Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 1364: Friends

The battle had only started a few minutes ago, yet four people had already died. Normally, the deaths of four enemies would have been good news, but for Timi and Lily, they had only made the battle more difficult.

After discovering that killing Lon’s followers only made him stronger, the two stopped attacking them. Still, just because they had stopped didn’t mean Lon would willingly fight in a weakened state, despite his hypocritical claims.

"Damn it!"

Timi gritted his teeth.

This was getting ridiculous. At first, he had believed that defeating Lon would be relatively straightforward with Lily’s assistance. Yet the man’s strange ability had made the entire confrontation far more troublesome than he had expected.

We can’t keep fighting like this.

Timi launched another attack. With a burst of speed, he appeared beside Lon and thrust his dagger toward the man’s chest.

Clang!

The gray aura immediately gathered around Lon, blocking the strike. Timi wasn’t surprised. He had already expected this. Using the force of the collision, he twisted his body and retreated several meters before leaping toward Lily.

The moment he landed beside her, he spoke.

"There’s no point continuing this fight."

"We’re not getting anywhere. If anything, we’re only putting ourselves in danger for no reason."

"That guy keeps getting stronger, and we don’t even know how much power he can still draw from those people."

"It’s better to leave now."

Although Timi wasn’t particularly pleased with the idea of retreating, he wasn’t foolish enough to continue a battle as meaningless as this. There was no reason for them to risk their lives here.

"Hey, why aren’t you answering?"

Timi turned toward Lily and was taken aback.

She was standing perfectly still. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were fixed on Lon, who, for some reason, had also stopped moving.

Timi’s brows furrowed.

What’s going on?

Why was Lily behaving so strangely?

Did that bastard do something to her?

His expression changed.

"Lily!"

He called out again with concern.

"Are you alright?"

’Lily’ slowly turned her head toward him. Her lips curved into a smile, but there was something strange about it.

It was a smile that didn’t feel like a smile at all.

"Well, well."

"...?"

"Since when did the two of you become such good friends?"

The voice was familiar. It was undoubtedly Lily’s voice.

Yet the tone...

Timi felt his heart skip a beat.

"To think you’ve become so close that you would even sneak away with Lily to some ’unknown’ location without informing me. Before ’this’ happened to this world, have you been doing this with others?"

"..."

Timi stiffened.

The words weren’t particularly threatening, but he didn’t find them funny in the slightest.

Because he recognized who was talking to him now.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as a familiar, suffocating sensation slowly descended upon him.

No way...

Timi stared at Lily in shock. The smile remained on her face, but now he was absolutely certain.

The person looking at him was no longer Lily.

MICHAEL NORMAN?!

Timi screamed internally.

WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE?!

More importantly...

HOW DID YOU EVEN GET HERE?!

Fortunately, Michael was only expressing his discomfort and wasn’t genuinely angry at Timi. After all, it took two to tango. Rather than take his dissatisfaction out on the youth, he could wait for Lily to return and give her a piece of his mind.

For now, Michael focused on ’Lon’ standing before him.

Or rather, ’Yū Meng.’

Yū Meng stared at Michael through Lon’s eyes.

"Do you really intend to become enemies with me?"

Her voice was devoid of emotion. There was none of the anger or hostility she had displayed during their earlier confrontation. It was almost as though nothing had happened between them.

Hearing her question, Michael couldn’t help chuckling.

"After everything we just went through, do you seriously think we can still be friends?"

"..."

Yū Meng remained silent for a moment.

Beside Michael, Timi stood with an increasingly complicated expression.

What the hell is going on?

He glanced between Lily and Lon. By now, even someone slow would have realized that something was terribly wrong with the two.

And Timi wasn’t slow.

Possession?

Consciousness projection?

Some kind of spiritual avatar?

His mind raced through several possibilities. Since the apocalypse, there weren’t many things that could genuinely shock him.

But this...

What the actual fuck?!

Timi swallowed nervously.

Yet buried beneath that fear was another emotion.

This is so fucking cool!

Unfortunately, the suffocating pressure coming from Lily reminded him that this wasn’t the appropriate moment to express his excitement.

Thus, Timi wisely kept his mouth shut.

Yū Meng finally answered Michael.

"I have lived for thousands of years."

"Throughout that time, I have encountered countless individuals. A little disagreement like this is hardly worth remembering."

"..."

Michael raised an eyebrow.

A little disagreement?

The woman had attempted to kill him!

Yū Meng continued.

"Besides, someone like you, who has already experienced two lives, should be equally open-minded about such matters."

"..."

Michael’s smile faded slightly.

He wasn’t particularly surprised that she knew about his second life. During their battle of fate, both sides had managed to obtain information about each other.

Although Yū Meng had primarily focused on killing him rather than investigating his past, her interference with his fate had still revealed a few fragments of his memories. Even those limited glimpses were enough for her to learn certain things about him.

Still, Michael no longer found the matter as troubling as he once would have.

Previously, he had regarded his origins as one of his most closely guarded secrets, alongside the nature of his talent. But after everything he had experienced, his perspective had gradually changed.

This was the supernatural world.

Stranger things happened every day.

Isabella was already a good example.

Compared to such things, someone living two lives wasn’t necessarily that shocking, especially for someone like him who didn’t have an identity crisis.

Naturally, that only applied to individuals familiar with the supernatural.

Michael wasn’t certain how ordinary people like Aunt Mia would react.

He wondered what she would think if she discovered the truth.

Would she still regard him as the same Michael?

Or would she begin questioning whether he was truly the person she had raised?

For this reason, Michael still preferred to keep his origins a secret, even if he no longer regarded them with the same level of caution.

As for Yū Meng knowing about his past, he wasn’t especially concerned.

Besides, discovering his origins didn’t mean she had obtained much useful information about him.

As long as the nature of his talent remained unknown, everything else could be handled.

Of course, maintaining this level of protection had come at an enormous cost.

Aside from the thousands of undead he had lost during their confrontation, he had also sacrificed more than five hundred years of his lifespan!

He wasn’t even twenty years old, yet he had lost more than five centuries of life!

Seeing that Michael had no intention of responding, Yū Meng seemed to understand his answer.

She sighed.

"Why must you be so wicked?"

Michael’s lips twitched.

Wicked?

He wondered whether he had misheard her.

Although the distinction between good and evil tended to blur as one grew stronger, Michael still found it ridiculous that a demonic cultivator was accusing him of wickedness.

He shook his head.

"Let’s call it a day."

Yū Meng gave him a deep look.

For several seconds, neither spoke.

Eventually, she broke the silence.

"We’ll see each other again in the future."

Michael didn’t respond.

Yū Meng didn’t seem to expect an answer either. She withdrew her consciousness from Lon, and shortly afterward, the man departed with his remaining followers.

"..."

Timi watched them go.

That’s it?

Though he knew nothing of what had just happened, he felt the conclusion seemed too easy.

He instinctively turned toward Lily.

Or rather, the person currently controlling her.

Michael was still watching Lon’s retreating figure. Only after the group had moved a considerable distance away did he finally turn his attention back toward Timi.

Their eyes met.

"..."

Timi immediately straightened.

Michael said nothing, merely giving the youth a long glance.

That alone was enough to make Timi break into another cold sweat.

Fuck!

Why are you looking at me like that?!

Timi wanted to explain himself.

He wanted to say that he hadn’t done anything particularly wrong and that Lily had willingly accompanied him.

But before he could gather the courage to speak, Michael had already withdrawn his consciousness.

Lily remained motionless for several seconds, her eyes slightly unfocused.

Although she had been unable to control her body, she remained aware of what had happened. As the events of the past few moments settled in her mind, her expression changed.

Cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She turned toward Timi.

"Timi..."

"Yes?"

Timi looked at her cautiously.

Lily swallowed nervously.

"I’m so cooked."

"..."

Timi stared at her.

Then he slowly nodded.

"Yeah."

"You’re definitely cooked."

The two exchanged a look.