Ark Undead

"Run! Run! Don't look back! Don't look back!"

However, Kroos failed to understand his micro-expressions and, under curious gazes, took out her operator card.

I ordered a dish that looked quite novel.

Although there was no meat, Kroos was not unable to accept such food.

The immortals often taught her that she should eat a little of everything and not just like one kind of food.

To use the metaphor of an immortal person.

Only a bucket can become stronger.

Of course, this is just a joke by the non-dead; the real reason is definitely for nutritional balance.

So Kroos picked up this abyssal nutritional meal from the Demon King Hibiscus.

I sat down in front of my seat.

Although it did smell a bit strange, Kroos did not have any doubts about it.

The cafeteria was deserted, and the operators at the surrounding windows were all staring intently at Kroos.

If anything goes wrong, they will send Kroos to the medical department immediately.

While it may not require stomach pumping, you can find a doctor to help temporarily shut down your taste buds.

They watched Kroos pick up the spoon, watched Kroos scoop up a spoonful of soup, and watched Kroos put that spoonful of soup into his mouth.

Then, the second bite.

The group exchanged glances, sensing that something was amiss.

Finally, the person in charge of the window selling Kroos Nutritional Meals couldn't help but ask.

"Hey! Little Ke! How does it taste?"

Kroos looked up; her spoon still held a spoonful of fluorescent green soup.

She nodded calmly and gave her assessment.

"good."

Really?

A newly recruited operator glanced curiously at the nutritional meal in front of him, and hesitated slightly before reaching out his hand.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

The operator at the other window saw the actions of the newly recruited operator at the other window and couldn't help but ask a question.

"I'm just... curious about what it tastes like."

His voice came through the communicator, and everyone couldn't help but want to grab him. But unfortunately, what should have been just a few meters between them now felt like an insurmountable distance between mountains gazing at each other.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

That's hell ahead!

But it was too late.

The moment the newly recruited operator removed his gas mask, his face turned pale.

The moment that spoonful of soup actually touches the tongue, another heartbroken person is added to the world.

"Quickly! Call the medical department! Tell them to bring people over!"

"CPR! CPR!"

"Ugh...I can't take it anymore...Quick...run away!"

On that day, Kroos was crowned on the Dining Throne.

Just as Kroos was surrounded by people, ascended the dining hall throne, and received her scepter—a lifetime 20% discount card for the dining hall.

One person, however, opened his eyes and awoke from his deep sleep.

"Mr. Undying, you're awake?"

Kroos resisted the urge to add, "The surgery was a success, you're a girl now," and turned back to record the time.

Kroos is also a high-ranking official at Rhodes Island and is key to maintaining the operation of the entire Rhodes Island's small mobile city.

Almost all of Rhodes Island's technological advancements were developed under Kroos's sole responsibility. In a sense, she was a genius.

Kroos is of the same race as Warfarin; both are Sarkaz, the Blood Demons.

But Kroos prefers the smell of engine oil to blood. Perhaps this is related to her personal preferences.

The immortal opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and uttered a sentence.

"How much did I sleep...?"

But before he could finish his sentence, he gradually stopped speaking.

The moment he opened his mouth and inhaled air, he felt something different.

But Kroos didn't stop. She stared at the computer screen, looking at the various data of the undead's body, taking notes and talking at the same time.

“Three days, a full three days. At first, I thought you were fast asleep; I couldn’t wake you up no matter what I did. If a famous warrior knight were to run into trouble on Rhodes Island, I wouldn’t know what to do. Even Kal’tsit would have a headache.”

As Kroos spoke, her hands never moved, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she occasionally reached out to operate the virtual screen beside her, recording the entire process.

"Oh, by the way, while you were asleep, Melantha and Kroos were looking for you. Dr. Kal'tsit has already informed them that you've gone out on a mission and won't be back for a few days."

As she spoke, Kroos turned her head and glanced at the Undead.

The immortal was still lying on the equipment, motionless inside his armor. If it weren't for the fact that the temperature monitoring showed no change, Krusil would have thought he was dead.

"Hello? Are you there? Are you still alive?"

Kroos went to the glass and knocked on it, trying to get the undead's attention.

After a long pause, the immortal finally reacted, sat up from the machine, and then spoke apologetically.

"There was a bit of an unexpected situation, sorry...?"

The immortal was speaking when he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Even Kroos's eyes widened.

"You've stopped stuttering?!"

Yes, when the Undying Man said those words just now, his speech was very smooth, without the previous strained and uncomfortable feeling of speaking in segments.

Moreover, not only have their speaking speed and habits changed, but even the voices of the immortals have changed.

Although the sound was still muffled because of the armor, it was clear that the person was much younger.

The immortals couldn't help but reach out and touch their masks.

When he first woke up, he tried to speak, but the moment he uttered the first syllable, he felt a peculiar, somewhat unfamiliar sensation in his mouth.

Those who don't die know that this is the sense of taste and smell.

He opened his mouth to breathe, and the smell of machinery and engine oil filled his mouth. This slightly pungent, astringent taste instantly brought the immortal to his senses.

He lay there carefully, breathing in and out on the machine. Like a child who had received a new toy, he tried to capture every scent he could smell.

Besides the engine oil, there was also a rusty smell.

These are indelible bloodstains left on the armor and greatsword of the undead.

He didn't react until Kroos called him, and he sat up from the instrument to reply.

But after this conversation, his previously hoarse voice became as smooth as if lubricated.

When you want to say something, the sentence will naturally come to mind, and then the sentence will pop out of the immortal's mouth.

Unlike before, he didn't have to hold the words in his mouth for ages before squeezing them out two at a time.

Holy crap!

Kroos couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

She glanced at the box of emergency stamina drops next to her and hesitated.

This stuff can make you younger? I never knew that before, and it never worked for me when I used it.

Want to try a bite now?

"Sorry, I need some time..."

After the immortal sat up, he didn't rush to get off the machine. He needed to sort out his memories and everything he had just acquired.

Yes, during the three days the Undead were missing, it was after his conversation with Kal'tsit that he decided to try and see what the effects of absorbing human nature would be.

So he asked Kal'tsit for a quiet place. Kal'tsit also took the opportunity to make her own request; she was also interested in this thing that the Doctor called the Humanity Potion.

For ordinary people, this is at most a stimulant with almost no side effects, capable of keeping someone in a state of heightened alertness for a period of time. But the fact that no one died proves that this thing is definitely not simple.

So the Undead reached an agreement with Kal'tsit to extract human essence in the laboratory below the warehouse, while Kroos recorded the data nearby.

After arriving at the laboratory, the Undead first opened the box of Emergency Sanity Elixir, then raised his hand, and a ball of golden flame appeared in his right hand.

The moment the flames appeared, the Undead immediately felt the burning desire emanating from them.

So he poured his humanity onto the flames.

Immediately afterwards, the immortal's brain felt as if it had been hit by a hammer, followed by a feeling of drowsiness and exhaustion.

Humanity boils in the flames, and this viscous liquid is gradually absorbed by the flames.

During this process, the Undead felt as if many things had entered his mind. As this process gradually increased, he lost control of his thoughts.

I feel like a complete mess right now, my mind is a jumbled mess.

Summoning my last shred of rationality, I lay down next to the machine and then entered a deep sleep.

Three days later, the immortal slowly awoke.

He experienced feelings he had never felt before.

That feeling dates back to before he became immortal. For the immortal now, it's a newly acquired perception.

So he sat in the chair, trying to make some sounds while breathing.

I reorganized the information that suddenly popped into my head.