The Legendary Spearman Returns - Chapter 347

In a world divided between Awakener and Cultivator, most people dream of becoming an Awakener because it is an easier path where killing monsters can directly increase their level.However, not everyone can awaken, so they must follow the difficult path of cultivation, where they must comprehend scriptures and techniques, and slowly absorb Spiritual Energy to improve their cultivation.Oliver was forced to take this path due to his failure to awaken, but unlike others who faced difficulties, he managed to awaken one of the strongest innate talents in cultivation, the Void Body, which made his cultivation path easier, allowing him to progress faster and become stronger than any Awakener.

Zion, a solo adventurer, recklessly entered a dungeon beyond his ability.Alas, that was the last thing he did. Wandering inside a dungeon for hundreds of years, as an undead, he kept advancing into the dungeon. Slaying monsters left and right until his undead body underwent ‘evolution’ many times over――――By the time he regained his ego, he had already become the strongest undead: 【No Life King】.Humankind, who was made aware of the appearance of a new world-class disaster monster, felt dread as they fell into the abyss of despair. 「The world is… done for.」…Or so they think.「It’s okay, do I look like an evil undead to you?（Smile~）」「「「HIIIIIIIIIIIII?!」」」「…SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!」This was the tale of the humans who trembled in fear [out of their own convenience] and him, an undead, who actually had no intention to destroy the world.

“I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.