Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

“Here, take this!”

in the Land of Bone, within the Bone Prison, Dean McKenzie casually tossed a [Seventh-turn Task Scroll] to Carl.

They got this item from the Giant Bear Tribe.

After all, they practically cleaned one of their treasure vaults out.

However, Dean McKenzie had serious doubts. It was likely only one of the many vaults of the Giant Bear Tribe and probably one of the ones with lesser value.

But still, there were some valuable items in there like a Seventh-turn Task

Scroll.

There was only one Extermination Task Scroll though.

Dean McKenzie needed the Extermination Task Scroll for himself, but he could give Carl a general Seventh-turn Task Scroll at any time.

Yet, the moment Carl saw the [Seventh-turn Task Scroll], his mind went into a spin.

“No way, no way, our tribe has no money left!’

“I don’t want your money!”

”We don’t even have enough coffins left!”

“I don’t want your coffins either, it’s a gift!”

Carl shook his head, saying he wouldn’t accept it even if he died: “No way, free gifts are the most costly!”

“What? Who told you that?”

“You did! When you sold me those gauntlets, that’s what you said!

“Damn!”

Dean McKenzie looked at the obstinate Carl who insisted he wouldn’t accept the gift without giving anything in return, and he almost choked from holding back a curse.

How stubborn can this bull be!

He insists on paying, and he won’t accept just anything, he insists on giving something of equal value!

“Then give me your tribe’s Portable Mysterious Realm in return!”

“That won’t work either, the Portable Territory can’t be sold, it would dishonor

our ancestors!”

“Then what else does your Giant Bull Tribe have to offer?

Just when Dean McKenzie was widening his eyes, Carl suddenly came up with a creative suggestion: “How about… how about I sell myself to you!”

“What?”

“Look at me, if I sell myself to you, I become your subordinate, right?

So wouldn’t it be fair and reasonable for you to help me with my Seventh-turn

Task?”

Dean McKenzie was stunned by Carl’s innovative suggestion.

He stared at Carl as if he were seeing him for the first time.

Who knew a simple man could come up with such a suggestion?

Isn’t this just a blatant freeloader move?

‘■So all along you not only wanted this item, but you also wanted me to help you complete the Seventh-turn?

Are you trying to get a free ride from me?

You crafty lad, I thought you were a simpleton, but you see me as a fool, don’t you?”

In response to Dean McKenzie’s questioning, Carl scratched his head and said,

“My gut tells me that following you is the path to a good life!”

“You trust your gut?”

“Absolutely, our tribe always follows its instincts!”

Carl explained that their tribal leaders conduct affairs with a blend of guessing and gambling.

Guessing for smaller decisions often led to mistakes, while big decisions made through gambling were never wrong!

So, Carl trusted his instincts wholeheartedly. If his instincts said to stick to Dean McKenzie, he would stick to him, if they said he should hang out with Dean, he was resolved to do so.

Dean McKenzie looked at Carl.

Confirming that he seemed serious, Dean said, unwilling to argue further, “Alright, fine. Do as you please. Here, take this!”

Dean McKenzie tossed the [Seventh-turn Task Scroll] again, this time Carl caught it.

“Boss, when do we start?”

He was eager and it showed.

“Or why don’t we get to it right now?” He said, rather impatiently.

Dean McKenzie glared at him.

“What’s the rush? What is your tribe’s current strength? Are you sure they can withstand a wave of monsters attacking? Moreover, the Giant Bear Tribe has set their sights on you. The moment you start, they will know about it.

The difficulty of your Seventh-turn task is not yet known. If they also get involved, who knows what chance you’ll have to pass the trial?”

“Then what do we do?”

Whether or not Carl was really following his instincts, Dean McKenzie was definitely following his.

[Wild Instinct] told Dean that following his instincts this time would do no harm, so he luckily decided to trust Carl and help him complete the Seventh-turn task.

The difficulty of Carl’s Seventh-turn task was twofold.

One was the difficulty of the trial itself and the other came from the Giant Bear Tribe.

Dean McKenzie had no control over the difficulty of the trial itself!

After all, outsiders can’t help with a Promotion Quest. Dean wasn’t sure what the Promotion Quest for the South Barbarian was like as they were different from everyone else’s, but he guessed that it wouldn’t be easy for outsiders to help either.

So there were only two ways Dean could help Carl- one by strengthening the Giant Bull Tribe as much as possible, and by shielding them from the threat of the Giant Bear Tribe.

“Let’s do this, I’ll help your Giant Bull Tribe enhance its strength first!

Dean McKenzie’s eyes narrowed as he patted Carl’s shoulder and chuckled.

Seeing Dean McKenzie’s laugh, Carl felt a bit anxious. Mainly because Dean McKenzie’s smile was somewhat disturbing! “As far as I know, not everyone in your tribe is a professional, right? Let me help your tribe members complete their Promotion Quests!

In addition, I’ll help you guys do a little advanced training!”

“Training? How?”

“You’ll know very soon!”

Afterward, Dean McKenzie took action, using the Flight Skill to return to the Giant Bull Tribe.

As soon as he arrived at the Giant Bull Tribe, he had Carl gather all the ordinary people of the tribe together.

Dean McKenzie set up the [Gate of Bone], sent all the ordinary people of the Giant Bull Tribe to the Land of Bone and, using the Land of Bone’s [Promotion Altar], made all the members of the Giant Bull Tribe professionals..