Ark Undead

Its limbs twitched, trying to come back together. But the monster, having lost its core, finally stopped struggling after the twitching.

Skadi sighed softly, her silver hair falling down, partially obscuring her face.

His tone remained as cold as ever, but a hint of regret and self-reproach flickered in his crimson eyes as he looked at the cold corpse.

"sorry."

...

"Hey, Iron Bucket, are you listening? Hello?"

Old Seto reached out and tapped the table in front of him, trying to get the undead in front of him back to his senses.

The Undead propped himself up, paused for a moment, looked at old Setu in front of him, and then spoke.

"Feel sorry."

"You're the one asking me questions, and you're not even paying attention yourself, honestly."

Old Setu complained as he scooped a spoonful of hot milk tea into his cup and took a sip.

The Undead frowned.

Just now, he seemed to have sensed a somewhat familiar aura for a moment, like the hostility of an enemy he had killed before, but the target was not himself.

Who was it again?

The immortal searched his mind endlessly, but could not find the answer.

However, that aura was abruptly cut off before it could grow stronger, disappearing from the undead's perception.

The swirling snow disrupted the Undead's senses, making it impossible for him to discern the origin of the faint aura.

"Is it just my imagination...?"

The Undead muttered something under his breath.

"What illusion?"

Old Seto heard the undead whisper and instinctively asked a question.

"nothing."

The Undead shook his head; even he couldn't explain it clearly.

"Anyway, thank you."

He picked up something from the bar—a bag of bait made from minced meat. Old Seto had gotten it for him that afternoon.

It is said that if you apply this stuff to the tree trunk, the smell will travel a long distance.

Hungry beasts will follow the scent to find wounded prey.

Although it might attract some other beasts, it's better than having no other options.

"go Go."

Old Seto waved his hand; he was also preparing to close up shop.

As before, the Undead went to the woodshed behind Old Seto's courtyard, picked up a bundle of firewood, placed the key on the lamp stand, and left the courtyard.

Braving the raging snow, the Undead walked out of Old Seto's courtyard.

Hunting is impossible tonight; we'll have to see if the snow and wind lessen tomorrow and then figure out a solution.

As he walked toward his cave, the Undead was still recalling the aura he had just sensed.

Deep, sticky, and filled with endless longing.

But strangely, there was no matching person in his memory.

Moreover, the aura disappeared so quickly that even the non-dead could no longer distinguish it.

Having already spotted the dim yellow light amidst the dark snowstorm, the Undead gathered his thoughts and quickened his pace to continue walking.

Tonight is reading time again. There are still a few books I haven't started reading yet. Which one should I read tonight...?

"..."

The Undead man instinctively raised his right hand and gripped the hilt of the greatsword. He saw the marks of his resting cave entrance.

There were marks indicating that a heavy object had been dragged in. Although partially covered by the falling snowflakes, the dented area still caught the Undead's attention.

The traces were congealed with darkened blood, mixed with ice and snow, and stretched far into the distance.

He silently took a step forward, his right hand gripping the hilt of the sword behind his shoulder, and entered his own cave.

The sweltering heat melted the snowflakes on the undead's robes, and he finally saw the figure entering his cave.

It was a giant bear with snow-white fur, its furious eyes still blazing, and its mouth was open, revealing sharp, yellow teeth.

Isn't this the giant bear that the Undead have been searching for? It's this guy that kept the villagers of Youquan Town from going up the mountain for several days.

But it died.

To be precise, the immortals only saw a part of the scene.

When the Undead went a little further in, he saw the complete scene.

Her once smooth golden hair was now stuck together with blood and melted snowflakes, and one of her ears had drooped, leaving only one standing upright.

His arms were wrapped in tattered cloth, with blood seeping out, starting from under his palm and extending to his elbow.

However, rough and unaesthetic bandaging does nothing to help the wound heal except to stop the bleeding.

His clothes were completely tattered, exposing large portions of his skin covered in blood and dust.

Two congealed scabs remained on the fully exposed waistline, suggesting that the wounds had been there for a long time.

Several weapons leaning against the wall were spotlessly clean. If it weren't for the scratches on the blades and gun barrels, you would never guess they had been in battle.

One can imagine how much their owner cherished them.

Their owner, meanwhile, was busy gnawing on a piece of meat that wasn't fully cooked.

It was clear that she was extremely hungry after the battle with the giant bear.

Hearing footsteps coming from the cave entrance, the child, who was covered in wounds from his wanderings, raised his head warily.

She saw the huge figure standing at the cave entrance, and she also saw him gripping the hilt of the sword behind her shoulder.

The wanderer immediately put down the piece of meat she had just taken a few bites of, quickly picked up the weapon lying next to the wall, and aimed it at the figure in front of her.

If he makes any aggressive move, I will immediately swing my gun and sword!

But the man glanced at the campfire, then at himself, remained silent for a moment, pointed to the fire, and spoke.

"This is my campfire."

The sword stuck in the campfire was used by the wanderers as a barbecue grill, with a piece of freshly cooked meat secured on it with firewood. Blood and melting fat dripped into the fire below, causing the flames to flare up erratically.

Upon seeing this, the Undead's fists clenched unconsciously.

When the girl saw the firewood behind the undead and then glanced at the campfire beside him, the wariness and hostility on her face quickly faded, replaced by panic.

I accidentally occupied someone else's home!

I was so hungry and tired that I didn't notice anything, and then the person in question came back.

The wanderer slowly lowered his weapon, not daring to look at the armored man in front of him. He circled the ground several times before noticing the chunk of flesh that had just been thrown down.

She quickly picked up the pieces of meat, enduring her hunger, and reluctantly stretched out her hand.

Despite the fact that it was still covered in dust and grease.

"eat!"

The Undead glanced at the piece of meat in the little girl's hand; blood was still seeping from the bitten part, indicating it wasn't fully cooked.

The little girl hadn't wiped the grease from the corners of her mouth, and her lips were cracked in several places. She looked at the undead's face, which was also covered in dirty dust and had two or three scratches from friction.

Although he didn't need to eat, his clenched left hand gradually loosened.

Seeing the man in front of her fall silent, the little girl thought that wasn't enough. So she quickly pointed with her scarred arm to the pieces of meat sitting on the fire beside her.

"These are for you too!"

The Undead remained silent, then looked at the bonfire sword soaked in grease, and the chunks of meat resting on the firewood.

Unconsciously, he clenched his left fist again.

62. The Wanderer and the Immortal

"Huffing and puffing."

The blonde girl was holding a large chunk of meat and gnawing on it.

Using the word "gnaw" to describe a girl eating is indeed somewhat vulgar, but it also reflects the hunger and plight of the homeless person.

They simply use their teeth to bite off chunks of meat, then swallow them after only a few chews, not caring that their hands are covered in grease and blood.

If the cooked meat in her hand were replaced with raw meat, it would resemble the scene of a wild beast eating its prey.

The Undead eventually allowed the wanderer to continue eating by the campfire he had built.

But he still took the piece of roasted meat off the campfire.

Under the girl's curious gaze, he used his hands to move two pieces of firewood to make a frame, and then placed the wooden frame with the meat pieces on it next to the campfire.

Honestly, if the Undead saw grease dripping onto their swords in the campfire again, they might do something outrageous.

Inside the cave, the only sounds for a moment were the slurping of food and the constant popping of firewood.

The immortal picked up a book, opened the title page, and began his reading for the evening.

As the immortal remained silent for a long time, the girl gradually lowered her guard.

In less than two minutes, the entire large piece of meat was completely devoured.

As the wanderer carefully removed the pieces of meat from the wooden rack, he quickly glanced at the undead sitting next to him.

She couldn't see the undead's face hidden under the helmet.

But the absence of hostility is the most effective way for her to show goodwill.

During her years of wandering, she experienced a lot, and the exposed crystalline fragments became the source of people's dislike for her.