"Heh heh, a human, eh? Haven’t seen a living person in ages."
A white ghost floated past swiftly, disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
"Indeed, how foolish a human must be to enter the Ghost King’s territory alone. Truly stupid." Another ghost drifted by.
As you journeyed deeper, the cave transford into a corridor. The path beneath your feet was laid with stones—though not wide, it was incredibly smooth. Walking on it, you felt no imbalance. The corridor’s walls glowed with blue ghost fire, casting you into a realm of azure light. The eerie ambiance left you feeling uneasy.
Gradually, slowly, you reached a stone door ahead.
"Boom!"
With a push, the stone door creaked open, revealing a vast, open space.
This was actually a spacious hall. The entire hall was paved with rare marble, supported by eight stone pillars, each adorned with four blue ghost lanterns. In the center of the hall lay a massive stone coffin—large enough to hold ten of you.
As soon as your foot stepped onto the marble floor, the hall shook briefly, and a stern voice echoed within: "Who dares disturb this General’s rest?"
The heavy lid of the stone coffin was pushed open, and a towering Skeleton General clad in ancient battle armor rose up. His glowing red eyes fixed directly on you: "What is your business here? Do you not know this is the forbidden territory of the Ghost King?"
"I’m sorry. Honestly, I wasn’t aware this was the Ghost King’s forbidden land. I was forced to co here. I’ll leave imdiately."
Overwheld by the Skeleton General’s imposing aura, you had no intention of engaging this monstrous figure. Moreover, the absence of a visible level on him clearly indicated that he was a Level Sixty boss or higher. Without hesitation, you turned to leave.
"The Ghost King’s forbidden land is not a place you can enter and leave at will! n, capture him!"
"Yes!"
Over a dozen armored Skeleton Soldiers materialized, each wielding various weapons. They swiftly blocked your path, while one soldier swung its long spear toward you.
You raised your blade to block the spear, then abruptly grabbed hold of the spear with your left hand. As you yanked it fiercely backward, your foot pivoted, allowing you to swing your blade and cleave the attacking skeleton’s skull.
Following that, you hurled the spear at a distant Skeleton Archer preparing to shoot at you. Moving sluggishly, the Skeleton Archer was too slow to react, and the spear pierced through the radiant red orb at its heart.
Before the other skeletons could initiate their attack, your blade suddenly burst forth with a golden glow.
"Pursuing Waves and Wild Sands!"
A powerful surge swept across the Skeleton Soldiers. You moved like a flash of lightning, charging toward the enemy. The skeletons were far too slow to deflect your onslaught with their weapons, and within monts, you shattered them into fragnts of white bone.
After breaking apart the last Skeleton Soldier, you noticed its armor faintly glowing. Fearing it might disappear with the skeleton, you hastily grabbed it into your arms.
Unfortunately, the item was unidentified. You casually stuffed it into your waist-mounted spatial bag. As you prepared to leave, the stone door abruptly slamd shut, the Skeleton General’s laughter echoing through the hall: "Impressive, impressive. I admire your capability and your killer instincts. If you pledge allegiance to , I will grant you the title of Battlefront Left Vanguard and take you to et our Lord."
"I refuse." You rejected him outright.
"Why? Many would do anything for the opportunity—you, why not?"
"Elder brother, aren’t you misunderstanding sothing? I’m human, and you’re monsters. Do you really think I could survive without ever needing food like you?"
The Skeleton General laughed heartily: "Your perspective is far too narrow. Who says humans can’t beco generals in the Netherworld? We have more than just Skeleton Soldiers in our ranks. Skeleton Soldiers are the lowest caste, the weakest fighters. Above them are nurous undead creatures and special beings from the Netherworld. Besides, there are treasures and beauties here that any human would dream of possessing."
"Netherworld?" You furrowed your brows and asked, "Where is this Netherworld?"
The concept of the Netherworld intrigued you, especially given your encounters with countless ghosts and supernatural entities previously.
"Hmm, it seems your knowledge is lacking."
The Skeleton General nonchalantly sat on the stone coffin, crossing his legs and adopting the air of a learned scholar.
"Do you know, when the universe first opened, at the beginning of chaos, this world was divided into four realms? One of those is the Mortal World where humans live. The other two are what you often refer to as the Divine Realm and Hell. The fourth realm, however, is the Netherworld, where we reside. Unlike the Heavenly Court, Hell, and the interconnected Three Realms, the Netherworld is a separate, independent world ruled by King Ming."
"Wait, is the Ghost King you ntioned earlier the sa as King Ming?"
"How dare you!" The Skeleton General roared with fury, causing the entire hall to quake violently. To your horror, the roar imdiately drained half of your life value, leaving you pale-faced and struggling to stand against the wall.
"The Ghost King is our revered monarch. How could he be compared to King Ming?" The Skeleton General cald his rage slightly before continuing: "King Ming’s court includes the Four Heavenly Kings. My Lord, the Ghost King, is one of them, alongside Rakshasa, Chiyou, and Xing Tian."
"No... No way! Did I hear that right? Chiyou and Xing Tian are King Ming’s subordinates?"
In ancient Chinese mythology, Chiyou and Xing Tian were legendary Demon Gods, said to wield power capable of destroying the sky and the earth.
"Indeed. You seem to hail from the Earth Asian Region, so knowing Chiyou and Xing Tian’s nas is only natural." The Skeleton General nodded. "The Four Heavenly Kings each govern one region of the Netherworld, while King Ming presides over the center, sovereign above all. He is the supre ruler of the Netherworld and our pride."
The Skeleton General’s deanor beca noticeably boastful when speaking of King Ming.
"But what does this have to do with ?"
Your words nearly caused the Skeleton General to tumble off the stone coffin. He bellowed at you furiously: "You fool!"
With that shout, your remaining life value dropped nearly to zero. Luckily, you still had a sliver left.
"Lucky, lucky—almost kicked the bucket," you let out a long sigh of relief.
"Boy, this is a rare opportunity. Are you joining or not?"
"You know... forcing things just doesn’t lead to happiness."
"Fine. If that’s your choice, then let send you off."
Judging by the Skeleton General’s posture, he seed ready to unleash another Lion’s Roar. At that mont, you hastily yelled: "Though it’s true that a forced lon won’t be sweet, having a lon is better than none. I accept your offer to be Left Vanguard!"
Well, dammit.
There’s a saying for tis like this: "When an urgent need arises in a lowly Mao hut, you’ve no choice but to bow your head."
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