At the same time.

The Netherworld, deep within the barren plain.

The exploration squad of more than a dozen players now had only three people left.

The rest had all turned into white light and revived back in the city. Before leaving, each of them had cursed loudly.

"What the hell is this skeleton?!"

"It’s cheating, right?!"

"Report it! Report it!"

Silt did not care about any of this at all.

She crouched on the ground, casually picking at the nonexistent scraps of meat between her teeth with her bone blade. The ghostly blue soul fire in her eye sockets lazily stared at the final three trembling players.

"Don’t be scared," she said with a strange gentleness in her voice. "I’m a very reasonable person. Since you brought so much equipment and so many gold coins over for me, I definitely won’t let you make the trip for nothing."

After saying that, she stood up and lightly flicked her bone blade.

The final three streaks of white light shot into the sky.

Silt clapped her hands in satisfaction, then turned and walked into the center of the dropped loot scattered across the ground, picking it up piece by piece.

Most of the equipment was of ordinary quality, but there was a lot of it.

She picked up nearly thirty million gold coins alone. Adding in all kinds of materials, potions, and scrolls, this harvest was enough to greatly enrich her undead armory again.

"Not bad, not bad."

Silt stuffed the final piece of loot into her storage space and happily calculated in her mind.

"If I keep farming at this speed, in another month or so, I’ll be able to save up enough for an undead legion. At that time, even if those Level 400 demigod bosses come, I’ll dare to clash with them head-on."

She raised her head and looked at the blood-red setting sun on the horizon. The soul fire in her eyes flickered slightly.

"But then again, although the Netherworld is a little remote, it really is comfortable to farm here. Those players are all like idiots. They charge the moment they see a signpost, rush in the moment they see a banner, and no one can stop them."

Silt turned and walked back toward the depths of her territory.

Along the way, she placed a sign every few hundred meters and hung a banner every so often.

The contents were all more or less the same.

"Entrance to the Undead King’s Treasure!"

"Claim Top-Tier Equipment for Free!"

"Challenge Successful, Receive Divine Artifact!"

And so on.

Behind every signpost, she had buried at least three hidden trap nodes.

Beneath every banner, she had arranged undead ambushers that had been enhanced with thirty layers of buffs in advance.

Once those tempted players stepped into her territory, they were like lambs walking into a slaughterhouse.

Silt was very satisfied with this kind of life.

She sat on her white bone throne, crossing one leg over the other.

Although, as a skeleton, she had no leg flesh to cross at all.

Then she flipped through the system prompts she had just received.

[Prompt: You have cumulatively killed your 1,876th player.]

[Prompt: You have cumulatively obtained your 9,823rd dropped piece of equipment.]

[Prompt: Your territory’s influence has expanded across the entire plain.]

"Almost there, almost there," Silt muttered to herself. "Once I farm enough to reach twenty thousand players and completely establish the title of Undead Lord, I can consider expanding deeper into the territory. I heard there’s an ancient bone dragon that has been sleeping in the depths of the Netherworld for tens of thousands of years. If I can subdue that dragon..."

She chuckled twice, the soul fire in her eyes filled with ambitious light.

Then she suddenly remembered something and took out the small Holy Grail fragment she had casually stored away in her storage space.

"Right, this thing called Valhalla..."

Silt hesitated for a moment, then tried injecting a trace of soul power into the fragment.

Buzz!

A vague prompt sounded beside her ears.

[Valhalla membership fragment detected... Verifying... Verification successful...]

[Welcome to Valhalla’s lower-level communication channel!]

[Current channel members: Guild Leader · John, Member · Odelle, Member · Holly...]

Silt’s soul fire suddenly contracted.

John?

That John who had caused absolute chaos in the Beyondworld Trial Space and slapped the faces of the myriad-race big shots swollen?

She had actually obtained membership in this organization?

"...Now this is interesting."

Silt touched her smooth skull. A meaningful glint flashed through the ghostly blue soul fire in her eyes.

For the time being, she did not actively speak in the channel.

She decided to observe for a while first and figure out the true background of Valhalla.

Meanwhile, on the distant fourth floor of Space Tower.

John slowly opened his eyes.

A silver-white Spatial Law radiance continuously flowed deep within his pupils. After this round of comprehension and digestion, his control over Spatial Law had risen to a new level.

"The fifth floor. I can give it a try."

He stood up and stepped onto the silver staircase leading to the fifth floor.

The Spatial Law flowing on both sides of the staircase continuously condensed into various forms.

Blades, swords, beast claws, chains, cages.

But all of them were shattered by the spatial fluctuations naturally radiating from John’s body.

His footsteps did not pause in the slightest.

The gate to the fifth floor slowly opened before him.

Behind the gate was chaos.

Countless spatial fragments collided, annihilated, and regenerated wildly inside, forming an extremely unstable region of spatial turbulence.

And in the deepest part of that turbulence, a silver-white figure several times taller than the guardians of the previous four floors stood there silently.

Its hollow silver eyes stared straight at John, as if they had crossed the barrier of space-time and seen through his soul.

"Challenger."

That figure spoke, its voice like thunder rolling across the sky.

"You are very strong. But the rules of the fifth floor are different from before. Here, you cannot use any divine skills. You may only rely on pure physical strength and your raw comprehension of Spatial Law to defeat me."

John raised his brows slightly.

He could not use divine skills?

Voidrealm Domain, Void Rift, and Phoenix Fire were all sealed?

He remained silent for a moment.

Then the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

"That works too."

He moved his wrist, and a series of crisp cracking sounds rang out from the bones and tendons throughout his body.

"Then I’ll play with you in the most primitive way."

Before his words had even finished, John’s figure had already vanished from where he stood.

The afterimage created purely by the explosive force of his physical body drew a straight line through the spatial turbulence, shooting toward the silver-white figure’s throat like a sharp arrow.

The silver-white figure clearly had not expected this challenger to meet the battle in such a brutal and direct manner. A rare trace of shock actually flashed through its hollow eyes.

John’s final punch smashed heavily into the silver-white figure’s chest.

The fifth-floor Guardian crashed to its knees, its silver body cracking inch by inch.

[Ding! Congratulations, you have cleared the fifth floor of Space Tower!]

[Reward: Spatial Law Comprehension +35%]

[Sixth floor entrance unlocked!]

John withdrew his fist and exhaled deeply, unable to suppress the curve at the corners of his mouth.

"The sixth floor... I’ll continue after I catch my breath."

He sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the newly obtained Spatial Law fragments.

He had to admit, Space Tower was truly a good thing. It could actually allow him to obtain so many Spatial Law fragments.