Ark Undead

"That's too dangerous, I can't do it."

The girl honestly told the immortal, and even lay down on the bed.

Let's just start setting things up, oh well, let them rot.

I can't see his face, and I can't hear anything else in his words.

Observing words and expressions, he swiftly reached out.

The tools the girl used to survive are now completely useless in front of this man. As for finding the slum boss, that's just a pipe dream.

Are you kidding me?! This is practically suicide!

"why?"

The Undead remained calm; he knew all along that trying to gain access to the underworld through this petty thief was a pipe dream. But he still tried his best to extract information from the girl.

The girl hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Are you from out of town?

"Yes."

The Undead nodded, he said.

“I come from, Casimir.”

"Kazimir? So you're a knight too?"

The girl's eyes darted around, as if she had thought of another way to escape.

"Answer my question."

The immortal didn't fall for that. He spoke directly, and his calm and deep voice immediately suppressed the girl's arrogance.

The young girl pursed her lips and reluctantly continued.

"Because he is actually respected by many people in the slums. The fact that the Lungmen slums are relatively stable now is almost entirely thanks to him. But the level of danger he poses is just as profound as the level of respect people have for him."

The girl laid out her words.

"I can't possibly get myself involved with that person just to get out of this situation; that would be suicide, but I don't want to die yet. Boss, how about we talk about something else? Maybe I can actually help you?"

She had thought that the armored monster in front of her would be very angry if she said that.

But he nodded and spoke.

"I see."

The girl was stunned for a moment; she couldn't quite follow the man's train of thought.

Then, the man spoke up and asked.

What can you do?

The girl was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses. Was he really planning to change things up?

That's when my chance to escape will come!

"Now that you mention this, I'm all excited!"

She immediately perked up and spoke.

"I can climb walls and stairs, steal things, gather information, and beat up guys you want to beat up!"

She sounded quite proud, even though she was talking about skills that weren't exactly respectable.

But the Undead knew that this guy's thieving skills were indeed quite high.

If it weren't for the fact that my senses are far beyond those of ordinary people, I really wouldn't have noticed her little actions.

Moreover, the girl had already hidden the item before he discovered it, so it wasn't in her possession.

After thinking for a while, the Undead said.

"I need you to find out who the boss is in the slums. Just any information will do."

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately nodded in agreement, nodding her head faster than a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, boss! No problem, boss!"

She had already decided that once this guy left, she would quickly grab the loose change hidden under the floorboards and go back to the slums to hide it.

With his abilities, as long as he stays quiet for a few days, he won't be able to find him no matter what!

Unfortunately, this little bit of change won't last long, and I'll have to go hungry for a while.

work?

Who would do anything for this guy who caught them?!

Anyway, he's an outsider. Just fool him a bit, and once he leaves, you'll be free again.

Unexpectedly, the man reached into his armor and pulled something out.

"This is the payment."

He placed a stack of banknotes in front of the girl. On the surface was a 100-yuan Lungmen coin, and judging by the thick stack, it must have been at least three or four thousand.

The immortal looked up at the girl's somewhat dazed face and tilted his head.

"Is there a problem?"

"Ah...you..."

The girl's usually sharp mind suddenly went blank; she couldn't understand the behavior of the undead.

This is completely contrary to common sense.

She couldn't understand why this person not only didn't hit her, but also gave her money to do things for her.

“I don’t need your pity, sir.”

The girl's tone suddenly softened, a stark contrast to her confident demeanor just moments before.

Moreover, her expression changed from enthusiasm to indifference.

In her eyes, the attitude of the Undead began when he saw her sitting nonchalantly on the tattered bedding.

For this young girl, this is her way of life.

She was very satisfied with her home and didn't need to make any changes.

But in the eyes of this knight, it might just be something incomprehensible as dilapidated.

She doesn't need anyone to show her any pity, even if that person genuinely wants to help her.

Because when she decided to embark on a path of living this way, she had already accepted it all.

Such goodwill would only make her waver in her own actions, thus causing her to question everything that exists.

They lost the right to live.

Unexpectedly, the Undead spoke up in confusion.

"What? Compassion?"

He had absolutely no idea what the girl was saying.

“I have no pity. This is a deal.”

The purple-haired Castor girl glanced at the man in front of her with surprise, her lips moved slightly, but she couldn't help but ask the question in the end.

"You don't hold a grudge against me for stealing your things?"

Why hold a grudge?

The immortal calmly asked.

"You stole something, and stole it from me. If you get caught, that's just bad luck. But it's nothing, no big deal."

"this?!"

The girl's mouth dropped open; she truly couldn't comprehend the man's way of thinking, so much so that she subconsciously asked a question.

"You think I did nothing wrong by stealing?!"

She knew herself that stealing was wrong, but she had no choice.

I had to steal a few dollars just to survive, and that's how I bought food.

But once you embark on this path, it's hard to get out.

Many of her colleagues shared the same thought: they knew they were wrong. But because they were infected and too old to work, they had no easier way to survive than to steal.

To everyone's surprise, the strange man in armor became even more puzzled.

"Is it wrong for you to want to live?"

"..."

The girl was speechless, her eyes wide open.

She did think that way, but this was the first time she had heard such words from her own goal.

But what she didn't know was that the man in front of her didn't care at all whether she stole anything or not.

In the era he lived through, simply trying to survive required immense courage, and stealing had become a way for many to live.

He himself had once encouraged his friend to go out and steal, but he never imagined that the old man who always claimed to be the most skilled would also fall in that cannibalistic city in order to prevent people from dying.

When I found his body on the roof beam, he was still clutching a bag tightly in his hand.

It was full of consumables he had stolen.

If this is truly the only way a person can live, then he would still be willing to struggle.

The Undead believed they were not qualified to judge whether he was right or wrong.

Because he himself had once been one of those who struggled just to survive.

They have even committed acts more heinous than theft.

“One message, three thousand LMD. This is the deposit.”

"The immortal said calmly."

"This is a job offer. Will you accept it or not?"