Hundreds Years After I Was Called [Just Corpse], I’ve Become Strongest Undead When I Woke Up

"Hmm... I can't sleep"

I roared as I lay in the middle of the meadow.

No matter how much you lie down, you never fall asleep.

After all, undead may not have the natural function of sleeping in the first place.

It's better to walk than to stand still.

I woke up and started walking again in the dark.

How long has it been since then?

I saw a slight light in the distance.

"... the city."

I was finally able to discover the city.

Since light is leaking from the other side of the barrier, it seems like a city where people live, not ruins.

... we still have time until dawn.

Let's break into the city while we can.

I should have walked right through the gate, but I don't think I can explain it to the guards.

I may have been questioned and denied admission.

The height of the barrier was more than three meters.

But when I kicked the ground, I could jump twice as lightly, and I jumped over the wall easily.

Land on the ground.

"... okay, I'm sure they didn't notice."

I tried to clear my ears, but there was no footsteps.

I walked vertically to the wall for the time being.

Yet how many people have lived in this city for the first time.

It was time to wander around the dungeon forever, but I don't really know how long it was.

"What is this...?

In front of a mysterious object illuminating the darkness, I stopped my feet.

Perhaps it was this light that had leaked out of the barrier.

But I always thought it was a bonfire.

But what's in front of you now is an elongated stick that stretches toward the sky and a lantern attached to its tip.

There's light coming out of that lantern, but it's not like the lantern I know is on fire.

And yet, there is a strong light that illuminates the surroundings.

It also has no flame-like shaking and continues to provide stable lighting.

"That part alone seems useful for taking to the dungeon."

Generally, the type of dungeon that requires lighting uses the magic of pine light or fire to secure the light source, but the former is difficult to carry and the latter must continue to consume magic.

Well, I don't need one of those because I'm undead and have good night vision.

Walking all over the city, I found something else I'm not familiar with.

"Is this a carriage? But there's nowhere to put the harness on...?

At first glance, it looks like a carriage with a roof and wheels, but it's unlikely that the horse can pull.

In addition, I did not find the bench.

Looking inside, something like a ship's steering wheel was mounted on the front.

What the hell do you use it for?

"... you created something strange without knowing it."

If you think about it, the big city of Balkaba is in ruins.

Maybe it's been longer than I thought.

And that's where I find the building I was looking for.

"... the clothing store."

Though I felt bad, I forced myself to break the key and sneak into the store.

To change worn-out clothes, of course.

Even if you don't know I'm undead, you'll be suspicious in this outfit.

Even for me who is not good at conversation, I can't do anything clever enough to wipe out the mistrust of the first impression.

At least if I can dress up, I'm sure there will be people who will listen to me.

I picked the right clothes from the display and wore them.

And I see myself in the mirror in the store.

... okay, I'm sure this will be fine.

Except for the color of hair and eyes, it only looks like a normal young man everywhere.

But just be careful.

And if you wear a hat, you should be able to hide your hair and eyes to some extent.

So dressed, I left the shop behind, apologizing to the owner of the shop that nobody knew.

Though a complete thief, as a guarantee, I have placed the monster material on the counter that I defeated on my way here.

If you sell it, it will cost more than the clothes you stole.

"This should allow you to walk magnificently."

That said, it's still midnight, so I can't confirm it.

When the number of people grows in the morning, let's start by walking around the city with nothing to eat.

"... hmm?

What the hell?

How does this feel...?

A strange feeling struck me, and I stopped.

"From this side...?

I turn my body around and walk again so that I can be invited by something.

I don't know myself, but I felt like going in that direction.

I definitely don't hate it.

Rather, it was a very attractive feeling as if someone close to me was there.

But I don't know anything.

I'll get rid of the magic and signs as much as I can, and let this feel go.

Eventually, I arrived at a house.

I don't feel it's popular.

Looks like they're unattended.

But my gut tells me there's something in this house.

The window was unlocked, and I broke into the house from there.

But no matter how much you search the house, you won't find anything.

"Isn't that funny? It's just because of your mind... No, I don't feel like I'm down there somehow..."

Looking at the floor with that in mind, I found an unnatural handle.

When I pulled in front of me, I saw a staircase leading to the basement.

"I'm afraid of ghosts.... what am I supposed to do when I'm undead?"

That's how I reopened and went down the stairs.

It's in the basement.

"Hmm, what is this...?

To put it simply, this was like a torture room.

Lots of dangerous equipment and weapons all over the place.

All of them are dirty with bright red blood, and I can guess that they actually did something tough here.

Moreover, considering the strong smell of blood in the surroundings, it doesn't seem like it was a long time ago.

Looking closely, there are some places where the blood has not completely dried up and apparently it was spilled a little while ago.

And on the edge of the room are countless human carcasses.

If I hadn't been undead, I'd have been vomiting.

"I saw it...."

Ugh!

I glanced back.

What was there was the beauty of the thirty men with their swords on their hips.

He has long hair tied together behind his head and has a slender but splendid body.

Although it is a natural body, it has sharp sharpness like a sharpened blade, and I realized that it is quite a user.

But the man didn't feel like he was alive.

If you look closely, you are not blinking or breathing.

"No way, undead...?

I have a hunch.

And I understood the identity of the feeling I had been worried about for a while.

Well, apparently I came to this place in such a way as to be lured by the undead in front of me.

I don't know who I'm dealing with, but I may have the ability to detect my family's whereabouts when I'm undead.

"What...? You're undead too...? Sure, I don't feel alive....."

They also noticed.

Still, I'm surprised there was an undead who could talk to anyone but me.

I feel close to my family.

... wait.

I shook my head and wiped out that feeling.

He's not like me.

Look at this room.

Perhaps it was him who killed the body.

On the evidence, he's now grabbing a young woman's leg and dragging it with one hand.

Her chest was slightly up and down, and she still seemed to have breath.

"... what are you going to do with him?

"Make it as painful as you can, and I'll kill you."

When asked, such a ruthless answer came back without trying to hide anything.

"Why would you do that?

"Master's orders... there's no other reason."

"Master?

Long-haired undead said with a trance, as if he were a god.

"Our king, Jean-Diago.... I'm making a corpse here that I deserve to dedicate to him...."

... it looks like he's an undead incompatible with me.