Ark Undead

He still couldn't taste the food, so there was no need to waste it.

At most, they would sit next to Kroos and Skadi, order a cup of tea, and the Undead would slowly sip it.

The scalding hot tea can warm the tongue of even the most immortal person, which is quite a unique way to enjoy it.

Not only that, but to make the undead less conspicuous, even taking a detour to have breakfast with them required wearing a suit.

When Skadi had some free time, she also picked out several ordinary outfits for the Undead.

Just like the clothes that young people in many countries like to wear now.

Actually, he didn't want any of them, because after leaving Lungmen, he could continue wearing the armor.

But the Undead still chose two of the sets, not wanting to upset Skadi.

Of course, the Undead still wore his silver mask while wearing these clothes.

For example, a T-shirt, or maybe a cotton jacket over it, and regular plain pants with an elastic waistband.

However, it would look a bit strange to wear a hat while wearing ordinary clothes.

So his slightly sparse, soft hair fell down from his head.

Her hair was naturally curly and long, reaching down to her ears.

At first glance, the Undead have absolutely no connection to that famous knight of Kazimierz.

This immortal man looked like just an ordinary man, and his thin body and thin lips made him look more like a scholar than a warrior.

Skadi stared at the undead for a long time, then suddenly looked away, staring at the campfire, lost in thought.

The Undead noticed that the dry skin on his arms and wrists was rougher, and the muscles were slightly sunken.

His body is once again changing towards becoming a zombie. If he can't find a source of humanity in a short time, he'll probably have to find a way to rekindle the primordial flame.

The last replenishment of humanity occurred in Sherag. But back then, the undead had no inclination to convert abyssal energy.

Looking at the tormented Painter, he wished he could burn the whole place down; there was hardly any humanity left.

In other words, the immortals are now once again in a state of lack of humanity.

So he made a plan.

If he doesn't have anything urgent to do after arriving at Rhodes Island, he will first go to the territory of Yan Kingdom.

Try to find Wei Yanwu and the Rat King to resolve this matter. Then, go to the territory of Yan Kingdom and see if there are any lost ancient sites there, which might be related to the Age of Fire.

Once you've resolved your own humanity issues, then you can go and cause trouble for the Reunion Movement.

Of course, this is just a plan. If there are any unexpected changes along the way and no one dies, we will make further arrangements.

So, as they waited, a month passed.

During this time, the Undead would occasionally visit the Guard Bureau.

Since he started wearing normal clothes, Chen and Hoshiguma have found him more and more pleasing to the eye.

It's truly unbelievable to see someone with such great power being so law-abiding.

However, the immortals had absolutely no chance to meet Officer Swire.

Every time I went there, either Swire had just left home or Swire was on vacation.

It was just a very coincidental coincidence.

Sometimes, when the Undead encounter the Guards on the street, they will help catch troublemakers.

If it weren't for the fact that the Undying Man was only temporarily in Longmen and didn't have a Longmen household registration, Chen would have definitely awarded him a banner recognizing his bravery and good citizenship.

Over time, the Undead and the Guardians became increasingly familiar with each other.

The police can even chat with the undead, and sometimes they even joke around with them, trying to get them to join the Guard.

Unfortunately, the Undead never received a message from Darkseid to Chen.

Chen only told the Undead that she already knew that Darkseid would be passing messages to them. However, so far, Darkseid has not given her any information that needs to be delivered to the Undead.

Aside from occasionally bumping into the shifty-looking Ansuo on the street, there is no other chance to find Ansuo.

Hearing this, even the survivors felt relieved.

At least she knew she wasn't in any real danger. She wouldn't be so foolish; having been in trouble once, she would definitely be more cautious.

This period felt like the life of an elderly person; no one died, and life was quite comfortable.

But I'm also very confused.

He started counting down the days until Rhodes Island's arrival.

Sometimes he would go to the Kalan Trade Center to see if there were any letters Melanie had sent him.

Although there isn't one, the expectation for an immortal person only grows stronger every day.

He longed to see his eldest disciple even more, wanting to see how she was doing and whether she was truly as stable and healthy as she had described in her letter.

In such peaceful days...

One night, Skadi returned and brought news to the Undead.

"Rhodes Island will arrive in Lungmen in three days. We have already arranged for personnel to go to Lungmen to purchase daily necessities and goods."

Skadi sat by the campfire and spoke to the undead.

"I'm in charge of ensuring their safety in Lungmen. I have a liaison mission tomorrow. How about coming with me?"

The Undead raised its head and looked at Skadi.

To be honest, he was somewhat interested.

Around noon that day, a modified SUV drove into the city from the slum entrance of Longmen. When it entered the city, the police officers in charge of the liaison couldn't help but take a second look at it after seeing its identification.

The leader was a burly man with a thick beard, and he wore black-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Although he looks fierce, surprisingly, he is actually quite gentle when he speaks and when something happens.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a woman chewing gum, her black hair blowing wildly in the wind outside the window, wearing a plain white T-shirt. But hanging from the T-shirt were some straps, which held combat supplies that might be needed.

And in the back seat, there was a little rabbit sitting properly, wearing its seatbelt obediently.

"Thank you for your help, everyone."

The bearded man in the driver's seat flashed his teeth at the police officer, and you could almost see the corners of his eyes curving down behind his sunglasses—it was definitely a hearty smile.

"It's no trouble at all, welcome to Lungmen. If you need anything, you can report it to the Royal Guard Bureau."

The young police officer in charge of border control casually uttered his work-related phrases. Then he handed his identification to the large tree in front of him and saluted.

"I wish you all the best in your work and have a great time in Lungmen."

"Thank you."

After saying that, Da Shu put away his identification document, stepped on the gas, and the car drove into the city.

After moving a little away from the border checkpoint, the man handed his identification to the woman next to him.

"Huang, take a look and see which one is whose, and sort them out."

"Oh."

The black-haired woman, Huang, took the identification documents from the man's hand, carefully put away the top one, and then handed the next two photos to the girl behind her and the man beside her.

"Little Amiya, this is your identification document, keep it safe!"

"This is yours, Ace. Do you want me to put it there for you?"

"Oh, I'll put it in the drawer in front of you. I'll get it myself later."

Following Ace's words, Huang opened the drawer in front of him, put his identification document inside, and then closed the drawer.

After entering, Amiya, sitting in the back row, rolled down the window and stared intently at the street outside, her eyes fixed on Lungmen's slums.

"They...are all infected?"

In just those two minutes of driving, Amiya saw many infected people, some of whom had developed lesions in certain parts of their bodies, but there were also normal people mixed in with them.

"In other words, they are all poor people, and only poor people would want to associate with infected people. Because they don't have the money to live in better places, and who knows, they might become infected themselves someday."

Ace, seemingly intentionally, mentioned these things while in the driver's seat, which prompted Huang, sitting next to him, to speak up.

"Ace, talk less."

"She needs to know these things to some extent; Amiya has a lot to shoulder..."

Ace didn't want Amiya to know this so soon. But at Dr. Kal'tsit's behest, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.

"Longmen's policies toward infected individuals are much more lenient than those of other countries, but they still impose considerable restrictions. For example, infected individuals are not allowed to work in government-related units or hold positions in key industries."

As Ace spoke, he kept turning the spinning wheel, heading towards their destination.

"In short, Amiya, you need to take a good look. This is an opportunity you need to seize. Although we all know you are already good enough, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just observe these things."

Ace couldn't help but change his tune, telling Amiya to just watch and not to think too much or ask too many questions.

As the future leader of Rhodes Island, she is already able to take charge of many matters within the island.

But in the eyes of Huang and veterans like Ace, she still seems to be that child, the child who followed behind Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor, curiously watching them handle their work.

We need to make these children shoulder the future of Rhodes Island, the future of the Infected...

I simply couldn't bear it.

"Okay! I understand! Ace-senpai!"

Little Amiya nodded seriously, taking Ace's words to heart.

This is indeed something she needs to do, and even if Ace doesn't say it, she will care.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that now. Ace, didn't you say there would be operators waiting for us in Lungmen?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Huang couldn't help but interrupt. They had only just arrived in Longmen, and their trip was just for purchasing and preparation, so there was no need to think about such complicated issues.

Having finally taken on such an easy task, how could I not enjoy this rare vacation?

"Yes, there will be, but I estimate that none of you will remember her."

Ace nodded, his tone somewhat strange.

“Especially Amiya, Kal'tsit probably didn’t let you have any contact with her before, she only saw her file and told you to keep your distance from her.”