An Extra’s POV

"What appears to be the issue? Perhaps I could assist in enlightening you."

Once again, there was a condescending element in the tone of the black-suited man despite how polite his words were.

Claudius could tell that this man saw them as inferior.

It didn't particularly vex him—though Claudius didn't like the anxiety that came with that realization.

"Why can your Undead regenerate? Does it have a Skill to do so? It didn't seem like the type to possess healing-type Skills."

"Hmm…?" The black suited man cocked his head slightly.

'Is he playing dumb? Did he not understand my question?' Claudius thought to himself.

Either way, the more time went by, the better for them. Stalling for the moment Shuri would be done with her Summoning was one strategy he could employ.

Still… he was curious.

"I've merged corpses before, so I know they do not possess such qualities. As long as they do not possess the inherent Skills in that particular field, they can not exhibit such special abilities." Claudius spoke audaciously, taking a step forward.

He had to let this man know that he too was an experienced Necromancer who had spent his whole life exploring the art.

"It's also very unlikely, or impossible, for you to have healed the Corpse on your own. Your Skill Limit is full, and even if it wasn't… I didn't see you activate a Skill."

Claudius had explored all the options, so he desired a response out of the current conundrum.

"So how did you do it?"

For a moment, there was silence.

Tension rose in the air.

All the thousand members of the Mercenary Gang were careful about even their breathing as they watched with palpable anxiety.

Unlike the likes of Claudius and Feyu, they knew full well how powerless they would be against the Compound Corpse.

It was too strong and fast for them.

to show the gap that existed

seemed to last for an eternity, a

"Kukukukuku…"

widened

"… Kukukuahahahahahahahaaha!"

even more, taking in the sight of malevolence before

ugly cackles of the man before them. It sounded like metal scraping metal, loud

despite all of this, furrowing his brow as he

What in the world…' His eyes were blurry

'… Is that man?!'

thought, however, the laughing man suddenly stopped

face, but it was the kind that a person had when they saw an ant that they lit

utter

ability? Healing? How much

know how to

been practicing Necromancy for thirty years

was the best expert he had ever encountered,

there

… Until now.

Compound Corpse? You

found

the same

faced was the same

think they were

have been a little underestimated. Why would I

it crude?' At this point, Claudius was bordering on the

wasn't particularly low-leveled. Its benefits

any further into the craft was because of the amount of people he would need to kill to get the materials necessary for a proper Clustered

was incredibly higher than other techniques—but that only

physical well-being,

he calls it

Technique… one

about?' Claudius found himself on the borders of

about Magic