Huff…
Crimson eyes slowly opened.
Compared to the previous times she had seen her future self die, the young lady was quite calm this time.
After a moment of silence, she merely uttered…
“What an ugly way to die.”
Huff… Ileya slowly sat up from the bed, looking out at the pale purple moonlight outside the window.
She didn’t know why she was seeing these scenes again; she clearly hadn’t encountered anything special…
Could something that just happened have caused some change in her future?
And…
At the end of this dream, Ileya clearly saw black-purple feathers growing from “her” corpse, just like…
“A crow…”
What does this mean? Is it hinting at something, or…
The original Ileya of fate did not meet her end after the hanging but instead turned into… a crow?
She didn’t know, but she was somewhat familiar with crows now.
Because ever since she came to this world, crows had been accompanying her, even saving her from danger several times.
Could it be… that this wasn’t a vision of her original fate, but just a simple dream?
The fact that her corpse, which should have died, grew crow feathers suggests that subconsciously, she felt she had escaped the fate of death?
Ileya began to analyze the cause of this dream using psychological logic.
However, in the end, she didn’t get any answers.
Whatever… It’s just the original fate. By now, her own fate should have deviated to who knows which horizon, right?
Thinking this, the young lady’s crimson eyes turned to the side… to the foolish goddess hugging a pillow and drooling.
She extended a finger and poked the soft cheek of this creature.
“Mmm… eh… hehehe~” Poked, the Goddess Young Lady, not knowing what she was dreaming of, giggled foolishly and rolled over.
The loose buttons of her pajamas naturally came undone with her movement…
Revealing a creamy white inside… that made one want to have a taste.
She really is… completely unguarded… Do I make you feel that safe?
Well, I suppose this girl was always this carefree to begin with…
But has she grown a bit recently? Hmm? Or maybe not…
After conducting some “observation” of the [VIP Content]…
“Eh.. mmm♡♡…”
Huff~
Listening to the unconscious murmurs of the person beside her, the young lady lay back down on the bed, closing her eyes… yet feeling not a hint of sleepiness.
She decided to gradually sink her consciousness into the “Underworld.”
Looking at the unchanging gray-white land, Ileya could only let out a slow sigh.
It seems things aren’t settled yet. That bishop promised me within a month…
I hope it’s sooner.
Thinking this, Ileya shifted her gaze to the place where she had stationed the Antfolk Zombies.
Before she left, the command she gave these zombies was to use muscle memory to recall the Antfolk’s wing-vibration communication method as much as possible.
Zombies, though dull, never slack off or cut corners.
It seems now the results are quite good.
Especially the zombie transformed from Milonglong, who can now use this wing-vibration method of communication quite skillfully.
It’s just… their thinking is rigid, so their speech is inevitably clumsy.
Thus, the sound of the vibrating wings is like a person who hasn’t drunk water all day… hoarse, dry, and quite abnormal.
There’s no helping it. Although winged Antfolk Zombies can fly naturally, they are just ordinary species; after transformation, they are only first-tier Undead.
Unlike the Sandworm… it’s not even fully transformed yet.
With such a powerful body, it will probably surpass Insmouth after transformation, directly reaching the strength of a fourth-tier Undead.
But speaking of which, over this past month, through constantly restoring magic with Veil and meditating with her consciousness immersed in the Underworld…
Ileya feels her foundation has stabilized, and she can attempt to break through to the third tier at any time. Perhaps this space will expand further with her advancement then.
She could also learn more Necromancy skills.
Thinking this, the young lady’s mind sank again. She could still only feel the flow of death energy within her meridians but couldn’t see the [Source Sea] that Holly mentioned…
Right… Although both are Transmigrators, Holly at least got a standard-issue Holy Sword after crossing over, so she naturally fits this world’s cultivation system.
But she herself is purely a wild Transcendent, like a sea fish falling into a river—she can only adapt, or die.
“It really is like walking on thin ice~” Ileya ended her internal observation with a bitter smile, then reached out and made a grasping motion in the air!
Whoosh! Seven or eight shrieking Wraiths were caught in the young lady’s hand, and with a squeeze!
They were directly compressed into a pale blue Soul sphere.
This should be about enough… Thinking this, Ileya waved her hand again, throwing the Soul sphere into Milonglong’s mouth.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
Milonglong’s body first stiffened, then collapsed to the ground the next second.
The other Antfolk Zombies around, seeing this, instantly felt waves of greed surging from the depths of their Souls.
Low-tier Undead creatures are all like this. They have no concept of companions or friends.
No matter how long you stay with them, if you lose consciousness, they will develop an appetite for you.
However… just as these Antfolk wanted to approach their fallen companion, a terrifying pressure pressed down from above!
“Squeak squeak squeak…”
Instantly, these Antfolk Zombies frantically scrambled backward as if scalded by hot water, their Soul flames transmitting intense fear…
Watching Milonglong, who was now absorbing the Soul energy to advance its tier, Ileya nodded in satisfaction.
As an Undead creature, this guy has quite some potential, given its Silver-rank physical strength in life…
Of course, she wasn’t cultivating Milonglong for its potential, but to fulfill a plan.
That is… to have this revived zombie infiltrate the ant colony as a “spy.”
If possible, Ileya was quite interested in that “Ant Queen” who could lay eggs continuously.
After all, Antfolk Zombies, born with armor and even wings, though also first-tier Undead, clearly have more advantages and greater potential compared to Skeletons and human zombies.
In Ileya’s eyes, they are perfect basic troops.
If she could get that Ant Queen into her Underworld, she might really be able to create a live… uh, a dead body production base.
Crackle crackle…
Just as the young lady’s thoughts reached this point, Milonglong had finished absorbing and slowly stood up from the ground.
Its size showed no change, but its body no longer looked as stiff, and the black armor seemed to have regained the luster it had in life…
Huff…
The moment it stood up, Milonglong suddenly lunged forward… prostrating itself on the ground under Ileya’s somewhat bewildered gaze.
Through the information transmitted back from its Soul, the young lady understood… this was the Antfolk race’s gesture of submission.
So, does this mean this guy has gained some intelligence now?
“What are the requirements to meet the Antfolk race’s Ant Queen?”
Ileya asked, testing.
But the reply she got was somewhat confused.
Alright, that previous action was probably just muscle memory. To give this guy some thinking ability… it needs to be like Insmouth.
Become a third-tier Undead creature.
But before that, it’s best if she herself breaks through to the third tier first.
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