The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

“Oh, that could work,” Yuli thought for a moment and then said, “You can be the captain, and I’ll be your vice captain.”

Wu Heng gave her a disdainful look and said straightforwardly, “Now you can have the captain give you the title of vice captain, why wait until my turn?”

“No, your skills are too poor, you need someone to help you.”

“I don’t know who is the poor one!”

The group chatted in the room for a while.

All the teams started to gather, preparing to incinerate the corpses.

The bodies had been placed outside the city. The teams just had to go there, verify the identities, and proceed with the incineration.

Team Four left the city and arrived at the incineration spot directly.

After Autruck confirmed the bodies, finding no issues, all were piled on the constructed wood stack.

Wu Heng looked at the bodies, cast a Grease Skill, and then lit the fire.

Whoosh-!

The fire blazed up into the sky.

Everyone quickly retreated, maintaining a certain distance.

After all, these were summons of a Necromancer, no one could assure that there wouldn’t be another corpse explosion or toxic gas release.

The fire blazed up into the sky, and the kindling crackled.

With the fuel from the Grease Skill, they didn’t need to add more wood, the bodies were burnt nearly to ashes.

After the bodies were burned, the scene was tidied up, and the team began to return.

Yuli was arm in arm with Cavina, chatting and laughing.

It seemed that after the death of the necromancer, everything returned to normal, having no effect on anyone.

After returning to the association, each team went home to recover from their injuries.

Yuli was called away by her aunt.

Wu Heng went directly to the front desk of the main hall to inquire about the preparation of the Corpse Core Detoxifying Potion.

The staff began to flick through the logbook.

He smiled and said, “Mr. Wu Heng, both potions have been prepared. Please wait a moment!”

Both were ready.

With a recipe, the preparation of the potion was quite efficient.

It was much quicker than research and development.

Soon after, the staff member came back.

He was holding two boxes in his hand.

“Mr. Wu Heng, these are the potions you commissioned,” the staff member respectfully placed the boxes on the table.

Upon opening the potion box, Wu Heng saw the two potions inside.

[Customized Antidote Potion] [Guard Wisdom Antidote Mixture]

After making sure there was nothing wrong with the potions, he paid the remaining balance.

Taking the potions, he left the association directly.

After returning to his residence, he closed the door and had Basson stand guard at the door.

Wu Heng placed the level two Corpse Core and the potions on the table.

After a simple clean-up, he swallowed them directly.

A surge of immense spiritual pressure rushed into his brain, as if there was an invisible force tearing at his sea of consciousness.

“Damn it, the symptoms are different.”

Wu Heng instantly felt something was wrong.

The symptoms were totally different from the last time he took a level two Corpse Core.

Not daring to hesitate, he immediately opened the potion and gulped it down.

Regardless of its efficacy, he had to drink it first.

A refreshing sensation instantaneously charged into his brain, but it only relieved some of the spiritual pressure.

The sensation of his spirit being constantly stretched and torn still persisted.

The buzzing sound filled his ears, his vision blurred.

Skeleton Basson, who was spiritually linked with Wu Heng, started to tremble with a rattling noise, as if it were about to fall apart.

“It’s no good!” Wu Heng, suppressing the pressure, opened the other two bottles of the Customized Antidote Potion and gulped it all down.

The common potion also had some effect.

Wu Heng held his head with both arms, his teeth clattering.

It seemed like an eternity had passed.

An unclear prompt appeared in his ears.

[Perception +5, Intelligence +7, Charisma +5.]

[Unlocking Ability: Enhance Will)

After the pain, Wu Heng took big heaves of air. Beads of sweat the size of beans damped his shirt and landed on the ground with a drip sound.

The pressure on his mind gradually began to lessen, and in return, he gained a stronger perception ability.

Even without deliberate observation, he could sense everything in the room.

The effect of the Corpse Core was significant, but for a moment just then, he really thought he was going to die.

If he did become a zombie, he probably would’ve been a Level 2 zombie.

In the Zombie World, he might’ve been able to mix in as a leader, but in this world, he was likely to be killed, his body sent for research, and his remaining parts to be sold on the black market.

It was somewhat frightful.

Taking in a deep breath, Wu Heng straightened up.

He started to review the attribute changes brought by the Corpse Core.

The first were the increases in perception, intelligence, and charisma.

These three attributes, unlike physical constitution and strength which display themselves physically, were latent attributes.

Intelligence directly affects a mage’s spellcasting, as well as influencing their memory and cognitive abilities.

Every mage is a scholar, meaning the profession of a mage has an intelligence threshold, requiring the understanding of various books and recorded content.

Perception is the quantification of intuition and insight, and charisma represents personal temperament, which is also important in mate selection.

For instance, if you win over ‘Slyther’, you would be a well-off member of the upper class in Black Stone Town.

The last is unlocking an ability.

[Enhance Will]: personal will is enhanced, establishing a will barrier, resisting and dissolving negative effects that infringe on personal will.

Wu Heng furrowed his eyebrows.

According to the wording of the modern world radio, it seems he had unlocked a superpower.

However, this superpower appeared to be a passive ability.

It may have some use in another world, but in the Zombie World, the effect might not be significant.

Even Big Head Zombie didn’t seem to affect his will.

It was different from the superpower he had imagined.

It didn’t seem particularly useful.

But, having it is better than not having anything at all.

He had no choice but to accept it.

In the future, by collecting more Corpse Cores, he might continue to unlock other superpowers.

After tidying up his surroundings a bit, Wu Heng changed into clean clothes.

Knock, knock, knock-!

The door was knocked again.

As Wu Heng buttoned up his shirt, he opened the door.

He thought it was Yuli coming to find him for dinner, only to find an association staff member standing at the door.

“The Steward has requested your presence.”

The Steward?

“Alright.” Wu Heng nodded, assuming that it was because of the merits and rewards for this task.

Autruck had said that his merits would be much higher than others.

After a simple organization of his thoughts, he went out the door.

He stepped out of the alley and told the landlord that if the curly-haired girl came by, tell her that he has gone to the association.

After saying this, he walked towards the association with Basen.

At this time, there were hardly any people in the association.

The hall was empty and a little cold.

Wu Heng went to the Steward’s study room, knocked on the door, then entered.

The entire study was still neat and tidy.

“Steward Yazde.”

“Uh, sit!” the Steward said with a smile.

Wu Heng sat down next to him.

Yazde continued, “How do you find the association?”

“Not bad, pretty good.”

“Your rate of growth has even surprised me. I didn’t expect you to be able to defeat the Necromancer last night,” Yazde said lightly, leaning against the chair.

“It was just luck.” Wu Heng looked at him, feeling Steward’s tone was a bit strange today.

It was like he was about to release the restrained excitement in his heart.

Yazde, leaning on his cane, stood up and continued, “Do you have any other wishes?”