Undead Lord of Gluttonous Pride

The night continued to loom across the world—plunging it into eternal darkness. If it weren't for the moon's comforting light, those who still roamed would have already lost their will to live in this land flooded with water.

Damien crossed over countless roofs, followed by four other undead behind him—all being a familiar face. The archer that hung at the far back, the twin skeletons wielding swords and finally, the zombie whose eyes still brimmed with life.

This is what most would think if it wasn't for half of his flesh being consumed by the maggots that resided deep inside him—wriggling around and festering.

Damien then pulled his focus back on his target, which was a pack of grey wolves far off in the distance. He gripped the hilt of his sword attached to his hip—given to him by Howrah.

He then told the undead behind him:

"This is my fight."

And without a second of delay, he leapt from the edge of the rooftop and landed on the one that the pack was currently feasting on. In their mouth was the rotting flesh of an undead, unfortunate to face them alone.

One of the wolves, sensing his arrival, raised its head and warned the others—its eyes reflecting in the metallic sheen on his blade that was kept in a surprisingly good condition.

Damien's eyes scanned the four wolves before him. He had been given a task to eliminate the wolves that seemed to have increased in population in the past few days.

This mission was for him to not only build more experience in the field of battle but also to raise his proficiency in manipulating soul energy. This was currently his third day.

The wolf at the very front fidgeted in place, scratching its paws against the stone surface of the roof—baring its teeth at him before charging. With a few hops side to side, it reached him—just to be met with his blade that cleanly sliced through its neck.

Damien turned to the side and slammed his shoulder into the air-borne corpse and knocked it away from him—its blood splattering and dying his worn and ragged brown cloak.

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

With a quick flick to the side and launching the blood staining his pristine blade, he raised it towards the rest with a taunting look in his eyes.

"My bones are quite a delicacy. Killing me would bring you benefits, I'm sure."

The wolves tilted their heads at his words, and a look of hesitance to engage appeared—it was like they understood what he meant and were weighing the pros and cons.

However, as most groups would have, there would always be that one impulsive and rash one.

After gnashing its teeth towards him and ignoring the worried looks of its fellow members, it dashed towards him with great haste—intent on tearing him limb from limb with its sharp jaws.

Damien had already slayed many of their kind in the past days, so much so that even his existence became known in their community.

He unhurriedly raised his blade towards the wolf, who continued to charge towards him—undeterred by his bloody reputation.

As he was able to strike it down, it suddenly made a quick turn towards its deceased member and tossed its body towards him. Surprised, Damien extended his hand away from his sword and caught it by the fur.

'It's quite strong to have chucked it like that.'

He hadn't witnessed anything that could hint at them having jaw muscles capable of chucking something the weight of 18kg.

The impulsive grey wolf, using the corpse as a distraction, circled around him while he was focused on catching the corpse and pounced towards him.

The archer from a separate rooftop hurriedly raised its bow, worried harm might come from the one it was ordered to protect by its master. Fortunately, however—

BAM!

—It seemed like it didn't need to act as the snout of the wolf was crushed by a brutal head butt from Damien.

THUD!

The wolf fell back down to the ground, whimpering and pawing at its broken nose before jerking sharply at the sensation of something sharp entering its side.

Damien raised its live body by his sword—watching it slowly slide down the sharp edges of his blade—painting his sword a crimson red that glistened under the moon's light.

The light of the wolf's eyes then faded.

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

Without any delay after that notification, he decided to go on the offensive and dash towards the stragglers. With the wolf's corpse still on his blade, he decided to use it like a hammer.

Was it inefficient? Yes. But it also inflicted the effect of crippling fear onto the wolves. The act of chasing them down after they flee was a tiresome job, even for him, who never tires physically.

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

The consecutive blue screen following the straggler's death appeared before his eyes. Damien gazed coolly at it. He had already asked Howrah about it.

"Hm..."

Howrah tapped at his chin as he thought about it. Going through the ancient library of wisdom and knowledge residing in his mind before coming out blank.

"A screen, you say yes? Try to learn whatever you can from it and report back to me on your findings."

Since being told that, he had been dutifully trying to know whatever he could from it. But that was easier said than done for the task, which was more difficult than one would seem.

Outside of the task of notifying his kills, he saw that it served no purpose.

He looked back and saw the undead arriving at his position from the place they were watching from. They all then began to push the corpses off the roof.

...But they all seemed to fall into an alleyway or street that was without any water.

Damien knew it wasn't just to clean the roof, for the skeletons wouldn't care if it fell in either the flooded streets or the dry ones.

He then muttered quietly:

"Should I report this?"