I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"That dwarf is the one who manages the Blood Cult. I forcibly captured him to prevent him from causing trouble in the Dark Soul world. I'm not sure if killing him will lead to his resurrection here or in the Dark Soul world," Sun Yang explained.

[The world of the Dark Soul? A fancy name. That being's soul, like yours and mine, is connected to the First Flame. Even in death, it remains firmly grasped by the flame; we cannot escape it. This is both a blessing and a curse. Ahem, I've strayed off topic. I just mentioned the concept of the Warp.] Strider coughed and brought the subject back.

You call this observable area the Warp. Of course, you can call it whatever you want. During my research, I noticed that the soul is essentially life energy, and performing miracles, spells, and magic are just different manifestations of the use of soul power.

[Psychic energy, souls, magic, these forces all manifest and follow different rules. But in this warp, they still follow certain rules—a sufficiently powerful individual can capture a lone individual operating in the warp.] Strider came to a chilling conclusion.

"Master Sun Yang, it wasn't an accident that you were knocked to the radiation world while navigating the warp—of course, it could also be an accident, because I speculate that it wasn't an attack, but something trying to capture you but accidentally knocking you away." Strade gave his own hypothesis.

"What the hell? Don't scare me." Sun Yang frowned.

I speculate that any sufficiently strong individual would be able to extend their tentacles a little further into the subspace, and that would be their prey range, just like a predator waiting for its prey to take the bait on the seabed.

I think it might have nothing to do with intelligence. I've seen immense sea beasts in the ocean. While they can break through the waves, they're also clueless and incompetent. There are countless creatures with powers but no way to use them, relying solely on instinct. Of course, this is just speculation.

"Did you learn this through observation?" Sun Yang felt it was becoming increasingly difficult to bear.

"Dr. Pascal and I have recorded a large amount of data. Master Sun Yang, your flight isn't very fast. Are there individuals with such a strong soul that could be captured by them?" Strider produced a notebook.

"So what you mean is that I might be eaten while flying in the subspace?" Sun Yang felt like he was going to vomit blood.

"To be more precise, it's capture. I've observed several souls, similar to yours, that move slowly. Some return after a while, while others escape only after the tentacles disappear. I imagine this type of capture is similar to attraction, drawing the target within a certain range." Strider pored over the words, trying to determine their true meaning.

"You also know about gravity?" Sun Yang interrupted just to give his brain a break.

"It's not like I don't study; I'm even involved in scientific research. In short, these powerful individuals can only capture and pull others into their own world. From what I've observed, successful escapes are either achieved by killing powerful individuals from their original world or by having sufficient propulsion power in their escape devices." Strider pointed at the teleporter in Sun Yang's hand.

"Where else can I get this strange energy related to time and space? So I can only try to kill that individual." Sun Yang was a little annoyed.

"I've seen crews from several ships working together to kill a whale. Being strong doesn't mean being invincible. Besides, Master Sun Yang, you can definitely come back. The First Flame will always be with you, and it will also reshape your body."

"Reshaping... So it means coming back from the dead? And when did you become such a mystery?" Sun Yang probably figured out what the hell this theory was.

[This is my respect for the First Flame. Master Sun Yang, you are so cautious about everything except the First Flame. That's all I have to say. I'm going back to rest. Call me if you find anything good in the world of Dark Souls.] Strade stretched, took out his phone from his pocket, and walked out of the room while looking at it.

This guy won't be poisoned by modern society. Sun Yang communicated with the various bases and the humanoids carrying out the mission, then casually closed the window.

Come to think of it, I think I left a diary for Rukatiye. I feel so sorry for her for not coming back for so long. I wonder where she's put it now, or where I can find her.

Sun Yang searched everywhere until he finally found the notebook and pen under his pillow. Rukatiye must have put them there after he finished writing.

"Let me see what's written..." Sun Yang flipped open his notebook. Rukatiye's dog-chewed handwriting began on the first page. Perhaps she'd spent all her time practicing swordplay and fighting, and hadn't put much thought into her handwriting.

The content is only a dozen pages.

At first, the time intervals between writings were not long, and Lucatia wrote down the details in a formal manner, hoping to get help.

But after writing a few times, Rukatiye complained directly in her diary that she couldn't find Sun Yang at all, and it seemed that she was the only one using this notebook, and no one else had ever written in it.

From then on, the time span became longer. Rukatiye began to report where he had been, what problems he had encountered, and so on.

With the weapons given by Sun Yang, she broke through the earth tower and met Lei, who was quite reluctant to communicate with others, and Scarlett, who was a warm-hearted undead in the loose alliance of the rogue knight Gulencol and Bradley.

Of these two, Lei was dressed as an assassin, wielding spellfire and short weapons. Scarlett wore a simple priestly garb, wielding a mace and spear, and wearing relatively simple cloth. Yet, these two were surprisingly strong. The enemies in this area couldn't even penetrate their bodies with their weapons, leaving only holes in their clothing.

The two used their powerful martial arts to help the other weak undead, while absorbing more souls during the battle. However, Rukatiye mentioned that Scarlett's nickname was "Agent Scarlett". I don't know who came up with the nickname, but it gradually became popular.

However, Agent Scarlett is prone to daydreaming. I once built a platform that would drop downwards, and she was standing under it. She was amused by the strange patterns on the wall and was almost crushed to death.

A long time passed since then. Rukatiye mentioned that after leaving the earthen tower, she traveled eastward and arrived at a place called the Ancient Iron Kingdom. The soldiers there were well-equipped, and the environment was particularly strange. The soldiers were generally equipped with relatively slender full-body armor and fought with narrow long swords and bows and arrows.

The strange environment and equipment weren't the problem. The problem was the exceptional strength and superior equipment of the soldiers there. Rukatiye concluded after the battle that their training was on par with Miller's Knights, and that each one was proficient in using their sword and bow, and coordinated well with the surrounding warriors.

Rukatiye, who had relied on her martial arts prowess to get to this point, could no longer do so. She mentioned that she had to be vigilant against even the most ordinary soldiers. She was confident of victory in a one-on-one fight, but in a two-on-two situation, she would be completely defeated by their superb coordination. These soldiers would not only attack from both sides or from behind, but sometimes the soldiers in the rear would also coordinate, drawing their bows and shooting arrows to support the soldiers in the front.

The key is that they are incredibly accurate. Rukatiye mentioned that several times, his hat was pierced by those huge arrows, and his head was shattered in half on the spot. Fortunately, Rukatiye was strong enough to retreat with his head covered.

Besides these uncooperative ordinary soldiers, there was a smaller number of soldiers who were taller and better equipped. These soldiers wielded weapons imbued with the power of lightning, bows with increased power, and a special sword-drawing technique. When they used this technique, their attacks became incredibly fast and powerful.

She had been killed many times there, and in moments of crisis, she had used the bullets she carried. But Rukatiye didn't have much ammunition on her. She had only managed to kill fifteen soldiers with her weapon in one go. But in this ancient iron kingdom, the Molten Iron City, there were at least a hundred soldiers who challenged her to battle. Even if she used up all her bullets, she still wouldn't have enough.

After experiencing several deaths, Rukatiye decided not to attack by force and instead looked elsewhere. She heard from passersby that the honey-like well could lead to the underground world, so she decided to go down and see if it was true.

After experiencing more than a dozen long falls and deaths, Rukatiye decided that this wasn't going to work. She did see a lot of caves during her fall—but she couldn't get down that deep. She fell to her death halfway through.

Her remaining human figures were becoming increasingly vulnerable, and she was on the verge of dying. After careful consideration, Rukatiye decided to fight in a less intense area, first acquiring more souls to strengthen herself.

At the end of her diary, Rukatiye mentioned that she planned to go somewhere familiar to hone her martial arts skills and unleash her potential. With more strength, speed, and experience, she was confident that the enemies of Molten Iron City would be no match for her. If nothing unexpected happened, she would be out fighting for about a month.

The diary ends here. Rukatiye has been out training for some time.

She's been to quite a few places... Should I level up here and wait for her to come back? This lack of a portrait is a bit dangerous. I'll just say hello first and leave her a message. It feels really bad for her to leave her here all this time.

Sun Yang shook his head. Rukatiye wasn't a stubborn person; she wouldn't back down. She could take care of herself. After gathering his thoughts, Sun Yang removed his power suit and changed into a loose-fitting robe. This was still more comfortable for strolling around Rumi.

He carefully pushed open the familiar yet unfamiliar broken door, and the bright and warm sun outside shone on him. Warm and sweet like honey, I am finally back.

Before my eyes, I still saw the huge well, leading to nowhere. Further away, on the seashore, familiar figures were leaning against it.

The green-robed girl still sat by the campfire rocks, while the disheartened brother in the distance stared blankly at the sea. The blacksmith and her daughter murmured in their dilapidated little room, and in Ah San's merchandise shop, the clanking and clattering of things could be heard.

A white cat was wandering on the roof, and the rustling sound of writing could be heard from Map Brother's room nearby.

Everything is so familiar, familiar people are doing familiar things, just like every day.

236 Old Friend

Sun Yang was in a good mood. Although these undead people might not have any ideas, for Sun Yang, these people were old acquaintances whom he had not seen for a long time!

"Everyone~~!! Long time no see!" Sun Yang rushed towards the center of Rumi. The people who had just been working on their own things looked up and greeted Sun Yang in a friendly manner when they saw him.

"Long time no see, Sun Yang. You haven't been here for a while," the white cat greeted. "Well, you smell nice, a smell I like."

Is this the smell of the soul? Sun Yang touched the white cat's head and then chatted with various acquaintances.

"You haven't been back for a long time, Sun Yang. So long that we thought you died out there," said the blacksmith Renigaz, who had a zombie face, very calmly. "How could you come back alive? How did you get out of your house? Shouldn't you have emerged from the campfire?"

"Just some experiments, experiments, you know. By the way, how long have I been away? I have no idea." Sun Yang asked, scratching his head.

"I don't know. No one would remember that kind of thing. There are no seasons and the days just pass one by one." Reinijaz said nonchalantly.

"Aren't you curious about why I've been away for so long?" Sun Yang always felt it was a bit strange to ask this, but he was indeed a little curious about Rumi's not-so-enthusiastic and somewhat cold attitude.

"It's not surprising. Isn't it common for travelers like you to be away for months? Some just come here for a while and leave, while others get lost in unfamiliar surroundings. Most die out there. If I had to worry about every familiar face who's been gone for a few months or even a year, I'd have died long ago. I advise you to be more open-minded."

The blacksmith's daughter said that she was squatting in the open space in front of the blacksmith's door with a pile of messy materials beside her. She used the tools in her hands to rub off the dust or powder on them and put them on the small table for testing.

"My daughter went out for a walk when she had nothing to do, and brought back a bunch of stones. Humph, at least she can exchange some souls for living. Also, I welcome you back, at least there are still some people here. Just tell me if you need anything." Renigaz talked for a while, but finally welcomed Sun Yang.

"I think I do need it." Sun Yang glanced at the spell girl, the magician, and the discouraged brother on the hillside, waved to them, indicating that he was back.

"Take a look at this Holy Bell. Can it be strengthened?" Sun Yang took out the Holy Dragon Bell that he had been using for a long time. He has been using it ever since he found this weapon from those warriors who specialized in PVP in the Blood Cult base camp.

"Are you overestimating me? Are you kidding me? Such good things can only appear in the treasure house of the Archbishop of the Green Church." Renigaz's eyes widened when he saw the holy bell in his hand.

He turned it over and over for a long time before returning it to Sun Yang: "How would I know about this kind of thing? Do you think that if you bring me the clothes of the ancient gods, I will strengthen them with the cuneiform stone?"

"Hmm...what else?" Sun Yang scratched his head. Shouldn't the Renegaz blacksmith be able to enhance anything? It seems the White King Armor can also be enhanced? Speaking of which, it's quite outrageous that Indians can sell armor.

"Don't make fun of me. If I had that ability, I wouldn't have ended up here. However, I can see the magic power of the wedge-shaped stone on it... The magical power on it is quite powerful. Show it to my daughter." Renigaz pointed outside the door.

Sun Yang took it and handed it to his daughter who was outside the door.

"Let me see. Hmm, such a huge amount of magic power. It should be the use of lightning stones and a very powerful wedge stone. Can you perform a miracle on the air?" said the blacksmith's daughter.

Sun Yang simply swung his lightning spear and struck it at the open ground. But the blacksmith's daughter frowned, "Mr. Sun Yang, I don't think you've fully utilized the power of this catalyst. From what I've observed, you've only used less than half."

"Less than half?" Sun Yang looked at the holy bell in his hand. Its catalyst part was still smooth and round.

"I feel the power within it is very similar to the power contained within the two discs. The previous user expended considerable effort on it. Therefore, I can conclude that the full power of this catalyst has not been fully utilized."

Wait, what's my miracle level? And what's Long Ling's minimum miracle requirement? Sun Yang stroked his chin, searching his increasingly unreliable memory.

Long Ling, Long Ling seemed to require 50 Miracles? I can't remember how many I clicked. Sun Yang opened a window and brought up a virtual notebook with his last attribute list—mainly to see if there were any changes in his attributes after such a long time of activity.

Well, the miracle is only 25, which is very good. It is indeed only half of the attribute requirements. According to the principle that the higher the level, the more souls are required, the higher the level, the stronger it will be.

Well, at least there's nothing wrong with his eyes.

"I understand. Thank you, uh..." Sun Yang couldn't remember her name.

"Croyana, you must have always called me the blacksmith's daughter, right? It doesn't matter, everyone's memory is more or less affected." She didn't care much, shrugged and continued to play with her own stones.

After thanking him, Sun Yang walked over to the campfire. A woman with crimson hair and a green robe sat there, bored. When she saw Sun Yang approaching, she slowly stood up.

"Long time no see, Green Robe Sister." Sun Yang greeted her. His favorability increased by +1.

I'm so tired, so alone

The green-robed girl looked unsurprised, and simply used gestures to beckon Sun Yang over. Sun Yang squatted directly in front of the green-robed girl, and then a scene that had not appeared for a long time appeared before his eyes.

Vitality 22 Energy 28 Stamina 20 Willpower 36 Strength 16 Agility 12 Adaptability 18 Intelligence 20 Faith 28

It seemed that after experiencing the battles in the two worlds, Sun Yang's attributes had grown considerably. He compared them with his previous attributes.

Vitality +2, Energy +4, Stamina +5. I've been running for so long, and I've been doing a lot of music parties along the way, it would be a shame if these stats didn't increase. But honestly, it took so long to get these stats, and it's a bit strenuous to train a body that's not dead.

Willpower +6, Strength +1, Agility +2. The former is gained by constantly summoning humanoids and throwing lightning spears. The latter two are just bonus points, which are a symbolic increase after being out for so long.

Adaptability +3, Faith +3. Perhaps it's from running around in high-radiation environments and throwing lightning spears? I'm a bit confused, but at least doing that can increase stats.

The only thing that didn't change was intelligence. Sun Yang was quite calm about this result, even wanting to laugh. It would be strange if his intelligence had increased. With my current state, it would be strange if it could increase.

Sun Yang took a deep breath, channeling the soul within him to strengthen his body. Having fought in two worlds, Sun Yang's body already contained a considerable amount of soul.

Although it couldn't compare to the guys who had been killing the Giant King day and night, it was the only thing I could really keep after the long battle. The others were either easily damaged or needed other treatment.

After careful consideration, Sun Yang guided the huge soul in his body towards the miraculous attribute.

Although in the original work, the Miracle School was once jokingly called a school that even dogs wouldn't play (the spell school is not even worthy of being mentioned), but in this world, Dark Souls is a world where real bodies exist, and the stories praised by miracles can really bring out power.

Sun Yang's Miracle isn't as bad as it appears in the original game. He can usually kill a blind creature with one shot, and he'll BIU anyone he dislikes. It's both cool and powerful. From armored cans to ordinary people, BIU is enough to solve any problem.

Sun Yang had almost reached the point where he could unleash the power of the Dragon Bell, and the rest was spent on vitality. He had already deeply felt that simply stacking armor with those high-tech protective gear had its limits.

He wasn't a Gundam pilot, plane pilot, or tank pilot. As long as the armor remained limited to human-sized strength, its protective performance would remain a constant concern. Materials science and technological development would soon reach a bottleneck.

Since the upper limit of human size is very limited, it's better to let the old undead body do the job. As long as I am stronger and more durable than the power suit, there is no need to spend time developing a special human version of the power suit.

The huge soul was transferred into Sun Yang's body. His panel was updated quickly.

Vitality 34 Energy 28 Stamina 20 Willpower 36 Strength 16 Agility 12 Adaptability 18 Intelligence 20 Faith 50

When Sun Yang stood up from the ground and grasped his Dragon Holy Bell again, the surging magical power coming from it made him feel refreshed.

I didn’t have this feeling before when I didn’t have enough miracle points. At that time, I just didn’t care whether I lost any or not.

But now, the power coming from it made Sun Yang feel for the first time that he was a powerful creature.

"Your soul is already strong enough. But you--" The green-robed girl gave a formulaic speech, but was immediately interrupted by Sun Yang.

"Let me tell you, Green Robe Sister, there's no rush about this. My answer is, no rush. Let me look around and travel around the world until I've almost finished traveling." Sun Yang thanked Green Robe Sister again, and then left happily.

Sun Yang left a message on the notebook in his room that he had returned, and told Rukatiye that when he came back and saw the message, he must not go far, and that he would really be back soon this time.

"I should be back soon," Sun Yang muttered silently. "I'm already back in the Dark Souls world. There shouldn't be any powerful people who can knock me off to another world or capture me, right?"

The Cinder Lord Avatar and Charcoal Gwyn, please help! Oh no, they seem to be the same thing. By this point, we should have enough Cinder Lord Avatars, right?

Sun Yang's mind was buzzing with thoughts, and he couldn't help but want to collect more huge souls. It seemed like he was almost done with the earthen tower last time?

Thinking about these things, Sun Yang touched the campfire and moved forward to the battle progress long ago. The campfire quickly led him to the campfire in Liuyou Valley.

It was a familiar smell, lush green valleys and caves, and the sky was also a misty green. The wind smelled terrible, with all kinds of venom wafting through the air. If it weren't for the excellent physical fitness of the undead, they would have started to get sick after just one or two days.

Sun Yang had no problem with this. He took out his equipment, which he hadn't used for a long time, and prepared to put it on himself.

Dolema's Turban, Dolema's Short Robe, and Greedy Silver Serpent Ring. Dark Souls 2's soul-hunting set is quite extensive. There are different options for headgear and clothing. He already had three of them, and if he were to go separately, he still had one clown's glove left.

I remember that besides these individual pieces, there was also a set of Gaidol clothing that also increased souls. But it's quite strange, why would the Gaidol suit increase soul absorption? What kind of divine enchantment is this?

Things like the chest head, the goat head helmet, and the Dolema suit can all be forcibly explained—just put them on Andil's head. He made the chest head and the goat head.

That thing of Dolema is obviously something from the Blood Cult. You go out and kill people for a living, so isn't it normal to research some soul-sucking technology?

What the hell is going on with the Gadole suit? A bunch of stone miners are brimming with soul-sucking magic? What kind of cult is this?

Wait, that place seems to be controlled by the giant spider reincarnation of the White Dragon Sith, and there are also a large number of strange believers? Hiss—that seems to make sense. Anything made by the White Dragon Sith must be top-notch.

Sun Yang returned to the lower level of the earth tower wearing his own piecemeal soul-farming suit. As soon as he landed, he hurriedly called his designated scientific research leader, Stratford.

"Master Strade, is it possible for you to make a soul-boosting set?" Sun Yang made a harassing call.

[Hey, I'm only halfway through... What's this about soul-farming suits?] Strade put the tablet down and turned around to ask.