Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

At this time, in the City of the Dead.

The gray fog writhed like a living thing, swallowing the horizon, and the sweet, rotten smell, along with gravel, pounded against the adventurers' leather masks.

A bony claw suddenly burst from the ground, gripping the skinny man's ankle and shattering him into dust with a scream—

This is the ten millionth and first warning from the Land of the Dead to the living.

"Even the wind in this godforsaken place is cursed!"

The fat man used his short sword to pry open the half-hidden bronze fragments on the ground, and the eerie blue sparks from the collision of the metal and the blade illuminated the beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

The three warhorses had already knelt down and vomited blood five miles away.

The reins tied to the withered tree were still moving on their own even without wind.

"Is this the Land of the Dead?"

The three adventurers lingered outside the gray fog, hesitating whether to go in.

"Yes, this is it."

"The treasure you're talking about is in this godforsaken place?"

A fat man asked the captain a question.

"That's right"

The captain nodded.

"Don't let this desolate place fool you; thousands of years ago, this was home to a vast and powerful kingdom."

"Its prosperity and power are unmatched even by the combined strength of the three major powers today."

"What?!"

The fat man and the thin man were shocked.

"Did such a country really exist in history?"

"How could it be fake?"

The captain frowned, clearly displeased by the two team members' questioning.

"This is documented in the history of many countries and races."

"Think about it, how could a place like this not have treasure?"

"But"

The fat man scratched his head. "It's been over a thousand years. Even if there were good things, they wouldn't be available to us."

"hehe"

The captain wagged his little finger and chuckled.

"No, no, no!"

"Do you know how such a prosperous ancient kingdom perished?"

"How is it?" the skinny man asked, intrigued.

"I heard it was divine retribution."

The captain pointed upwards and said cautiously:

"And, it happened overnight."

"ha!"

Upon hearing the captain's words, the two covered their mouths, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The country was destroyed overnight.

It is still such a powerful country.

Even someone as powerful as the Elf King probably couldn't destroy the ancient kingdom that combined the three great kingdoms, right?

That is--

"Is he really a god?"

It's not that they don't believe, but that God is simply too far removed from their time.

Even the existence of God is questionable.

Some people have even begun to doubt that the so-called Seven Kings of the Divine Realm are fake.

After all, among the seven kings of the gods, only the human was not a true "king".

It was conceived by other races to consolidate their own authority.

"How could it be fake?"

The captain rolled his eyes at the two idiots.

"If it weren't for the gods, how could such a powerful ancient kingdom have been destroyed, let alone—"

As he spoke, his gaze turned toward the Land of the Dead, to the hazy, gray mist.

"To turn this place into a kingdom of the dead."

"Creating the 'Undead,' a race defying the heavens."

The captain's body trembled involuntarily at the mention of the undead.

After all, immortality, which humans dream of, is something that the undead are born with.

Furthermore, it can also provide some degree of immunity to physical attacks.

The fire of the soul never dies, and the body never perishes!

Many scholars believe that if the "Undead" hadn't left the City of the Dead...

It's likely that this world has already been taken over by the undead.

Therefore, very few people are able to enter the ancient ruins alive.

Even fewer people will be able to get out.

As he spoke, the captain looked at the two of them.

"So, you're worried, aren't you?"

"what!"

The two glanced at the gray mist and immediately embraced.

"If others can't get in, then we can't get in either!"

"No, no, no!"

The captain wagged his little finger and laughed.

"I have this!"

"With this, those spirits will not dare to approach us."

As he spoke, he took out a rare treasure.

"What is this?"

The fat man was curious.

"I don't know either. This was left to me by my master. He said that only by using it can I get in there."

"It's said to have been obtained from the ruins of a mysterious, fallen civilization, but unfortunately, I haven't been able to fully understand it."

"Oh, I see!"

The fat man nodded in sudden realization and looked closely at the strange object in the captain's hand.

This is a peculiar object resembling a stone tablet.

The material appears to be very precious, with intricate symbols engraved on its surface.

"Will this thing protect us?"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The skinny guy looked at the captain uncertainly.

"have no idea"

The captain shrugged, indicating that he hadn't tried it either and couldn't answer.

"Then... then let me give it a try?"

As he spoke, the skinny man slowly approached the gray fog area, observing as he walked forward.

"Hey! Be careful. Although the undead in this gray fog are mindless, they are aggressive towards living things. You'd better retreat quickly."

Seeing the skinny guy's reckless behavior, the captain quickly reminded him.

However, after he finished speaking, there was no reaction.

"Um?!"

The captain was taken aback. Had he misread it?

He looked up and saw a faint red light flickering within the gray fog.

Then, he was suddenly startled.

"Skinny guy!"

As soon as he shouted, he suddenly felt the hairs on his back stand on end, as if a sharp knife was stuck in his back.

"Pfft!"

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the dagger protruding from his chest.

The dagger was covered in black rust and looked worn.

At the other end of the dagger was the owner of a jet-black scythe.

"No, no, no."

The thin man's eyes were vacant, and his pupils were dilated.

"I don't want to die, I'm still young, I'm not willing to accept this!"

He collapsed and died before he could finish his sentence.

The skeleton that killed the skinny man turned its head coldly.

The flames of his soul flickered in his pupils, appearing sinister and terrifying.

Beside him were two skeletons.

"Whoosh~~~"

"Whoosh~"

An eerie wind whistled through the gray fog.

"Crunch~~"

A body was torn apart, revealing the skeleton inside.

The other one was the same.

"Gurgle, gurgle~"

In the gray fog, one skeleton after another rose to their feet.

These are all dead, but they possess their own will.

The Undead are the inhabitants of the realm of the dead.

Their bodies had long since become spirits.

But the soul still remains.

"Why, why?"

Captain, the fat man looked terrified and kept backing away.

"Why are there mature undead here?!"

"Help"

"Roar~"

A gigantic undead roared and charged toward the skinny man, trying to devour his soul.

"Whoosh~"

However, at this moment

brush!

A flash of sword light appeared.

The enormous undead was instantly reduced to dust.

Upon seeing this, the fat man's eyes widened in astonishment.

"This, this..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure landed in front of him.

She was a pink-haired little girl who looked about eleven or twelve years old.

The girl has matured a lot compared to before.

Her once chubby face had become a perfectly oval shape, making her even more charming. (End of Chapter)