavens, their race might have completely disappeared from the heavens.

but now.

What they saw now.

Another mad thing has invaded this world.

They arrived in their hometown.

In the command room.

A blue-skinned, patterned native fell face-first onto the metal ground.

A fearful murmur.

"Are we, Yazir, destined to face destruction?"

"What exactly did we do wrong?!"

These negative words reflect the feelings of everyone on the field.

The atmosphere was extremely somber.

Until finally, the figure sitting on the command platform spoke.

"Don't panic, my request for assistance has been accepted, and soon, true powerhouses from all the heavens will come to help us!"

Hoping for help from outsiders is unreliable, but they have no other options now.

They saw this as a lifeline.

One by one, a glimmer of hope was rekindled in each of their figures.

The figure on the command platform is the only god-like game player in this world.

What they didn't notice was.

The figure sitting on the command platform also had fear and panic in his eyes.

Based on its negotiations with the Holy Light Alliance.

Now, the aid should have arrived.

Before requesting intervention, he was already prepared to grant whatever the arriving being desired, even if it wanted the world itself.

"When it comes to survival, everything else can be sacrificed!"

He was prepared for this.

But?

"What about aid?"

He not only did not wait for aid.

But what awaited them was an even more terrifying type of hostile guest.

At this moment, he was more desperate than anyone else.

"Are we, Yazir, destined to face destruction?!"

Such words of resentment rang out.

In the command center, a horrific massacre was being shown on a large screen.

Faced with that endless swarm of insects.

Xiao Yang ultimately decided to take things seriously.

The deep blue chanting behind me swayed gently.

One by one, dark blue shadows appeared on the field, and Xiao Yang was able to enter his second form.

Its body was stretched to be more slender, and the eerie blue light suppressed the bloody color of the scarlet killer, revealing a pair of terrifying scarlet eyes.

The dark blue shadows devoted half their energy to frantically attacking the swarming insects.

The other half was used to kowtow to Xiao Yang.

Madly murmuring and singing.

Even when overwhelmed by insects, it remains unshaken.

Such a scene.

It was both sinister and terrifying.

"He doesn't look like a good person."

Or.

"It doesn't even look human!"

The player, a god in the game, was filled with fear and uncertainty, awaiting the impending aid.

But actually.

Xiao Yang had already arrived.

Xiao Yang had even started his homework.

He is still very efficient.

We don't do much fancy stuff.

This is where the killing begins.

They just kept killing.

Suddenly, the Holy Light Master sent a message.

[Holy Light Boss: Have you arrived yet?]

"Um……?"

(End of this chapter)