After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The smiles of the teachers appeared before his eyes. Oswald gritted his teeth, and the scene changed back to various CG scenes from the original game.

……

That's enough, I really mean that, Thorne.

This time, Oswald slapped himself hard to barely suppress the inexplicable throbbing in his body.

It's unbelievable that he, as an undead, could have such a strong sex drive. Could it be that he's been targeted by Slaanesh?

Fortunately, the system provided backup. If Oswald had been stabbed by that sword during the battle, he didn't even want to imagine what would have happened to him.

He quickened his pace, not even daring to look up at the white clouds in the sky; his imagination was... terrifyingly powerful.

The languid music echoed in my mind again, as if every pore of my body was breathing in hot air, making me feel light and airy, with an unbearable itch deep in my soul.

Unfortunately, the bodies of the undead are unable to satisfy their sexual desires...

[Host, would you like to use that? This system has already prepared it. If human reproductive organs weren't for reproduction, there are actually many ways to make them erect.]

Oswald took a deep breath, veins bulging on his forehead.

(Can't you come up with some normal solutions instead of such bad ideas?)

"How about we try refining the flesh and blood?" Chu Guang suggested after carefully analyzing the current situation. "While preserving the giant python's bones, we can peel away all the flesh and blood and use the power of nature to reshape the body."

"After all, you already possess two of the four elements: wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Both wind and thunder elements are perfectly suited to your body."

(What does "re-refine" mean?)

Upon hearing the unfamiliar term, Oswald, who was already feeling restless, stopped atop a high mountain.

"Transmigrator, you should have already noticed the invasion of lightning elements into your internal organs. If this continues, all your organs except your heart will resonate and vibrate."

"This is also a way for the natural forces to reshape you to some extent. So, if you introduce the four elements at the same time, thoroughly materialize yourself, and then arrange the elemental energies to form the physical matter, your reborn flesh and blood can get rid of the effects of immortality."

Just as Chu Guang finished explaining, the system's cold voice came through.

[You're oversimplifying things. Encountering a divine remnant is a low-probability event. It was only because the goddess actively plotted against us that the host was able to acquire lightning element through such a perfect medium as the divine remnant.]

Blindly introducing other elements will only cause the host to explode and die.

The system was unusually serious for once. Refining flesh and blood was too dangerous. The host was already on the verge of becoming a monster, and if something else went wrong with the body...

No one could bear such consequences, and the system did not want its host to be attacked by other transmigrators.

"This is the only way we can do it. We can't keep the transmigrators in a state of frenzy forever."

Chuguang sighed. Its first adventure was actually to solve that kind of problem for the transmigrator. Who could it reason with?

Oswald shook his head. He trusted the system's judgment. Besides, after venting his emotions, no one could say for sure whether he would return to peace or degenerate into a beast of desire.

Late at night, Oswald, who had never felt so tired since becoming an undead, went to a cave and meditated with his eyes closed.

He tried to enter a state of selflessness, but failed in less than ten minutes.

Even the flickering firelight transformed into that red silhouette, and Oswald himself laughed in exasperation, grabbing the stones on the ground and crushing them one by one.

The hard rock turned to dust in his hands, and was scattered by the wind.

Neither Tongzi nor Chuguang disturbed his rest; instead, they mingled together and studied the blood.

According to them, Oswald possessed excellent magical aptitude after receiving a blood sacrifice, and was able to learn all magical knowledge except for immortality magic.

In other words, if Oswald wanted to, he could even learn life magic.

The story of how I, after falling into the undead, strived to become a priest...

After squeezing the stone, Oswald could only try to distract himself by scratching the cracked stone wall with his hands. As the influence of his emotions grew stronger, the little maid's every smile and frown kept flashing before his eyes.

It has finally come to this... He misses her, and at the same time, a sense of guilt rises in his heart. The more open and honest her love is, the more Oswald regrets his choice in his previous life.

And now, at this very moment, he is still recalling the tenderness of her fingertips.

As dawn broke, Oswald extinguished the fire and continued on his way, leaving behind only a hollowed-out mountain.

The silence that followed, coupled with Oswald's occasional act of crushing a tree trunk, made the system realize that something was amiss.

Normally, Oswald is a man who can control himself, but the aura he exudes now is enough to make the animals in the mountains lose control of their bladders and flee in panic.

There was no other way; to prevent the host from going astray, the system put Oswald's soul to sleep and took control of the body again.

Oswald, whose phone was forcibly shut down while he was walking, sighed and nodded heavily.

"Very good, now you are the host, and I am your system."

After throwing Oswald's soul into the sea, Chu Guang excitedly logged on, intending to indulge in the system's features.

The system happily played along, asking, "[What task would you like me to assign?]"

"A looting mission, we're going to... rob someone!"

The system instantly changed its tune: "[No, we must return to the Northern Territory first.]"

After restarting, Oswald left the remote mountain road and began to move along the main road.

With the wind element operating at high power, his speed was astonishing. It only took him a day and a night to leave the elven kingdom and arrive in the territory of the human kingdom.

The Elf Kingdom suffered a terrible calamity, and the human kingdoms were also in turmoil, especially in the central region, where noble private armies could be seen everywhere, coming to conscript soldiers and collect provisions. They all had solemn expressions, as if they were preparing for a new great war.

And their biggest enemy, as they claim, is leisurely passing by the village entrance at this very moment.

The history of civilization is also the history of war. No matter how noble creatures may boast of themselves, they cannot change the fact that civilization is built on violence.

Even the rulers are no exception to this.

An order without violence is like a pile of loose sand, and so-called peace is nothing more than forcing you to accept a reasonable and irresistible condition I propose, under the premise that I can kill you.

Then everyone would take a break in a good mood, praising the wonderful era, until the next inevitable conflict erupted.

Therefore, in order to establish order, the losers will concede, and the victors will also concede. But if the hatred from the last war cannot be dispelled several generations later, then it proves that true peace has not been achieved.

Civilization is truly like a strange tale of rules; it clearly tells you that all peace is untrustworthy, and some peace is illusory. The only principle you can believe in is the complete annihilation of the other side.

The preparations for war in the Central District are undoubtedly aimed at the Northern Territory, which also explains why the Demon Clan has not taken any further action.

A world-class battle is about to begin, and the players who enter the fray later will always reap the benefits.