After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

As the moon surged and the stars shone, the energy of the universe flowed. Oswald stood under the shade of a tree and looked up. The light in his vision was constantly intertwined, weaving into a complex curtain.

The bare branches, stripped of their withered leaves, are desolate and gloomy, with black staircases leading upwards to the Milky Way.

Small cracks appeared in his skin, and sticky, dark flesh spilled out from between his fingers. It seemed to be alive, wrapped around Oswald's palms, and pulsated rhythmically.

He has mastered this power; now, it's time to explore his own body.

The black flesh retracted into its body, leaving a healed black line in the palm of his hand. Oswald gave the order in a deep voice, "Begin."

"Yes, sir."

A look of reluctance flashed across Elena's face. She held her breath, bit her lip, and drew the bone knife from her waist.

A cold glint flashed in the darkness as Elena stepped forward and, in the blink of an eye, sliced ​​open the flesh in front of Oswald's chest.

With his hand gripping the crack, Oswald flipped the chest cavity open and urged the still-stunned Elene, "Let's not worry about these things, quickly take a look at the condition of my lungs."

With the blade sheathed, Elena reluctantly raised her eyes, first tapping Oswald's thick ribs, then slowly extending her hand.

She grasped the cold organ, winked at Oswald, and asked, "Can your heart feel my warmth, sir?"

"Hmm... I can feel it." Oswald remained silent. If Jenny were here, the two of them would definitely fight.

No, perhaps Jenny will remain silent, after all, she is now an undead and doesn't need to care about issues like disinfection and sterilization.

After observing the Duke's internal structure for a while, Elena felt that he was getting further and further away from humanity, and wondered if it would affect the next generation.

"The adult's lungs are indeed moving." Alene pulled her attention back and focused on pressing her hand against the constantly opening and closing lungs. "There's no warmth, no stench of death, and no blood circulating in the adult."

"But the energy circulating inside... is strong and powerful, and there are signs that it is spreading to other organs."

This was the first time Elena had encountered such a strange situation. Rather than saying that Oswald had come back to life, it was more accurate to say that the unique fluctuations of energy were reshaping his internal organs.

The night wind whistled through the woods, and Oswald recalled the breeze swirling around his heart. It seemed that after becoming an undead, wind energy had also found its own place in his body.

Undead... Oswald fell silent. Most undead only had skeletons and no flesh, so he was the first person to face this situation.

It seems I need to cherish my body more from now on.

The black flesh quickly stitched up the wound, leaving a black line. Oswald dressed, clenched his fist, and pointed into the distance.

With a muffled boom, invisible energy pierced through space, blasting a large tree into fragments.

Like electricity, lightning possesses terrifying power that can erupt instantly; however, electricity tends to produce electrical discharges, while lightning harnesses the power of sound waves.

Oswald really liked this kind of instant-cast skill. Like the Abyss Gaze in the Undead magic, why bother aiming? Just raise your hand and fire.

However, after absorbing so much lightning element, is this the only ability I can use?

(System, do you have any cultivation techniques I can learn?)

Following Elene to the riverbank, Oswald used the moment while she was washing her hands to mentally activate the system.

The system took a long time to come back online, it seems like it had just returned from visiting other places.

[A time traveler next door went mad and attempted suicide several times; the scene was truly spectacular.]

While waiting for the system to run, Oswald and Eleanor had already left the forest and returned to the village.

Elena lay quietly asleep in bed, while Oswald sat at his desk, meticulously sketching the village's topography and recording the surrounding resources.

In the darkness, he stopped writing, glanced at the sleeping Elena, and asked softly in his mind.

(What happened?)

[Like the host, that transmigrator is also in a role-playing mission, but he's much better off than you; he's got the protagonist's script.]

[This was probably an oversight on his system's part. The transmigrator actually liked the female supporting character, not the female lead, and during this period, they happened to be on the storyline where the female supporting character died.]

[The transmigrator had been plotting for a long time, wanting to change the plot. The system thought the task was too easy and didn't react in time, causing the plot to suddenly collapse. By chance, the female supporting character encountered the final boss, who was just passing by and was still lurking...]

[In the end, the female supporting character still died, and the transmigrator went mad, wanting to commit suicide for love. Even several of our systems couldn't stop him.]

[The current situation is that we worked together to save the female supporting character's soul. As for what to do next, well... this system will probably have to find a new transmigrator.]

(Is this a common occurrence?)

To be honest, Oswald was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that among the transmigrators of today, there would still be such a steadfast warrior of pure love.

And that guy was really good at hiding it. You know, the systems have the authority to read the memories of transmigrators. The fact that he managed to keep his crush a secret from the system is truly impressive.

[This is uncommon because the system's selection process for transmigrators is very lengthy, and it's unlikely to make a mistake. Since the last time a certain individual went mad and devoured the entire world due to a misunderstanding with the system, the system has upgraded and adjusted its welfare policies and humanistic care for transmigrators.]

Oswald is silent; silence is Cambridge tonight.

(Welfare policies, humanitarian care... what about me? Why haven't I benefited from them?)

[Ahem, let's not be so formal. Ahem, it seems another system is calling this system. This system will log off now and won't disturb the host any longer.]

The system reacted faster than a rabbit, creating a series of noises in Oswald's mind.

This guy...

Oswald chuckled and refocused on his work.

To get rich, build roads first. In his vision, the main roads between major cities should all be replaced with cement roads.

The dirt roads in each village need to be connected to the main road, spreading out like a tree network to facilitate villagers' travel and the transfer of goods.

To do this job well, topographic mapping is essential.

Using his psychic vision skill, Oswald could see clearly even in the dark, sketching out the terrain and landforms along the way stroke by stroke.

Inside the room, the only sounds were Elena turning over and the rustling of her pen.

However, the system hurriedly came back online late at night.

[Host, the plan has changed. The higher-ups haven't approved the option of replacing the transmigrator. After discussing it among the systems, we've decided to request your help.]

Oswald tilted his head, puzzled. (My help? How can I help you?)

[Using the host's power, we transform the female supporting character into an undead, thus rendering her as dead and making her an extra existence in the story. Finally, we reinstall her soul, perfect.]

(you……)

The systems' thought processes are so outrageous that even Oswald doesn't know what to say. And doesn't anyone care about the female lead's feelings?

And what do you mean by "even if I'm dead"? Did you ever consider my feelings when you said that? Am I an undead? Am I even an undead?

Upon further reflection, Oswald quickly calmed down and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that I am also an extra character in the story?

[Host, stop thinking nonsense. Your body's already getting stale. You should also think about your fellow villager's future sexual well-being.]

Oswald snapped out of his daze. (Okay, what should I do?)

[The system will open a channel shortly. The host only needs to pour in the immortality magic. Considering the energy loss, please give it your all.]

Nodding knowingly, Oswald quickly got up, left the room, and closed the door.

Before long, a translucent passage with spatial ripples opened, and Oswald stretched out his hand, unleashing a vast amount of immortal magic that continuously poured into the irregularly rotating passage.