I Am Your Natural Enemy

But here, there’s no high-speed rail, no airplanes, and possibly all sorts of wild monsters in between. Wen Yan estimated that it would take him at least over three months of walking and stopping to get back.

He didn’t think the creator was deliberately stalling for time because dragging on for so long would be meaningless.

He estimated the creator truly thought that by sending him to the midst of the warring Sea of the Undead, he could be buried there by the endless undead.

Of course, if he couldn’t find a direction, he could indeed be dragged to death by the Sea of the Undead’s tactics here.

As long as he found a direction, breaking out wouldn’t be too hard, especially for him now.

Wen Yan took several strides, the Gray Cloth flew out, wrapped around the protrusion on the Skeleton Dog’s back, and pulled Wen Yan up.

The Skeleton Dog looked back at Wen Yan, and upon receiving a signal, immediately flapped its newly acquired special-effect wings and soared into the sky, heading toward the direction of the rising sun.

In the Sea of the Undead, countless undead stood stupidly, watching as their king flew away like this. They didn’t know what it meant, nor had they received further orders, so they could only continue to wander aimlessly as usual.

The new king of the Sea of the Undead, carrying Wen Yan, flew high up. The moment they flew out of the Sea of the Undead, it was as if they had caught up with the sun.

The sunlight spilled beyond the Sea of the Undead.

The Skeleton Dog let out a joyful howl, heading toward the place of its birth.

Above the world, the third Brave was rolling on the ground with laughter, his voice altered by his laughter.

The creator looked bewildered, watching Wen Yan ride the Undead Dog and fly out of the Sea of the Undead, his expression becoming more and more confused.

What happened?

What’s the situation?

Why did he have the feeling of watching a TV show where he saw the beginning and then jumped to the last few episodes.

The problem is, hadn’t he been watching all along?

Did he overlook something?

It shouldn’t be.

The creator’s mindset underwent a subtle change.

A situation he had never imagined occurred.

He did think that regardless of how strong a Martial Artist was, falling into the literal middle of nowhere like the Sea of the Undead, they would absolutely be worn out by the undead.

If they couldn’t be killed, they could still be forcibly held there, gradually depleting the last bit of spirit.

Because the undead don’t need rest, don’t tire, don’t need to eat/drink/excrete, and as long as they aren’t killed, they could fight in the Sea of the Undead for decades without rest.

No one can go to such lengths.

No one can withstand this draining method.

At the start of setting up this private server, he adjusted the time flow here to be extremely different from the real world for many reasons.

He also wanted to steal time to progress, to learn.

He did learn a great deal, but alas, understanding and getting started on many things wasn’t hard, but becoming proficient truly required talent.

With such a vast amount of time, he could only use it to study various theoretical knowledge.

At this moment, he carefully recalled what exactly Wen Yan did the first time he came here, decades ago.

He didn’t remember very clearly, only that Wen Yan seemed to have done nothing.

Except for taking away Nuriya in the end.

What was the state of that undead again?

He couldn’t remember at all.

Even as the creator, his instinct was to automatically discard anything related to the weakest Skeleton Dog into his garbage memory.

Just like walking down the street and encountering a passerby. He does see their face, but after passing by, he would never remember this person again in his life.

His memory of this person would automatically be sorted into useless memories that don’t need remembering the moment they pass by.

The creator now completely couldn’t recall the connection between Wen Yan and the Skeleton Dog.

In his memory, only Wen Yan went from the Novice Village to the main city.

The middle part was all things that could be ignored.

Including that Skeleton Dog at the time.

The third Brave was laughing so hard he couldn’t straighten his back because he, too, had no recollection of how Wen Yan became connected with this undead.

He didn’t know how Wen Yan did it, but it was apparent that Wen Yan had even fooled the creator, or rather, did something so insignificant that none of them paid any attention to it to the extent that it was completely forgotten.

Now he thought Wen Yan might really be able to clear the level and might even find where the Server Domain is located.

And in the world, Wen Yan rode the Skeleton Dog, flying over snowy mountains, seas, volcanic towers, and deserts, and finally saw the endless forest, almost clashing with the elves in the woods.

Ultimately, he returned to the first land, to the region where the main city was located.

A huge full-level undead appeared in a place where it shouldn’t be, the Novice Area. For a game, this means only two possibilities.

Either there was a bug, or this was an event.

The clang of alarm bells sounded in the main city, and magical messages from the frontline indicated that the huge undead was heading toward the main city.

As the oldest surviving and probably the most powerful NPC in the main city, the Great Mage had every reason to come out of his little house.

Holding a magic wand, the Great Mage stood on the city wall, setting up a barrier. He saw the Undead Dog landing in the distance and also saw Wen Yan jumping down from its back.

He was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing like the third Brave.

A level one character riding a full-level undead.

Even though over the years, numerous bugs have constantly surfaced in this world, such an absurd bug had never appeared before.

The Great Mage dispersed the crowd, declaring in the name of the Great Mage that this was a human Brave who had subdued a gigantic undead, not an undead invasion.

The somewhat displeased Holy Light Church didn’t say anything this time because the Flying Heaven Sect was the first to step forward, lavishly praising Wen Yan’s heroic act.

Wen Yan returned to the main city once more and saw Yang Hailong again.

As soon as he saw Wen Yan, the Great Mage entered a mode where he could only converse with preset dialogue.

”Congratulations, Brave from afar, you’ve accomplished an unprecedented feat.”

After a few words, Wen Yan received a task from the Great Mage, and among the task items was a diary.

Wen Yan glanced at the diary and roughly understood what had happened over the years.

It seemed that by taking away Nuriya, a bug, he triggered a series of even more troublesome bugs.

No wonder the creator had thrown him into the Sea of the Undead...

Wen Yan thought, if Nuriya was a bug, why didn’t the creator just reset it?

Why go to such lengths to imprison Nuriya in an inaccessible place?

He thought of Nuriya’s final words.

Stowing the Great Mage’s book, he went to Nuriya’s home as per Nuriya’s instructions.

Entering Nuriya’s bedroom, it was already layered with dust, yet everything remained the same as before, without any change.

And this is the main city.

A well-preserved civilian house in the main city, and no one had come back for decades?

He moved the bed, struck open the floorboard under the bed’s foot, and took out an oilcloth package from inside.

Inside was a map and a small booklet recording things.