I Am Your Natural Enemy

The skeleton dog looked into the distance at Wen Yan’s back and quickly made its way to a spot, scratching at the earth to unearth some bone fragments.

It dug through the pile of bone fragments, found a few teeth, grabbed them with its two little paws, and hastily stuffed them into its mouth.

The power of the undead guided them, attaching those unidentified animal teeth crookedly, and then the skeleton dog hurried after Wen Yan.

The little skeleton dog didn’t understand how lucky it was. As a lowly undead, it received a benevolent chance and triggered an effect of enlightenment.

”Enlighten: Your Yang energy possesses the effect of enlightening a series of races such as ghosts and zombies. The effect gained relates to current progress → all effects increase.”

This enlightenment effect that Wen Yan had never been overly concerned with, because at his current progress, at best, it only increased spirituality, and the chances of a qualitative change, manifesting spiritual intelligence, were still a bit low.

Furthermore, the nature of the enlightened subject itself has to be considered, the controllability is low, and it basically depends on luck.

When initially enlightening a paper figurine, ultimately only a steward gained spiritual intelligence.

This made Wen Yan certain that the foundation of the enlightened subject itself might be the most important thing, and his enlightenment was just a helpful push to complete the ignition act.

If the other party couldn’t be ignited originally, his chance of enlightening spiritual intelligence was very small.

The little skeleton dog, wobbling its big head, with its short legs, quickly caught up with Wen Yan.

The little glow of spirituality it had was enough for it to seek benefit and avoid harm.

Wen Yan turned his head and saw the skeleton dog catching up, its big head wobbling as if it had a concussion, and the tail wouldn’t sway side to side, instead spinning like a propeller.

Wen Yan looked down at the skeleton dog chasing him, in an odd manner, and laughed.

”What are you following me for?”

The skeleton dog couldn’t speak, its tail spinning so fast it nearly lifted off the ground, eventually toppling over.

Wen Yan was a bit speechless, this silly dog, big head, small body, with a mouth now filled with mismatched teeth from who knows where.

”Find a safe place for yourself. You being enlightened is because you’re built well and lucky.

I’m going to the main city, where I might get into a fight with people.

You’re an undead; you might die before you even enter the city there.

It’s not easy to receive such fortune, so cherish it.

Let’s meet again if fate allows.”

Wen Yan gave the skeleton dog another blessing of Yang energy and touched its cold skull head.

Wen Yan turned and left. The skeleton dog was left in place, somewhat reluctant, its tail bone still spinning like a propeller.

In the skeleton dog’s dark eye sockets, the glow of soul fire was shining.

It didn’t understand much, probably just knew that following Wen Yan would be beneficial.

What it could think of was that not fitting into a new team meant it was too weak.

The skeleton dog whimpered, wanting to follow but not continuing, merely memorizing Wen Yan’s aura, the only kind that felt warm yet didn’t harm it.

Wen Yan continued forward, treating this small episode as a moment reminiscent of his former liver emperor days.

After meeting the skeleton dog, he abandoned many of his original thoughts.

The changes in this world deviated significantly from what was in the data and his memories.

This discrepancy might have been brought by the person managing the server or by the three heroes of the Scorching Sun Department.

Moreover, the flow of time here might be different from outside, only a few days have passed outside, but here, thirty years have already gone by.

This led Wen Yan to think of the person who created the private server.

According to the records, his identity here is that of an old relic over five hundred years old.

So by calculating back from that number, you can roughly deduce when that person set up this private server.

It might be later than expected, or perhaps this private server wasn’t the first one established.

If deduced this way, the founder adjusted and restarted many times.

Why put in such great effort into this private server?

There must be a reason; it can’t just be for nostalgia.

If it were just for an anchor point, many other choices would have sufficed, so why choose this one?

Additionally, according to the timeline here, thirty years ago, a hero from the Scorching Sun Department descended here with their flesh and blood, seemingly leaving behind many things, yet this place was not restarted.

That leaves some possibilities.

It might have been deliberate by the founder; they needed a person with real flesh and blood to enter and achieve an ascension here.

Or perhaps it was because someone with flesh and blood entered that this place got stuck and couldn’t restart.

Everything could only be set in stone, continuously moving forward.

Wen Yan speculated that the three young ones chosen by the Scorching Sun Department didn’t sacrifice in vain.

They surely discovered something or found something.

They were selected by the General Director after multiple screenings, the final three chosen.

Perhaps they didn’t perfectly meet all criteria, but they definitely weren’t lacking significantly in any area, being highly capable in others.

Originally there were three people; upon his arrival, he found one of them, another had sacrificed, and the last one’s soul was missing.