Xyrin Empire-Chapter 197 - Super Boring City
Chapter 197: Chapter 197 Super Boring City
In fact, by this point, Anwina and my task had essentially been completed. Sylvanas’ side was progressing smoothly, and as long as she agreed to join our Alliance Army, it meant that the entire Forgotten Race had boarded our “thief” …warship. They are a remarkably unified race, and they possess an astonishing loyalty to their Queen. If Sylvanas ordered these skeletons and fresh corpses to leap collectively into a volcano, I’m afraid the majority of them would do so without any hesitation—of course, events that were to unfold would later prove that, as precious as the freedom of will is, it also sowed the seeds of betrayal within a race that could have otherwise given unconditional and extreme obedience to commands. However, due to our current presence, the betrayal of the Royal Alchemist Society and Valimas might not happen so easily.
Nevertheless, even though Sylvanas could rely on a single command to make the Forgotten become members of the Salvation Army, she most definitely would not do so. She was a dignified and wise Queen, not a Dictator who would resort to anything just to achieve her goals. Contrary to what I had assumed, the Forgotten place a lot of value on the free will of their race members. Within this newly-formed kingdom, they had even established a sort of simple democratic voting system, which truly took me by surprise—I definitely could have never known this in the game. A group of undead creatures had created such a governing system in Azeroth, a world largely dominated by semi-slavery and a semi-feudal system. It was unbelievable. I had previously thought this Undead Kingdom would be under some form of oppressive authoritarian rule…
It seems that being familiar with the “plot” is really not such a good thing. Many times, the habitual thinking developed from the game interferes with my judgment, even leading me to confuse the world settings of the game with the real world of Azeroth. Even though I had long known that this world was different from the game, I was still seriously shocked when I saw the undead holding a citizens’ vote…
I gave Sylvanas three days to make her final decision. During this time, Anwina and I, with nothing to do, naturally found ourselves with free time on our hands. An idle Imperial Leader, with a glaring spotlight-like Anwina in tow, was strolling around Dark City all day. While this place certainly can’t be said to have much in the way of scenery, an underground city of such grand scale and unique style does have a lot of tourist value. I might as well take the opportunity to experience the customs and culture of the Undead Race.
Of course, that’s if you can ignore the zombies, skeletons, ghosts, abominations, and other such Undead residents that seriously challenge your visual limits that intermittently appear before your eyes…
After shifting my gaze away from an abomination nearby, whose appearance was horrifyingly pitiful and whose body shape was disastrously abnormal, I became deeply aware that, in Dark City, the most important piece of everyday knowledge for a normal living person is absolutely not to go shopping within one hour before or after eating. The former affects the appetite; the latter disrupts digestion. When both are combined, you basically can’t expect to keep anything in your stomach.
“Ghosts are a bit more pleasant to look at.” That was my conclusion after encountering the infamous abomination, and Anwina, standing beside me, immediately puffed up with pride, gleaming brightly like the sun at eleven or twelve o’clock noon.
I feel that sooner or later, this girl will end up as a full-time human-shaped searchlight.
Regarding our identities, Sylvanas had not yet made them public, which was also at my specific request. I certainly did not wish to be surrounded and observed by a bunch of Strong Bone Granules enthusiasts during my leisurely strolls over the coming days. However, Sylvanas had previously issued a command that Anwina and I were “important guests” in Dark City, even “important friends” of Sylvanas herself. Therefore, aside from a few absolute restricted areas, Anwina and I could move about freely here. Although this was much better than exposing our true identities, it still inevitably made Anwina and me the focal point—a weird ghost maid who used herself as a flashlight on and off and a live person who fraternized with the Undead creatures and strolled around Dark City as if nothing was amiss. This alone was enough to incite great curiosity among those undead; what fueled their gossiping souls even more was that we two had close relations with the Queen and even had the privilege to freely roam the Undead stronghold. You shouldn’t think that the Forgotten were all bitter, enraged souls. Although they carried a heavy fate on their shoulders, apart from being a bit dark, the Forgotten who had obtained free will were not much different from other living beings. In fact, because they could not enjoy most of the pleasures of the living, these incredibly bored individuals all possessed a startling spirit for gossip. Now, with Anwina and me suddenly appearing as two highly topical figures, these bored undead, who found no other joy in life than gossiping, suddenly felt as if spring had arrived…
Of course, aside from those Dead Souls who were nosy but still relatively friendly, we often encountered The Forgotten with more than a little hostility towards me, and no guessing was needed to figure out that this antipathy was generally directed at myself. Some of them had suffered quite unfair treatment in the Living World after becoming one of The Forgotten, or because of the influence of Undead Magic, they harbored an intense hatred towards the living. Worse yet, there were those who in life were too weak to shake off their deep-seated craving for the flesh of the living even after awakening their free will—I remained quite unruffled by this last bit…
Anyway, with Queen Sylvanas’s command hanging over their heads, those Dead Souls harboring deep hostility towards me were relatively behaved. At the very least, there had been no melodramatic scenes of Divine Envoys being attacked, leading to the annihilation of Dark City, which would have worried Sylvanas for over half a day.
In the beginning, Anwina and I were quite interested in touring around Dark City, but now, we were finding it a bit tedious.
This was to be expected. Ghost House Exploration is a fun game, thrilling and addictive for many, but playing Ghost House Exploration every single day is not a good idea for entertainment, especially when this ghastly place has nothing that could be considered fun. Besides satisfying a bit of my curiosity with the postmodern style of the Dead Souls, all that was left for me now was a daily sense of emptiness from having nothing to do, as well as a loss of appetite and indigestion caused by the unique local customs of Dark City. This was truly a waste of Queen Sylvanas’s good intentions—after all, Miss Xi had gone to great lengths to prepare tasty meals for me, the only breathing creature in all of Dark City. However, as my psychological fortitude still needed testing, this appetite issue was…
Not just me, according to my observations, the Dead Souls were also quite bored. Lacking touch, not needing to eat or drink, and devoid of entertainment, these Bone Strengthening Powder and pork belly users had nothing to do but battle training or going out on missions. But even a Race as tireless as the Undead had their downtime, and during their idle moments, I really felt for these bored individuals…
Walking down the dried-up sewers of Dark City—a road with real character—you might at any moment see a Skeleton or a mummified corpse lying motionless in the middle of the road or on the side, wrapped in ragged cloth. Do not mistake them for Nameless bodies accidentally dropped by the corpse cart, because they might well be The Forgotten so bored they resorted to lying there pretending to be part of a crime scene. Without a mission, these pretenders might lie there for a full month, and nothing short of a major incident could make them get up and move. I once saw a Skeleton lying in the middle of the road get crushed into a scatter of bones by an Abomination passing by, but after the Abomination left, those bones somehow rattled back together into a Skeleton as pristine as ever, and then this bored corpse-playing guy lay down again in the same spot, waiting for the next Abomination to arrive…
If a Skeleton lying on the ground waiting for an accident is merely bored, then two Skeleton Soldiers sitting in a corner, playing rock-paper-scissors and snapping each other’s ribs could truly be called a pain in the backside.
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Looking at these aimless, drifting ghost Citizens, I suddenly thought that the nine years of compulsory education, once akin to a tortuous Hell, was actually filled with substance and fun…
