Chapter 7

[Skeleton Hunting Dog]

[Level: 5 (0/1500)]

[Attributes: Constitution 12, Strength 14, Agility 16, Perception 5, Intelligence 5, Charm 4.]

[Traits: Hollow Skeleton, Basic Soul Fire.]

[Basic Soul Fire: This undead unit possesses the Basic Soul Fire and can understand and execute simple commands.]

Being only a skeleton, one could hardly tell that it used to be a Teddy—especially given its size being closer to a lion’s.

The Skeleton Dog’s attributes are considerably higher in terms of strength and agility.

On the other hand, its constitution appears to be somewhat lower.

On the traits front, a new element, Basic Soul Fire, has been added.

The description clarifies that the skeleton now possesses a Soul Fire, enabling it to understand and execute simple commands.

This is, in fact, quite beneficial.

Although the Skeleton Warriors are useful, they are rather rigid. Supervision is necessary for them to execute commands, and they find it particularly hard to comprehend more complex commands.

Now with the Soul Fire in place, they can comprehend a wider range of commands.

However, it’s unclear how this Soul Fire came about.

Is it a special type of undead?

Or is it something that comes with ascending to a certain level?

Baffling as it is, this question must be shelved for now.

After reviewing the attributes, just when something scattered across the ground caught his eye as he prepared to scour the room with the skeleton soldiers.

“Brain matter?”

In the spot where the body’s head used to be, there remained a milky-white fleshy substance.

It was easily spotted against the scattered remains because it stood out significantly.

Under the influence of the Bone Manipulation Skill, the flesh and blood of the summoned creatures had melted on the ground like hot wax, whether it was skin or internal organs.

Yet this ‘particular piece of meat’ still retained its texture very well and was instantly noticeable.

“Did Teddy have a tumor?”

He used his iron spear to pick out this piece of meat, picked it up and examined it in his hand.

About the size of a bead, it had some elasticity, felt like he was holding a chunk of jelly.

What could it be?

Clang clang clang~!

As Wu Heng was examining the piece of meat, the iron railing began shaking again, startling him into a slight shiver.

He looked up to see the Skeleton Teddy hugging the stair railing with its front limbs, crazily shaking its hips.

The pelvis banging against the railing caused a clanging noise.

The echoing noise through the whole corridor attracted zombies outside to start banging on the door.

“Damn it!”

Wu Heng was left speechless.

Without that part anymore, why would it still act like that?

“Stop it!” Wu Heng immediately ordered.

The Skeleton Teddy instinctively shook its hips a couple more times before looking up at him.

In the hollow eye sockets, the flicker of Soul Fire could be seen.

“Stay in place.” Wu Heng ordered again.

The Skeleton Teddy sat on the spot, refraining from further peculiar movements.

This slight interruption depleted his enthusiasm for further investigation. He put the piece of meat into a plastic bag, then set off downstairs with the skeletons.

After confirming the front door was tightly shut with no risk of opening,

He started turning the zombies killed by the Zombie Teddy in the hallway into skeletons. Then began the task of house-by-house looting.

Everything that could be of use to him or sold in Black Stone Town was packed into his backpack and taken out.

Only after wrapping up did he leave the building and head back to Black Stone Town.

…

Upon returning to Black Stone Town, Wu Heng went straight to the Deer Antler Shop.

The shop owner seemed quite enthusiastic.

Apparently, the resin he sold last time had earned him a handsome profit.

“Mr. Wu Heng, do you have something else to sell today?” the shop owner asked, his face beaming with expectation.

“I’m here to buy something.”

The shop owner’s smile didn’t wane as he continued to ask, “What do you need?”

“Do you have any medicine for injuries?” asked Wu Heng.

He didn’t feel much during the fight, but after it ended, his whole body was aching.

Though there were no obvious wounds, there were signs of bruising on his shoulder and arm.

“Yes,” the shop owner said, bending down to take two glass vials from the counter, “Depending on the type of injury, different potions are needed.”

Wu Heng rolled up his sleeves, giving the other party a glance, “This… I tripped.”

“In that case, a small dose of the potion should help,” the shopkeeper continued.

“Alright, how much does it cost?”

“1 silver, and 30 copper pieces.”

Potion knowledge in this world is well developed, even if you have not used them you would have heard of some of their effects.

Wu Heng paid for the potion and picked it up.

[Small Healing Potion]

(Description: A potion with healing properties.)

Without further hesitation, he tossed his head back and drank it.

As the potion went down his throat, he could feel a warm sensation spreading through his body.

The pain in his body was evidently alleviated.

Its effects were astonishingly quick.

He bought a few more healing potions and spirit potions from the shopkeeper after.

He suddenly thought of the chunks of flesh that dropped from the zombies he killed.

He opened his pack to take a look and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

[Mutated Corpse Core]

(Description: The crystallized energy of a mutated creature, it can enhance ones physical constitution but has a chance of being contaminated by toxins.)

It now has properties displayed.

There was no change in the Zombie World, but here it showed its properties.

His system prompts seem to be linked with this alternate world, the related prompts only show up when there is a connection made with this world.

Just like how his and the skeleton’s properties only became visible after he became a necromancer.

Although it was just a guess, it is probably accurate.

“Is there a problem? The potion bottles are quite sturdy and won’t shatter easily,” said the shopkeeper as he noticed Wu Heng looking into his pack.

Wu Heng looked up and asked, “Boss, I have a friend who obtained some meat from a creature, it felt like the meat had the ability to alter one’s constitution, but he’s worried it might be poisonous, what should he do?”

“What you’re talking about should be a creature material. These materials detached from creatures are one type of alchemical potion ingredient, I don’t recommend your friend experimenting with it themselves. It would be best to send it to an alchemist for identification. If you’re not comfortable with that, you can also post a request at the Adventurer’s Association. Although it will cost some money, the main point here is safety,” the shopkeeper said as he tidied up the desk.

One type of alchemical material?

Post a request…

Wu Heng pondered for a bit and felt that the suggestion was sound.

Seeing that more customers were entering the shop, Wu Heng didn’t linger any longer.

After greeting the shopkeeper, he left.

Standing at the entrance, he decided to head towards the central area.

…

The Adventurer’s Association, established about five hundred years ago.

At first, it was just a group of closely-knit adventurers who set up a base for cooperative adventures and for the exchange of information.

However, as time passed, the Adventurer Base’s fame and influence spread across the world, covering all races and kingdoms.

As the number of members and influence grew, the Adventure Base officially renamed itself Adventurer’s Association.

Branches were set up everywhere to help adventurers while also serving as a monitoring entity.

Wu Heng’s Necromancer Profession Skill Book was obtained from the Association.

The Adventurer’s Hall was grand and spacious.

It was filled with adventurers of all kinds.

There were muscular men whose skin shone with oil, warriors clad in silver armor with greatswords on their backs.

And female archers with slender figures, clad in form-fitting leather armor.

It was like walking into a grand cosplay event, the only pity was that the female adventurers armor were highly protective, there were no bikini-style armors.

“Not sexy at all,” Wu Heng muttered under his breath.

The reception desk was at the front, with receptionists handling the adventurers’ various inquiries.

There was also a display board to one side with various bounty and mission postings like capturing wanted criminals, hunting magical beasts, collecting information and so on.

Completing the posted tasks would earn currency and item rewards.

Money was the common reward, but item rewards could be anything from items to skill books, notes from predeceased explorers, magical items, or weapons and armor.

The Adventurer’s Association spans all races and holds a terrifying amount of materials and resources. Whatever you need, they are likely to have it.

Wu Heng merely glanced at the board, none of it piqued his interest.

Capturing wanted criminals, hunting magical creatures, none of them were safe jobs.

Being a novice who had just changed professions, he couldn’t participate in any of them.

Upon reaching the reception desk, the receptionist greeted him with a smile, “Sir, how may I assist you?”

“I would like to post a request.”