I Don't Agree to the Terms-Chapter 1023 - 538: Both Sides Reach a Consensus in Their Thinking

"Has there been something supernatural watching lately?" The Corpse King sat on the throne, noticing some oddities.

"Is it the gray mist and the Deceit Zone planning to target me?"

This thought emerged in the Corpse King's mind.

Although neither the gray mist nor the Deceit Zone was something he could take lightly, he had to remain vigilant. If they truly desired the bits and pieces in his possession, the Corpse King might just have to... give them up.

Unable to fight back, as long as he could keep his life, backing down wasn't a loss of face.

The real issue would be if his life became their target instead of the trifles in his hands; that would be a grave problem.

"It shouldn't be. If they planned to act, just watching wouldn't make sense."

"Perhaps it's a specter that emerged from the Deceit Zone? That's peculiar, weren't they supposed to be unable to come out?"

As the Sect Hierarch of the Bai Gui Sect, the Corpse King orchestrated the sacrificial ritual transforming an entire city into zombies for an immortality plan, and in return, he received a gift from the Ghost World, becoming the most powerful Corpse King.

The only downside was his downfall; although he became the Corpse King, world domination... was still a work in progress. Nonetheless, he ruled the entire city, as neither the gray mist cared nor the Deceit Zone bothered with him. Hence, the actual power was all in his hands.

"I must quickly seize this unstable element." The Corpse King didn't know what was watching, but to him, it was definitely not a good sign.

It indicated there was something beyond his control appearing in his territory.

Not being able to control the gray mist and the Deceit Zone already angered him, and now with another element emerging, it was hard for him to adapt.

"Moreover, lately quite a few servants have disappeared. At first, I thought it was due to infighting among the servants, but now it seems connected to this watcher."

"Damn, why can't it just die and give me peace of mind."

The Corpse King's expression revealed impatience. Yes, he was the ruler of the city and indeed held actual power.

The problem was, under his command, most zombies were either mindless corpses or wild-beast-like mad dogs, with only a small fraction resembling humans, yet their minds dulled due to zombification.

Of course, this was his initial requirement; otherwise, how could he maintain control?

Initially, it was satisfying, with no zombies able to defy his will, which truly felt comforting.

But as time passed, loneliness became apparent.

No one could understand his intentions, and even sycophantic behaviors were absent. The zombies, with their simple minds, spoke bluntly and obediently followed orders, yet due to their dullness, they constantly made mistakes and couldn't be taught.

Over time, he found it dull.

With dullness came solitude, and he feared that if he remained, this environment would eventually drive him mad.

Hence, the appearance of the watcher prompted a thought of engaging physically and mentally, a rare source of excitement.

"Damn All Ghosts Survival Platform, promising control over the entire world, yet here I am, left playing with fools in some small place." The Corpse King internally lamented, having sacrificed the entire city. If he could control the zombies to spread out continuously, despite a lack of infectious ability, he could still command a portion.

As for modern weaponry? He possessed power beyond ordinary humans. With those toy-like things, how could they possibly shake him? Even though he hadn't witnessed the true might of modern weapons, he still held this confidence.

"These idiots haven't found anything after all this time. It seems I have to act personally." The Corpse King stood up from the throne, intending to search for clues himself.

If subordinates could truly find a clue, the Corpse King wouldn't be in this state. With that group's wit, he suspected a dog might be smarter.

He thought it was a good idea, but after taking two steps, he sat back down.

"What if the watcher aims to lure me out? If I go, I'd play right into their hands."

"It's just a few missing servants, nothing serious."

Becoming the Sect Hierarch of the Bai Gui Sect was due to the great support from the All Ghosts Survival Platform, but there was also the Corpse King's own effort, like cherishing life.

Without living, how could success be attained?

Zombies dying meant nothing; the platform would simply replenish them for him.

Among his zombies, only a small portion were his own; the rest were provided by the All Ghosts Survival Platform, which he saw as a supplement by the platform. As for why, he wasn't sure.

In any case, he long since disregarded these mindless beings, caring not how many perished.

Otherwise, risking himself for such trifles would be futile.

"No, I can't just go out. I must gather all the servants to protect me; otherwise, if the watcher assassinates me, what could be done?" The Corpse King was indeed cautious.

In his eyes, this was either the gray mist or the Deceit Zone.

A fourth entity? That was utterly impossible. This area bordered the human world and the Ghost World, with no room for other powers to settle.

What's more, human forces couldn't reach this area, meaning it was under the domination of spectral forces, with internal power struggles inevitable, leaving only the gray mist and the Deceit Zone aside from him.