“Move faster, we can make it!” Alexander yelled at the top of his voice again despite it already becoming hoarse. He stabbed another saturated zombie to death in the process as he motivated the warriors and civilians following him to increase their pace. Everywhere around him was filled with undead creatures, the sight was brain-numbing. He already had the urge to give up more than once already, but some factors still motivated him to continue pushing forward. Even till now, he could still hear his master’s voice ringing in his head. “Alexander, promise me that you’ll take the civilians to safety”. His brain just couldn’t forget that moment. He didn’t know where his master was currently or if he was even still alive, all he knew was that his master wanted him to take the civilians to safety. Despite already getting to the end of the Border town leading to the nearby city, the horde of undead creatures was still tightly behind them, biting sava

“They are not dead, they just returned to our divine makeup of eternal slumber. From dust we were made, and to dust we will return”. “It’s a sad thing; but instead of mourning them, we should rather be happy that they went into the bosom of the lord. A human is nothing but…” The priest held the holy bible while gesticulating at the crowd that was before him to better give emphasis to his words. His voice was calm and collected, his voice felt like it didn’t belong to this world, it was soothing. He was dressed in a white priest robe, he held a cross on one hand and the holy bible on the other. With the huge crowd before him, they all stood before the large cemetery whose foundations stood on a wide expanse of land. The aura in the air was sad, burials were always sad. As he preached, a group of people dressed on black gently handled the bodies that were wrapped on white linen before dropping them inside the already dug graves. His prea

Gri!! Hearing the sound similar to that of grumbling thunder beside him, Morales smiled and turned to look at it. There he saw it; his pet was trying hard to act cute by making cute sounds but its vocal cords failed it miserably. All it could produce were growling sounds which were in no way cute, the sight only brought a wider smile to Morales’s face. As he rubbed its rough scaly skin, he could not help but think again about how it was able to escape as soon as the eye of the storm phenomenon of the undead energy ended. Due to the soul connection that he already established with the beast, when he got all the buffs from taking the Chakra gene liberator, he knew that it was still alive but didn’t know its exact whereabouts. It was after he flew out of the Border town and all the buffs left him did the wyvern appear again. When the Wyvern suddenly appeared to him at that point, he almost got a heart attack. It appeared out of nowhere.

Kakakaka!Hearing the rickety sound that the train made as it slowly pulled to a stop, Morales felt like facepalming.What a glorious carriage this was! A descendent of the great Clifford family, not just a descendent but a prince, taking such an old train.No matter how shameless he originally was before now, he still felt his omnipotent thick skin melting as he felt his face burn like it was punished to face the sun for a whole day.“I’m really the most miserable prince ever”.Consoling himself with the promise of the system that he would soon become the clan head and dominate the world, he felt a lot better about himself all of a sudden.As soon as he paid and came down from the train, he took a deep breath to savor the fresh air of this new region before surveying the optimistic atmosphere of the Central domain.Even when he was just a player in the game, it was not an easy feat for him to get access to this doma

A few hours later in the afternoon, Morales woke up to see his maidservant working in the nearby kitchen. He was already feeling hungry, so he didn’t go closer to disturb her cooking. This was one of his many disadvantages. Unlike most of the other royal children, he was no longer served food by the royal chefs. Bella prepared everything for him. As he silently walked around the large room, he imprinted the familiar sight into his head again. A bed, a table, a sofa, 3 chairs, and a big picture frame of himself, and his mother beside the wall clock. This was all that comprised his room. The history of his mother was just too inconsequential for him to pay much attention to. For him, the late woman was the mother of this body, but not his real mother. From his memories, he knew that she was among the least favored wives of the king. She died because of oppression from the other favored queens. “Little Morales, the food is ready”.