The temperature of my body was decreasing continuously, but now that I have a plan to proceed with. I didn’t waste a single second; let the hellfire devour these wandering souls.

I was summoning as many souls as possible, burning all of them with hellfire, because once they entered the passage between worlds, they were getting torn apart by the spatial storms.

So, I took a deep breath and burned the entire passage with the hellfire, thinking that hellfire might be able to make it stable enough to allow the souls to pass through the worlds.

Sure, enough things didn’t work out; despite the souls being protected by the hellfire, there was no way for them to step into reality. As I watched the souls getting torn apart by the spatial storm between the worlds.

Meanwhile, I was there between the world, experiencing their agony without much remorse. Every single soul that stepped into the passage was torn apart; not even a single one of them was able to reach the real world.

As I closed the experiment, I found myself standing on the frozen ground; ice had formed around my feet. My body was feeling extremely cold, but that didn’t last long. In less than a few seconds, my body temperature returned to normal.

I kicked the ground, smashing the ice with my boots, and it instantly shattered, mixing with the soil. I took a quick look after doing this. Everything was fine; no one had come here in the meantime.

Though I was sad about being unable to summon the undead, I wasn’t much concerned about it. All I wanted to do was experiment that I had seen in a manhwa, which was called, ’The summoner with undead legion.’

In that story, the protagonist uses the dead body as a medium to summon countless dead souls from the underworld to possess their bodies, turning them into an undead soldier. Doing so only costs him 5 to 10% of his mana compared to normal summon. Because of this, he was able to form his undead legion far earlier with fewer mana uses and a high number of summons; he was completely unbeatable.

Well, what’s the point of thinking about it? After all, if it didn’t work out, then thinking about it was useless. It’s not like this was the only way for me to become stronger. I can get far stronger by doing some perverted acts.

As I turned to walk away, I noticed my hand had become slightly pale once again. I squinted my eyes a bit, but in the end moved on. If I am using the power, then the price must be paid.

My thoughts were righteous, but I wasn’t. All I was doing was deceiving myself. I wanted that undead army. I also wanted to rule the world. But right now I failed, learning the important lesson that manhwa knowledge won’t always save me.

At least not every time.

I rubbed my pale hands a little, finding them not so striking. I walked back with the casual light steps, and no one was crazy enough to suspect that someone would come in the middle of the day to perform black magic on a corpse. Even if someone really wanted to do that, they should be suspected of coming at night.

While walking back, I spotted a few people standing on graves, their relatives or whatsoever I don’t really care about that. But just as I was passing through the main gate, I spotted a guy wearing a long coat and sunglasses walking past me.

The only thing that caught my eye was his sunglasses, though it was normal for people to wear sunglasses outside the house. But I started finding people wearing sunglasses a bit odd, all because of that perverted old hag.

I knew I was being paranoid, but I still turned around to glance at the man. All I saw was him stopping in front of the grave with no name. Nothing strange about it, some people just come here for the sake of formality, not everyone really cares about the dead ones.

As I was wondering about this man, whether he was really normal or if some hidden plot was about to get triggered, my phone rang.

I quickly took it out and saw the name, Emi, flashing on the screen. As I picked up the call, I heard her familiar voice on the other side.

"Ricky..." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"What?" I simply asked, and I could easily tell that she wanted me to buy something for her while I am out. Of course, she will be paying a premium for that delivery service.

"Where are you right now?" She asked impatiently.

"Tell me what I have to buy, and send the money to my account," I said straight out, even though I don’t need to do this cheap labour work anymore. But I still hadn’t got to the stage where I bend the things according to my will. Plus, she was my best treasure chest currently; there are so many unknown rewards that I could get from her.

"When you come back, get me a chocolate pastry." She ordered and ended the call. Right after the call ended, I got the payment for the pastry. Of course, she had sent the money for two pastries.

I pocketed the phone and took the bus back home.