Ark Undead

"This artifact is a full suit of armor that has been burned. Although it is charred and even completely blackened, the patterns on it are unlike anything I've ever seen before."

The foreman said in a pretentious manner.

"It's very likely that these items belonged to the ancient nobles of Kazimierz. They left Kazimierz a long time ago and settled in Colombia! They were destroyed by a natural disaster, but the items inside survived it!"

The workers looked at each other, wondering if this thing was worth a lot of money.

They looked at the foreman, then at the wooden crates over there.

"What are you doing! Don't get anything funny!"

The foreman yelled and waved for the workers around him to move away.

A worker with a fawning smile approached the foreman and whispered something.

"Boss, look. You don't even know what this thing in here looks like. Can you open the box and let us see it?"

The worker rubbed his hands together, a cigarette still dangling from his mouth.

"My son Kuranta at home is always thinking about finding a knight to learn from, saying he wants to participate in the knight competition in the future. We don't have any money right now, so I can only tell him these stories to satisfy his craving."

Actually, the foreman was also a little itchy; he had only heard about it but had never seen anything like it.

Even the friend at the transit point only gave him a rough outline; most of it was made up by him.

"This isn't a good idea."

The foreman hesitated.

He did indeed have the authority to open the box, and he was the one who handled the lock on it; he even knew the password.

However, this was not something he could touch. If he opened it and the artifacts inside were damaged in any way, he couldn't afford to pay for it himself.

"Hey, it's just a glance, and we promise we won't lay a hand on you!"

Seeing this opportunity, the other workers immediately gathered around.

"Um..."

The foreman thought about it. He was also envious. He had only seen the recorded pictures, but had never seen the armor in person.

So he waved his hand, signaling two workers to close the warehouse door, while he himself went to the wooden crates.

The warehouse door was closed, and six workers responsible for transportation huddled together, their hard hats fastened tightly, waiting for the foreman to unlock it!

The foreman nervously pressed the code, and the combination lock was unlocked.

But the lid of the wooden box was unusually heavy. It took two workers working together to flip the lid of the box over.

When the armor inside was revealed, everyone almost held their breath.

The charred armor, with cracks on its surface that threatened to break, remained stubbornly intact.

The gauntlet had a faint reddish tinge, as if it had been soaked in red paint before being burned.

The style of the armor is quite different from modern knight armor. Regardless of its origin, it shows no signs of modern craftsmanship. However, the patterns on it subtly give off a sense of inexplicable luxury.

Especially the pattern on its head, which resembles an iron crown, makes it seem as if the body lying here is the remains of a king.

"My goodness..."

One of the foremen stared so intently that he instinctively reached out his hand, only to be slapped hard by the foreman.

"Don't touch it!"

The foreman glared at the man, who then snapped out of his reverie and admired the armor for a while longer with a look of rapture.

Only then did he reluctantly instruct the workers to lay the straw back on and then close the wooden lid.

"this..."

The workers were all speechless; they had never seen such a complete set of armor before.

"Alright! We've seen what we needed to see. Today's events never happened, nobody knows anything about them!"

The foreman put the combination lock back on and urged the workers to leave.

After seeing the armor, he felt both satisfied and somewhat uneasy.

I have a feeling that something big is about to happen.

After driving all the workers out the back door, the foreman turned back and inspected the wooden crates and combination locks again.

He only left after confirming that there were no problems again.

This is something that's going to be sent to an auction house, something those noble gentlemen will fight over! How could we not be concerned?

That night, around midnight.

There were patrolling soldiers guarding the Donggang warehouse. Most of these patrolling soldiers were lower-ranking knights who had registered with the Knights Association. Some of them had participated in the knight competition, but they failed to even pass the preliminary rounds.

Unable to amass wealth as a knight, he could only take odd jobs in places like this, while secretly training himself and dreaming of one day shining in the knightly competition and earning his own title.

In the No. 1 warehouse, which contained important items in the Donggang warehouse, a wooden crate began to shake.

The wooden box emitted a strange sound, like the crisp sound of steel clashing, yet somewhat muffled.

It seems someone is inside the wooden crate, trying to get out.

The wooden crate stopped shaking after a while.

BOOM!

A sudden explosion resounded throughout the warehouse, the wooden crates were blown open, and the original combination locks lost their effectiveness.

A charred figure emerged from the exploded wooden crate.

Some fragments fell loosely from the charred armor.

The entire suit of armor was gradually crumbling along the original damaged lines as the person moved.

The undead reached out and extinguished the burning straw on his body. He was still a little dizzy from just blowing open the wooden box with magic.

"..."

The immortal was somewhat bewildered; where was he?

I was just here...

Where was he before?

His mind was a mess. He vaguely remembered doing many great things, but he couldn't remember any of them now.

Only some names and the stories behind them remain somewhat remembered.

Everything was a mess, and the Undead was trying to sort out what was going on in his head.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded in the warehouse, and people were shouting outside.

"Warehouse Number One has exploded! Warehouse Number One has exploded! Come and help!"

The Undead were getting annoyed by the alarm, and they didn't have any suitable weapons at hand.

I looked around, and all I saw was darkness.

The Undead raised his hand, and a ball of flame appeared in his left hand. He stood up while maintaining this flame, and the light emitted by the flame illuminated the surroundings.

The most important thing now is to get out of here!

After realizing what he needed to do most, he went to the wall and raised his right hand.

boom!

The powerful punch smashed a hole in the wall, and the gauntlets on his arms trembled from the violent impact, with fragments of his armor falling downwards.

The armor was barely holding on.

The immortal man slammed around the wall two or three more times, smashing several more holes in the corners, then protected his head and slammed his whole body against it.

Another loud bang. The temporary warehouse wasn't very sturdy to begin with, and the undead used their bodies to smash a hole in it.

He finally saw the outside world.

In the distance, tall buildings stand in rows, while nearby, watchtowers shine with blinding lights.

The undead had no recollection of this place and could only run outwards following one exit.

As he ran, his armor shattered and fell to the ground.

As it emerged from the wooden crate, fragments scattered across the ground, gradually exposing the undead's body to the air.

It wasn't particularly strong, and was still somewhat withered.

There are people over there!

"Quick! Chase after them!"

The undead were illuminated by the light, and shouts from lower-ranking knights rang out behind him.

He ran towards the corner, his armor completely shattering and falling off.

Only in his trouser pockets was a piece of brownish-gray cloth protecting the last vestige of his body's privacy.

After turning east and west, the immortal stopped under the wall supported by barbed wire.

He summoned a ball of fire and slammed it onto the barbed wire.

The barbed wire was smashed open by the flames, and molten iron dripped down the drooping wires from the broken ends.

The undead, wrapped only in a piece of cloth, finally broke through the wall and disappeared into the streets and alleys near the port.

The next day, the foreman came to the broken wall, and the bread he had been holding in his mouth fell down without him noticing.

"Hey, did you know? Last night, someone saw a suit of armor move and run away at Warehouse Number One."

"real or fake?"

"It's true, the warehouse was blown up, and there were fragments of armor lying on the road. Then this armor exploded in the southeast corner, and the lower-ranking knight who was chasing it saw the armor disappear after the explosion."

"..."

The foreman was expressionless, but his body was already riddled with holes.

The armor escaped and then exploded? A story fabricated by a poorly guarded lower-ranking knight, which the workers might believe.

But his boss wouldn't believe such nonsense!

He needs to think carefully about what kind of job he should look for next.