Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

As soon as the door opened, it was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see anything, but that smell wafted out first—

A strong, pungent stench, carrying a nauseating stench, swept over us, as if rotten flesh had been fermenting in alchemical potion for countless years.

The stench made Lin Qi frown and he quickly took a few steps back.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Strange sounds came from inside, like something desperately breathing through a leaky throat, each breath accompanied by a wet, rattling noise.

Then came a rustling sound, like rough skin being dragged across a stone slab.

Then--

"Smack."

A hand emerged from the darkness, fingers spread, and slammed hard against the wall next to the door frame.

That hand made me feel uncomfortable.

Her arms were unusually long, completely out of proportion, as if someone had forcibly stretched them out from the middle.

The skin was bluish-white, not the fair complexion of a living person, but a translucent paleness that appeared after being soaked in alchemical solution for too long, with even the bluish-purple veins faintly visible underneath.

The fingers were long and slender with prominent knuckles, and the nails were longer than the fingers, sharp and pointed, like five poisoned daggers embedded in the fingertips.

The owner of the hand followed closely behind, slowly emerging from the darkness.

They were a group of rather deformed monsters. Humanoid, or rather, they used to be human.

They were completely naked, their skin a sickly white, just like their arms, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time.

The tissue beneath the skin seemed to have dissolved long ago, leaving only a thin layer of skin being held up by something. It looked like flesh that had just undergone liposuction and hadn't had time to tighten, drooping and sagging.

His head was completely bald, without a single hair. His scalp and face were blended together, and it was impossible to tell where the boundary was.

His facial features were so distorted that it looked as if a careless potter had just casually pinched the clay and thrown it away.

Where the eyes should have been, only two tiny, sunken holes remained. The nose... there was no nose at all.

What's most disturbing is the mouth, with a huge gash that runs from the left earlobe all the way to the right.

It looked as if someone had slashed it open with a knife; the skin and flesh at the edges were turned outwards, revealing rows of densely packed, sharp teeth, like shards of broken glass haphazardly stuffed into the gums.

They staggered out of the darkness, their movements stiff yet strangely fluid, like marionettes on invisible strings.

Lynch frowned.

He knew what it was: "A hypocrite... how did I end up with this thing..."

This is considered a rather disgusting monster in the dungeon.

Feeling uneasy, he immediately adjusted his formation to meet the challenge.

It was the same old routine: a few skeleton warriors advanced while the lich prepared his spells behind them.

At the same time, several False Ones also launched an attack on Lynch.

Their bellies swelled up, as if something was churning up from their stomachs, and their mouths opened.

"Splash!"

A large mouthful of dark green acid, mixed with a suffocating stench, gushed from deep within his throat, pouring over the skull at the front.

"Pfft—Pfft—"

The acid was incredibly corrosive; even a dungeon skeleton with only a dozen or so points in constitution would develop charred, cratered dents upon contact with it, its armor plates would melt like wax, and its bones would emit white smoke with a hissing sound.

The acidic liquid, mixed with a foul stench, made Lin Qi's stomach feel uncomfortable.

Unable to bear the stench any longer, he abandoned all tactical planning and simply ordered the skeletons to attack together.

I don't know if the skeletons were disgusted by this, but they seemed to be putting in extra effort this time. They were swinging their cross swords like crazy, and Diego's Wind Slash was cutting through the sky.

Before the lich could even finish preparing his spells, these disgusting monsters were hacked to death by the undead.

Faced with the corpse lying on the ground, Lin Qi, unusually, did not rush over to cast a spell immediately, but instead stood there hesitating.

There's no way around it, this thing just stinks.

In the game it's just a setting, but in reality it's something you really experience. Having a manure truck following you around all the time, especially an uncovered one, wouldn't be easy for anyone to accept, right?

Besides, this thing isn't very useful.

Its only attack is acid splash, which has decent attack power, but the skill cooldown is too long; it's also fragile and slow, moving around very slowly, which greatly slows down the game's pace.

"Whoever wants it can have it; I don't care."

Shaking his head, Lin Qi sent out skeletons to clean up the corpses on the ground. Only after the corpses were removed did the stench finally subside.

After waiting a while longer until the stench subsided, Lin Qi sent a skeleton to explore the cave entrance ahead.

After confirming that there were no dangerous traps, they entered under the protection of the skeleton.

Stepping into the cave, Lin Qi picked up the lantern he had brought from the castle.

The lantern's light sliced ​​through a small fan in the darkness, its dim yellow light falling on the uneven stone wall, making the rough texture appear and disappear.

He scanned the wall and found a device resembling a joystick on the right side of the stone wall.

This is the switch for the lighting system, which is common in places like large alchemy labs and magic workshops. It is a standard feature of magical buildings in the Campbell Empire.

Lynch reached out and gripped the control lever, pulling it down forcefully.

With a crisp "click," something was activated deep within the wall.

Circles of magical patterns lit up from the control lever, like lit fuses, spreading along the walls to both sides, climbing up the dome, and drawing pale blue streaks of light in the darkness.

The next second, the entire space lit up.

This is a huge basement, about the size of a basketball court, divided into two different areas by the middle.

On the left are skeletons.

One layer upon another, row upon row, piled up from the base of the wall to waist height, like discarded items carelessly tossed here after use.

On the right, it looks like a hospital ward or something.

A dozen or so iron bunk beds were neatly arranged, with sofas, coffee tables and other leisure facilities set up next to them. On the coffee table, you could even see dried snacks and silver wine pots.

There were bird-beak masks, leather cloaks, saws, pliers and other tools hanging on the wall.

"Sizzle—"

Just then, a faint sound came from above.

Some pale blue, cloud-like substance seeped out from the gaps in the runes on the ceiling, and from the walls and the dome, like water slowly seeping out from unseen cracks.

Lynch instinctively took a half step back, ready to leave at any moment.

However, these cloud-like formations did not appear threatening; they simply floated and gathered quietly, as if something harmless, imprisoned for too long, had finally found an outlet.

Lin Qi immediately recognized it: "A fragment of soul energy..."

This is a remnant of the deceased's lingering consciousness, solidified under special circumstances. It poses no threat, will not harm anyone, and is simply the last thing the deceased left behind in this world.

Like embers, like echoes, like the faint traces left on the sand after words written on it have been blown away by the wind.

The pale blue clouds swirled slowly, twisting, stretching, and deforming, quickly transforming into figures.

The images of this space from the past were gradually revealed to Lynch...