Don't move, it's a robbery!

A violent explosion erupted from the main burial chamber, sending flames soaring into the sky and illuminating the entire space.

The blades clashed, sparks flashing as if showing off their sharpness; magical light bloomed in the air like blossoming flowers, dazzling the eye.

After being forced back by another explosion, I had to take a few more pills to recover from my injuries.

Under the effect of the pills, my arm, which had been immobilized due to the burns, regained sensation. However, this was accompanied by excruciating pain. I endured the agony and prepared to take a few more pills, but the monster didn't even give me that little bit of free time.

While I was taking my medicine, it somehow managed to use some kind of magic again.

"Siecou!!"

With the incantation, the bricks beneath my feet suddenly transformed into sand and mud. Amidst the feeling of weightlessness, I began to plummet, nearly swallowed by the quicksand. Luckily, I managed to hook my scythe onto the ground beside me, giving me a chance to climb out of the pit.

Before I could even get up from the ground, another sword aura struck, and I could only roll on the ground in a sorry state to barely dodge the attack.

Although it's a little embarrassing, I am indeed being suppressed right now.

We need to think of something.

I took a deep breath, activated the Mist Cloak to create smoke, and then activated the Nightmare Pill's power to create a clone using the mist, thereby attracting the monster's attention. Then I silently began to approach from the other side.

As the substitute appeared, the monster turned its head, and its palm burst forth with dazzling light and a piercing shriek, followed by a bolt of lightning.

"Zeta!!"

The monster didn't doubt the Stand's authenticity and struck it directly with lightning. The Mist Stand vanished instantly upon being struck by the lightning, but that brief moment was enough.

The undead are not very intelligent, so the tactic of luring the enemy worked.

I suddenly burst out of the mist, swinging my scythe and smashing it down on the monster's head.

However, just as I was about to strike, my weapon was deflected by the air, as if there were an invisible wall surrounding the zombie. The monster also noticed my attack and immediately turned to swing its scepter at me.

"fuoluo!!"

"Damn it! Here we go again!"

The smoke appeared again, but this time I didn't give it a chance to ignite. I kicked its scepter away with a roundhouse kick, then turned around and struck again. Although I missed, I successfully forced the monster's attack back.

The monster took two steps back. Seeing that the scepter was missing, it actually turned around and ran towards the direction where the scepter had fallen. I wasn't going to give the monster a chance to regroup, so I chased after it without thinking, ready to kill it in one fell swoop.

"Siecou!!"

I remember this incantation; it's a spell that turns bricks into quicksand. The moment I heard the incantation, I immediately looked down at my feet, but I didn't see any quicksand.

Just as I was preparing to attack again, I heard a strange noise from above. Although I couldn't see it, I could tell from the sound of the wind that something was coming down at me from above.

This guy actually used this spell that turns stones into quicksand to dismantle the ceiling above!

I could only roll to the side to dodge, narrowly avoiding the falling rocks. But before I could stand up, another sword aura came flying at me. This time, I had no time to dodge and could only use my scythe to block the attack.

Then, I saw a bolt of lightning reappear in the monster's hand.

"Zeta!!"

That was it; I didn't even have time to block.

"boom!!"

With a violent explosion, I was blasted away again.

Thankfully I took a few more pills beforehand, otherwise I might not have been able to withstand that lightning attack.

As monsters, zombies are essentially just corpses controlled by resentment and magic. The stronger they were in life, the more power they can inherit as zombies.

The power that can be inherited by a living corpse is very limited. Even a corpse that has just died and is in good condition can only inherit half of the power at most. For a corpse that has been dead for hundreds of years, it is already quite good if it can retain 20% or 30% of the power.

But given the current situation, you're telling me it's only two or three tenths of its strength?

Just how powerful was he when he was alive?! This is absolutely outrageous!

Judging from the emblem on this zombie, it's probably an ancestor of the Kadir family, the one who slew the Linde Bugs and founded Linde City. This guy is certainly a formidable figure, but I've never heard of him being a hero!

If this level of strength doesn't qualify someone as a hero, then how strong must a true hero be?

I'm already using all my strength just to dodge the magical attacks, and the undead don't get tired. If this continues, I'll definitely be the one who makes a mistake first.

Given its attack power, I estimate that if it takes two more hits, it will be completely rendered incapable of fighting.

(ﾟωﾟ): "Jealous now? Regretful now? I asked you to sign the contract with me, but you wouldn't. If you had signed it, you would be just as strong."

Today, 'West Copper' was unusually talkative, probably because it was happy to see me get beaten up, but I really don't have the energy to argue with it right now.

Just when I was preparing to fight to the death, "West Copper" actually started saying nice things to me again.

(˶'ᵕ'˶): "We've known each other for so many years, so don't say I'm heartless or that I didn't save you. Here's what we'll do: if you don't sign the contract, I won't force you. Just hurry up and pick up the hilt of the sword you just saw. I have a way to save you."

I was somewhat surprised. Over the years, "West Copper" had always been eager for me to die, but I never expected that when the crisis actually came, it would actually side with me.

This must be love!

(ﾟωﾟ): "If you keep thinking nonsense, you might as well just wait to die."

"No, no, no, it's the sword hilt, right? I'll go get it right now."

I scrambled to the edge of the pool, dodging as I jumped in, and then picked up the sword hilt that I had kicked away earlier.

"How do I use it?"

(ﾟωﾟ): "Apply some blood to activate it."

Since I was already quite injured and covered in blood, I touched the sword hilt, but it still didn't react at all.

"What's going on? Why isn't it working?"

(ﾟωﾟ): "Don't rush, this thing is booting up. It uses an old operating system, so it's a bit slow to boot. Oh! It's on, it's on!"

Before "Xi Tong" could finish speaking, the gem in the center of the sword hilt emitted a light, and I quickly squinted, almost going blind from the light.

The light emanating from the sword hilt seemed to attract the zombie as well. It stopped moving and stared blankly at the pool, not launching another attack for a moment.

I couldn't help but swallow hard, feeling like the protagonist in a legend, who, on the verge of despair, suddenly obtained a legendary sword, and was about to stage a comeback.

However, the sword is broken. How am I supposed to use it to fight now?

(ﾟωﾟ): "Of course not. The real name of this item is actually the Tribute Stone. It was originally used by contractors to develop subordinates. However, one of its functions is special: it can provide some system services to non-contractors."

"What does that mean? What can it do? Could this sword possibly restore itself automatically?"

(ﾟωﾟ): "Restoration is probably not an option, but you have a lot of lottery tickets, so you can use them to participate in the lottery."

"Oh, it's a lottery... Hmm? A lottery? A lottery at a time like this?"

(ﾟωﾟ): "Yeah, didn't I tell you before that I thought of a way to let you participate in the lottery? See how good I am at keeping my word?"

I didn't know how to complain for a moment, but the situation was urgent, so I could only do as 'West Copper' said and take out the lottery ticket.

"How do I use this?"

(ﾟωﾟ): "It's simple, just paste the raffle ticket over, and then you can participate in the raffle."

"I've already applied it, but there's no response. Do I have to wait a while?"

'West Copper' didn't answer me immediately. Its voice paused for a moment, as if it were checking something, and then it suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

∑(O_O；): "Holy crap! It's broken!"

"It's broken? What do you mean?"

(；O_O): "This thing is unusable now, good luck to you."

"......."

So all that work was for nothing!

Before I could even get angry, the zombie roared first. I don't know what happened to it, but it suddenly became violent.

"fuoluo!!"

A large amount of smoke billowed out again, and this time the smoke was even more violent than before. The explosion would definitely be more powerful. In this enclosed room, I had nowhere to hide. If I stayed any longer, I would really die.

I didn't dare linger. I flipped myself out of the pool and ran out of the main burial chamber in a flash.

The moment I rushed out of the room, the smoke ignited. I quickly hid behind the wall to avoid the surging flames, but the strong blast still blew me away.

"Damn it! What's the point of fighting? Let's run!"

I did a somersault to my feet and then started running away without looking back.

I'm impressed. This thing is beyond human capabilities!

I used to hear that a hero could take down an entire army by himself, and I thought it was just something bards made up. I never thought they could actually do it!

Fortunately, judging from my reaction to the zombies' verbal exchange on the stairs, these zombies probably can't get to the first floor. As long as I get to the first floor, I should be safe for now.

As for the mechanisms and such, I can open them after my injuries have healed.

However, I feel like I've forgotten something.

"Aaaaaah!"

Hearing the screams behind me, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

Damn! Little One and Reggie are still behind us!