"Please have some understanding of my subordinate, he has been working very hard. It's been less than three years, and he's already touched the core level of the opposition. If he goes further up..."
"Then he might just become the second Immortal King."
Even Ophelia, who wasn't known for humor and didn't like to joke, couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark. Even though she had lived for hundreds of years, she had never seen such a situation.
A scout merely gathering intelligence managed to infiltrate the undead forces as a living person, and not just that—he even climbed his way up. Had the brains of those undead already rotted beyond use?
"It's not that extreme, no matter what, he can't give up his human identity."
For a true strong contender, becoming undead was a very disgraceful matter.
Because once one becomes undead, the ceiling is almost locked. Undead can hardly gain faith or ascend to become Divines; thus, the zenith of the undead race is the demigod.
