Strongest Dimensional Necromancer-Chapter 44: Dead village

This time, Riven pointed at her in return. "You open it." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Kivara scowled. Riven shrugged and said simply, "You’re stronger than me."

She hesitated, but she didn’t like being in the village any more than Riven did, so she moved closer to the coffin. Her aura surged around her, pressing tight against her like a coiled serpent, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

She stretched her hand forward and touched the front of the coffin, shivering from the coldness she felt from it. But then, she gripped the edge and flipped the coffin lid open, jumping back as she did.

But... there was nothing inside!

Riven released the breath he didn’t know he was holding, but that only made him more tense. "Now what? How will we get out of here?"

Kivara stared back blankly. They couldn’t think of any way to get out of the village. Their last option was the coffin, but there was nothing inside. "Maybe we should attack the undead, but I’m afraid of drawing the necromancer’s attention or offending them."

Riven swallowed. "...I just joined the practitioner world, and I’m going to get stuck in this village? Why is my luck so shitty?..."

He couldn’t help but howl in his mind.

Just as he was about to say something to Kivara, he saw a red flash appear inside the coffin. Unknown to them, the coffin had filled with darkness. "What is that...?!"

As practitioners, their speed was already inhuman; they could do a lot in one second. And Kivara was even faster than Riven by far, so the moment she saw the change in his expression and where his eyes were looking, she began to turn.

But even then, she wasn’t fast enough. Five hands reached out of the coffin, gripped her, and pulled her inside—all in the time it took to blink!

Riven stared at the now-closed coffin in shock. He raised his sword and took several steps back. "Kivara?"

There was no answer. Riven began retreating from the room, his brain shifting to prioritize his own survival. But he continued calling to her. "Kivara? Kivara?"

He had reached the door when the coffin shuddered and changed, warping into the shape of a figure covered head to toe in black bandages.

A dry, old voice came from the figure, cracking and male, as if it had been unused for a long time. "Hehe hehe. Do you want to save her? To save the jade beauty?"

Riven didn’t answer. He began backing out of the door. When the figure saw this, they stretched out their hand. "I know how you can get out of here!"

That was enough to make Riven stop walking. "How?"

He could hear the annoyance in the voice as it spoke next. "To save the jade beauty and get out of here, you have to catch me. That’s all! But that’s impossible, because..."

The bandages covering the undead suddenly changed. They faded away and were replaced by a white funeral robe. The head was still wrapped tightly, but the space for the eyes was left open, and what Riven saw was a cage. Inside, countless red eyes stared back at him.

"...because I’m everyone!" Then the undead turned and smashed through the wall to escape.

Riven was left staring at its back, the white funeral clothes swaying in the air without any wind. "I should catch him? A game of hide and seek? What is he planning?"

He hesitated for just an instant. The thought of staying trapped in the village was too much, and he leaped out of the hole in the wall to the street outside.

And he stopped running immediately. The outside had changed. The once-silent street was now noisy and crowded. It was filled with undead. All of them wore white funeral clothes, wailing and crying.

"He’s hiding there?"

Different undead marched through the street, all of them in white funeral clothes. Some carried black coffins atop their heads while others followed behind, wailing, crying, shouting, and stomping their feet.

It chilled Riven. "The dead are mourning the dead?"

It was almost unbelievable. But what concerned Riven the most was that the way to get out of the village was to catch that undead. But, as he said earlier... he’s everyone!

Although all the undead in funeral clothes were performing different actions, they all still looked like the main one. It was impossible to tell who the real one was.

Riven took several steps forward, using his Shape technique to create his sword. With a single leap, he cleared the distance.

When he got close, the undead ran from him as if they were made of white dust and smoke. Their speed was much higher than his. Riven immediately knew it was all a joke.

"...It’s impossible to catch them... and I don’t even know which one I’m supposed to catch... I’m going to be trapped here chasing them for a very, very long time..."

He stopped running and stood there, scowling at about thirty undead wailing and gnashing their teeth in sorrow.

Up above, unknown to Riven, a faceless man and an old bird with a woman’s face hovered, wings flapping gently. The old woman sighed. "You used the wrong coffin again."

The man winced. "To be fair, they all look the same. How do you expect me to know that it was the dead village inside the coffin? Even you didn’t know!"

The old woman twisted her head completely to the back to watch him. "This is why you shouldn’t put your undead in coffins. Hang them somewhere or just use your mind space."

"I don’t want to put unique undead together in my mind space. And hanging them? That’s just barbaric! It’s better to bury them in a graveyard instead!"

"Tututu," the old bird shook her head. "Or do you keep them in coffins because you like collecting coffins? Even your nickname..."

The faceless man cleared his throat. "When do you think we should stop the dead village?"