This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

“Then we can say we’re a perfect match. I was worried you might feel uncomfortable around me.” Rebecca suddenly put down the corrupted magic crystal with delight, then took out a bottle of red potion that was constantly emitting pink smoke from the alchemy equipment and handed it to Abyss. “The potion is ready. Smell it and see how it smells.”

Abis fanned the smoke coming out of the bottle with his hand and took a light sniff: "Hmm, it's even fresher than what you had in your mouth before, and it's really invigorating."

“I didn’t expect that after holding it in my mouth for over forty years, the taste and potency might have weakened.” Rebecca stuck out her tongue. “I was thinking that if someone came to rescue me, they would definitely pull me out of the potion first, and then I would wake up and breathe this potion on her, maybe it could save her life. Actually, I wasn’t really thinking about anyone actually kissing me or anything… But if it were you, I think being kissed would be nice…”

“I think you should trust your own judgment more than a fortune teller’s,” Abyss said with a smile. “It’s not too late to make a judgment after you’ve been with me for a while.”

"Of course, I'll think about it carefully." Rebecca smiled a little shyly. "I really want to be in a relationship, and you're just so perfect for me, so that's why..."

Abyss didn't say anything more, but he knew very well that Rebecca's feelings for him weren't love, not even friendship. She was only relying on the fortune teller's predictions about love—the kind of thing only a young girl in love would believe—and now, having been suddenly rescued by a boy of similar age, she felt a sense of dependence.

She might be thinking of dating first and then developing a relationship, but Abyss doesn't really agree with that idea.

The necromancer's bond didn't transfer any power. Abyss didn't feel his mind had become particularly sharp, nor did he sense any significant improvement in his alchemical skills. Rebecca's loyalty remained low. Abyss knew very well that if he were truly the kind of person of questionable character, Rebecca would never follow him into marriage, once she realized it.

How could someone as outstanding as her willingly hand herself over to someone unworthy of her trust?

Chapter Sixteen: Abyss's Favorite Activity

Leona was once again flattered by Rebecca's praise.

After completing the task of creating the antidote for Abyss, the only one who needed it, Rebecca began to make use of the corrupted magic crystals that Abyss had brought with her.

The difference between these magical crystals and ordinary crystals is that they have been corrupted by energy from another world, which is why Rebecca has the ability to use them to travel between worlds. According to Rebecca, the reason these corrupted magical crystals shatter immediately after being infused with magic is that they have been made unstable by the energy from the other world. Some of their microstructures (which Rebecca cannot currently observe, based on the theory of her ancestor Botel) may have changed, making them unable to withstand the direct infusion of magic. However, by etching patterns on them that can channel magic, they can regain the ability to conduct magic.

This was originally a very time-consuming task; it would take Rebecca a long time to create a usable magic crystal by herself. But now the situation is different. With the help of Flora and Leona, Rebecca's work has become much easier.

Flora is very meticulous. Although it was her first day working with Rebecca, she was able to complete any task that Rebecca clearly told her without making any mistakes.

Leona became Rebecca's greatest asset. While Leona wasn't particularly adept at strategy, that didn't mean she lacked intelligence. On the contrary, as a top-tier aura warrior, she was exceptionally skilled in precise operations. Rebecca normally needed to use corrosive potions to inscribe patterns on magic crystals, but with Leona, this was no longer necessary. Rebecca simply drew the pattern on each crystal with a special pen, then handed it to Leona, who would then use her incredibly sharp aura to directly carve the pattern onto it.

The magic crystal is very hard, and ordinary tools have no effect on it, but it is as soft as butter in front of Leona's aura carving knife.

Therefore, Rebecca was able to form a team with Flora and Leona to begin mass-producing these magic crystals. If one magic crystal was unreliable, they would make more, giving Rebecca a chance to troubleshoot the problem.

As the supplier of raw materials, Abyss couldn't offer much help at the moment. He watched for a while, satisfied his curiosity, and then left.

"Leona, your battle aura is amazing! I must see you in battle sometime; it's sure to be incredibly impressive!" Rebecca exclaimed as she took the engraved magic crystal from Leona.

Leona chuckled, her cheeks flushed, clearly enjoying herself.

"Rebecca, these crystals are soaked now, let me take them out for you."

"Okay, thank you."

Leona had been engrossed in carving the patterns and hadn't noticed the Abyss's movements. Looking back, she saw the Abyss standing in the cemetery. She asked Rebecca curiously, "Rebecca, what's the Abyss doing in that cemetery?"

“He said he’s going to dig up a few graves to study,” Rebecca replied, then asked in a low voice, “Is this his hobby? Do all necromancers like this? He seems quite enthusiastic about it…”

“I should have known…” Leona glanced speechlessly at Abyss, who was squatting in the graveyard, earnestly trying to decipher the inscriptions on the tombstones. “Yes, he likes this. He said he likes being with dead people.”

"They're quite cute," Rebecca couldn't help but chuckle.

“Where is she cute!” Leona exclaimed, shocked by Rebecca’s strange standards of judgment.

Flora, who was standing nearby, almost burst out laughing.

……

Abyss squatted in front of a tombstone, carefully observing the inscription on it.

This script did not belong to any language in Abyss's memory. It looked completely different from the script of Hay-Twer. Abyss took out a notebook from the mouth of the magical catfish and carefully recorded the text on the tombstone. Although he knew that the short line of text on the tombstone would not contain any particularly valuable information, there was still something to be gained from recording information that could not be obtained in this world.

Over there, three girls were making a magic crystal to travel back in time, while Abyss was constantly recording the words on the tombstone. When he felt that he had recorded enough words and the words in his notebook began to repeat, he had his next idea.

This is also one of his favorite activities—digging up graves.

Since the dead in this place have no souls, Abyss naturally cannot solicit their opinions. He first bowed to a tombstone, then meticulously blew away the dust from the surface of the grave with wind magic, and finally covered one hand with bone armor, grabbed the stone slab covering the grave, lifted it up, and moved it aside.

A dehydrated and dried corpse was thus laid out before the Abyss. There was no putrid smell, because there were no more bacteria in the world capable of decomposing the body.

This was a small humanoid creature with bluish skin, somewhat resembling a goblin, but with three eyes on its face. The appearance of the otherworldly beings differed greatly from that of the Hay-Tvir people, something the Abyss had already anticipated, so it wasn't too surprising. What truly captivated the Abyss's attention was the creature's death posture and the dagger embedded in its chest.

The deceased was not lying peacefully in the grave, but in an awkward position, his body turned to the side, limbs outstretched, face facing upwards. His dehydrated skin still retained the expression of his death—a blankness tinged with a hint of joy. A sharp, slender dagger was pressed against his chest; it had likely pierced his heart or some other fatal organ, causing his instant death.

This person appears to have committed suicide directly next to the grave, then fell into it, with the stone slab covering him being placed on top by someone else.

Even Abyss was astonished by the thought of the potent poison gas in the air that could drive people to suicide, marveling at what might have happened in this world.

Perhaps this is how the people of this world are: after inhaling poison gas, they gather in a chilling order to commit suicide. Subsequently, this poison gas kills other possible creatures in this world, even microorganisms, turning this world into complete silence.

But who exactly created this poisonous gas and spread it throughout the world? And what was their motive for doing so?

With this question in mind, the Abyss dug up several graves and saw natives who had died in various poses in their own graves, each with a dagger in their body. But they did not obtain many other clues.

His gaze then fell upon a tomb that stood out from the others. Its tombstone had more purplish-red reflective decorations than the others.

Chapter Seventeen: The Indigenous People's Misplaced Love

Clang!

The heavy stone slab was lifted by the Abyss, moved aside, and struck the ground with a crisp sound. A tomb decorated with exquisite stone slabs appeared before the Abyss.

The tomb owner's identity was indeed different from the others. The others were all wearing tight-fitting short shirts, while this person, who was curled up in the tomb, was wearing a loose purplish-red robe. His body was not pierced by a dagger like the others, and he seemed to be holding something in his arms.

Abyss apologized to him, then chanted a spell, manipulating the soulless corpse to gradually open its dry, stiff hands, revealing what the man had tightly clutched in his arms before his death.

It appeared to be a small statue, but the figure on it did not resemble the native inhabitants of this world. Instead, it was a humanoid creature with long, slender limbs. Its entire body was smooth, without any sharp edges, and its face was bald and without features, making it look like a cheap puppet for children—except that the statue seemed to be made of metal.

This piqued Abyss's curiosity, and he jumped into the tomb, manipulating the robed corpse to hand him the statue.

boom!

But the moment Abyss's fingers touched the statue, an image flashed into his mind!

"Praise be to the great Lord of Death and Silence!" Countless natives bowed and worshipped the giant altar they had just seen, speaking in a language that the Abyss had never heard of, yet whose meaning they could understand.

A colossal figure stood silently atop the altar, thick plumes of smoke rising from its chimneys and converging upon it. This figure was none other than the one depicted on the small statue the Abyss had just acquired.

"Lord of Death, save us from fire and water! Grant us new life!" In the image in the Abyss's mind, a figure in a crimson robe stepped forward. It was the dead man lying in a different tomb. He opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and roared hoarsely, "The holy smoke has risen, and the whole world is ready to receive your grace! Lord! Please give your decree!"

The "Lord of Death" standing on the altar did not respond to the prayers and praises of the indigenous people; he simply stood there silently...

The image abruptly ended, transforming into a memory etched into Abyss's mind. Abyss shook his head; the influx of this memory didn't cause much discomfort, seemingly due to some kind of magic attached to it. Abyss pondered for a moment, then tossed the object into the mouth of the magical catfish, deciding to study it later when it was more convenient.

Although the video was very short, and the Abyss didn't have time to understand the cause and effect of the events before it ended, the Abyss still gained a fairly good understanding of the reason for the world's destruction.

The people here blindly worship a god called the Lord of Death and Silence, even going so far as to use poison gas throughout the world to drive people to suicide in an attempt to please Him. However, the god they worshipped offered them no help, watching as they destroyed their own civilization with their own hands.

Abyss couldn't help but sigh. What kind of calamity had the native inhabitants of this place endured to drive them to such a desperate gamble? Abyss felt both pity and sorrow for them: the god they worshipped did not take them seriously, and their worship and reverence were not accepted by their master—perhaps he did not even understand why they were doing this.

To entrust one's destiny, which should be in one's own hands, to the gods is, in the eyes of the Abyss, the most inappropriate thing to do.

After copying down the inscription on the tombstone, Abyss stopped digging and used magic to re-cover all the graves he had opened before turning back. He saw that the three girls were no longer busy, but were sitting in a small circle, chatting.

Rebecca's affability was truly remarkable; she had already gotten Flora and Leona acquainted with her so quickly and were chatting so happily. Abyss couldn't help but secretly admire her; this genius girl, known for her intelligence, was indeed quite emotionally intelligent as well.

He was initially worried that there might be some misunderstanding between the three of them.

"Abyss, you're back!" Rebecca waved happily as she saw Abyss walking towards her. "We've been waiting for you for so long! The crystal is finished, now we can try to go home!"

Abyss smiled and waved to the three girls: "I've finished digging up the graves too, and I've figured out how the natives of this place died."

"Great! You have to tell us about it later, I'm so curious!" Rebecca gave Abyss a big smile. Rebecca had regular yet charming features, and her smile was as lovely as the morning sun.

"Hmph, ABC, I have some news for you. From now on, Rebecca is under Flora and my protection. If you dare to bully her, we won't stand for it!" Leona said to Abyss smugly. "If you want to bully her, you'll have to bully me first... get past me first!"

"Your clothes are dirty." As Abyss walked up to the girls, Flora came up and gently patted Abyss's skirt to brush off the dust.

Looking at the three girls who were greeting him, Abyss felt a sense of accomplishment. He now had three of the five geniuses by his side. Although he had no leads on the other two yet, he had already completed three-fifths of the first step of his plan. Moreover, he had gained the trust and recognition of Flora and Leona, which made him very happy.

We really should consider their feelings more and give them a better life.

Abyss felt it was about time he found a good spot nestled against the mountains and by the water to build his own grand cemetery.

The portal was originally the most difficult thing for the Abyss to achieve, but now that Rebecca is here, the situation is completely different.

Once Rebecca's situation here is resolved, let's head to the scenic elven kingdoms. There, we'll find that genius druid, and while we're at it, buy a piece of land as our base. This will give these girls, who have been out of touch with the world for forty years, a place to call home, so they won't have to follow him through thick and thin, constantly on the move. Instead, they can go wherever they want and rest whenever they want.

“Let’s tidy up the equipment here, and then we’ll go to that altar,” Rebecca said to Abyss as she tidied up the alchemy table. “My portal is inside. And besides returning to Hay Tver, I have another very important matter to attend to.”

Rebecca winked mysteriously and twisted her waist to show Abyss a glass bottle containing a clear liquid hanging from her waist.

Chapter Eighteen: Rebecca's Environmental Transformation Plan

“It seems my previous deduction was correct.” Rebecca said to Abyss as she led the way. “When I first arrived here, I realized that this kind of building, which is an altar on the surface but is actually a factory, must be inextricably linked to the toxins in the air of this world.”

The four of them have now entered the factory inside the altar. The large hole that Leona had smashed earlier allowed them to enter easily.

Abyss recounted to the three girls everything he had seen when he obtained the statue. Flora first expressed concern for Abyss's safety, while Leona was very interested in the god who had once been the object of worship for everyone in this world. After taking the Lord of the Fallen as her subordinate, Leona was gradually feeling her power growing stronger and stronger, and of course she wanted to experience this sweetness a second time.

Rebecca connected the Abyss's account with her own discoveries and conjectures during her exploration of this world, confirming the correctness of her hypothesis. While it's currently impossible to verify whether the image transmitted to the Abyss's mind actually occurred, it's unlikely the people of this world would be so bored as to deceive others after their own civilization's extinction. If Rebecca's speculation is correct, this world should have such an altar at regular intervals, where people worship the mysterious "Lord of the Dead," and the factories within these altars continuously emit poisonous gas. The native inhabitants consider this poisonous gas sacred, and ultimately, they all "sacredly" commit suicide.

Long before the Abyss helped Rebecca confirm her conjecture, Rebecca had already taken action—she had just been making the magic crystals while preparing a potion to be added to the machines in the factory at the altar.

Rebecca led the way, guiding Abyss and the other two to a huge machine.

The four of them were now on the top floor of the altar. The enormous machine in front of them had clearly stopped operating and stood there quietly. It was so large that it filled the entire floor, and many chimneys extended upwards from this huge machine, leading to ventilation vents on the building and directly to the outside.

“I previously found the place where this machine stores the potion that forms the poison gas, but I was afraid of the potion's power and dared not open its lid. But now it's different; I'm an undead who's immune to poison.” Rebecca took the vial of potion that had been hanging from her waist and said to the Abyss, “Abyss, you need to stay away from here for now. I'm going to open one of the tanks storing the potion and conduct an experiment. During this time, you must keep your nose submerged in the antidote I gave you, because once I open the lid, the concentration of the poison will increase rapidly.”

Abyss nodded to indicate that he understood, then obediently took a few steps back, held the bottle of antidote Rebecca had given him in front of his nose, and inhaled the pink smoke that was slowly being released from it.

“Although this world is not suitable for human habitation, I think it can be transformed… If I can successfully make it habitable, I can travel freely back and forth and make this my personal potion factory!” Rebecca excitedly muttered to herself, slowly opening a heavy lid on the machine. Leona originally wanted to help her, but now that Rebecca had been resurrected as an undead, her power had been greatly enhanced, and she opened it without much effort. A smell rushed out as the lid opened, causing the three girls standing around to wrinkle their noses.

Immediately afterwards, Rebecca poured her own potion directly into the solution.

boom!

An explosion was heard from the water tank, the machine vibrated, and then the original potion in the tank seemed to be reacting violently with the potion Rebecca poured in. A bubbling boiling sound came from it, and a large amount of gas was ejected with the reaction. The gas was very hot, but the smell was no longer strange.