Chapter 1417
Staring at the ashes, the Gnome Ghoul stretched out its claws and viciously swept them aside, then burst into a fit of harsh laughter.
"You filthy things, did you think I’d forget what you did to me back then? Damn you, I remember every detail. You disgusting, foolish creatures—you ate two of my stomachs, took one of my eyes, an arm...
Damn idiots, it’s your fault I’m so skinny now, all because of you fools. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you just because you’ve changed a little? Now look at you—even the great Pluto couldn’t bring you back..."
Leon slowly descended from midair, his expression a bit odd. He could see it now—after awakening its intelligence, this creature’s brain was still not quite right, and at the very least, its eyesight was terrible.
These poor Mourning Vultures probably weren’t even a year old, yet this brain-addled Ghoul mistook them for the ones that had hurt him long ago.
Mourning Vultures, undead creatures that rarely reached even level ten, were indeed fond of devouring ghouls. After all, ghouls were about the only low-level undead with a bit of flesh left on their bones.
Most ghouls were barely level ten, not much different from low-rank skeleton soldiers, so naturally they ended up on the Mourning Vultures’ menu. But this particular Ghoul, whose mind was clearly scrambled, must have been hurt by Mourning Vultures a very, very long time ago...
If it could mistake these for the ones from its past, then mixing up Leon was hardly surprising...
"Baudi, why are you quiet again? Damn it, why can’t I learn to make fire? You, born of darkness, can ignite flames—truly, Pluto has favored you..."
Leon really didn’t know what to say. Pluto—this name was known by every sentient undead in the Undead Plane. Revered as the God of Wealth, Pluto was one of the oldest liches and the shrewdest businessman in the Undead Plane.
When Bain conquered the Undead Plane in the future, Pluto was the only one left unscathed—and he made a killing. He traded the soulflame of another ancient undead bone dragon to Bain for a vast territory in the Undead Plane, along with the right to do business freely. At his peak, Pluto even had a branch in Northend World.
But records about the Undead Plane in Northend World were always sparse. The parts about trade were just glossed over, and everything about the Undead Plane seemed taboo, with little documentation. Even after Bain conquered the Undead Plane, no one bothered to govern it—they just made sure it paid tribute in materials on schedule.
The only detailed records about the Undead Plane were about the powerful undead creatures—especially those special ones that needed unique methods to kill. The ways to slay these special beings were all carefully documented.
And then there were the endless notes about how chaotic the Undead Plane was, how savage its undead creatures were, and so on...
Originally, Leon hadn’t thought much of it, but ever since he started traveling with this ghoul named Gimble, he realized the records he’d read must have been doctored. As the saying goes, those were just the official accounts...
After Gimble led him to a city at least twenty kilometers in diameter and two or three thousand meters high, and Leon saw all those bizarre creatures bustling in and out, he knew for sure—the records he’d read were nothing but official gloss. Not a scrap of real information...
The records Leon had seen in the Heather City library never mentioned there was a place like this in the Undead Plane.
Weren’t the undead supposed to be fighting forever, locked in endless wars, always battling for territory? Weren’t they supposed to be nothing but a bunch of mindless idiots?
The city before him was carved out of a massive obsidian mountain and transformed into this towering metropolis. Even in Northend World, such a city would be astonishing—but here in the Undead Plane, Leon could only be shocked.
Obsidian was considered one of the best anti-magic materials. To hollow out such a massive block and turn it into a city, you couldn’t use any magic at all—it had to be crafted entirely by hand.
But for the Undead Plane, this was hardly a challenge. Mobilize a hundred million skeletons to hand-carve and excavate—what’s the big deal? If a hundred million isn’t enough, just bring in another hundred million zombies or ghouls to help...
No need to eat, no need to rest, tireless, fearless, unafraid of death—perfect laborers, really...
Gimble grinned at the towering city before them, his face filled with admiration.
"Hey, Baudi, see that? This is the city built by the great Pluto. All these people are here for the Undead Auction. Oh, do you know what an auction is?
Haha, you don’t, do you? The auction is something the great Pluto invented. Tons of amazing things show up at the Undead Auction, and you just have to trade something for them—whoever offers the most, gets the item."
Leon stared blankly at Gimble, feeling his entire worldview flip upside down.
An auction? An Undead Auction? An auction attended by a bunch of undead?
Could these guys really attend an auction like normal?
Gimble grinned smugly at Leon.
"Hey, Baudi, you really don’t get it, do you? Haha, let me tell you—clever Gimble figured out the Undead Auction in just three years. Damn it, remember: once you enter Pluto’s city, you absolutely must not cause trouble.
You don’t even know what trouble is, do you? It means you can’t go killing those filthy idiots. See that ugly skeleton over there, missing a rib on the left? Damn, so hideous, and he doesn’t even notice.
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And that hideous banshee—look at that tiny head, tiny belly. So ugly, I almost want to rip her head off.
Oh, right, that’s exactly it—you absolutely mustn’t tear these idiots apart, twist off their heads, or burn them to ashes..."
Gimble chattered away, explaining to Leon all the things to watch out for in this city—miss a single detail and you could end up dead.
He even had to spend ages explaining what death was to Leon.
Leon was completely stunned by Gimble—not only was he a rare Gnome Ghoul, but also a total miser, and most importantly, his sense of aesthetics was downright bizarre...
Of all the undead Leon saw here, the only ones that didn’t seem so weird and ugly were the banshees and vampires. Those two actually looked fairly normal.
But then there was this other guy with a huge belly, mouth on his stomach, two heads on his neck, and rotting flesh all over—Gimble stared at him with envy and admiration, as if he was a fine-looking undead...