Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 568: Commotion Caused From Sudden Quest Change [2]

Malice. That was what it felt like, as though the world itself conspired against him.

But Michael was an Awakener. And Awakeners were greedy for strength. He was no exception.

Especially when it seemed both quests could be accepted simultaneously.

Though confusion lingered, Michael noticed neither quest carried a failure penalty. That alone made his choice easier. He accepted both—and then waited.

It didn’t take long.

The moment his will confirmed the quests, his senses stirred with incoming signatures. First dozens, then hundreds, then more.

"One hundred... two hundred... five hundred... a thousand..."

The numbers kept climbing as his awareness swept 10 kilometers outward. More than a thousand students were gathering stopped 5 kilometers from his location, and still more signatures flickered into his range.

Yet none dared draw too close. They lingered, circling, as though waiting for something.

Michael’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t a fool. Now he understood why the system had given him such quests, even if the root cause was still hidden from him.

Unease stirred in his chest, but panic never came.

Instead, he drew in a deep breath, infusing mana into his voice until it boomed like thunder across the land.

"Since you’re already here," Michael’s voice echoed for several kilometers, "come and face me. Why hide?"

The sound of Michael’s voice rolled over the treetops like a struck bell, thick with mana.

Hundreds of Awakeners flinched. Hearts lurched.

"Was that... the target?" someone whispered.

"He sensed us from this far?" another hissed. "We stayed five kilometers out!"

A ripple of unease spread. For many, the shock wasn’t just the force in the words—it was the voice itself. Young. Too young. A good number of them still didn’t connect the quest to a fellow candidate; in their minds, the ten First-Rank academies had simply dropped some test-objective with an absurd payout for anyone strong enough to claim it.

But the call had exposed them. Hiding made no sense now.

Then, in eerie, collective purpose, the tide moved.

High above, the ten instructors felt a throbbing sense of unease in them. They wanted to stop what was going on since but when they had wanted to act, their vice principals told them to hold it.

They had even been ordered to remove the flying restraint formation on the island.

They didn’t know why but they felt something huge was about to happen.

—

Inside Castle 37, Michael’s lips pressed to a hard line. The sense-net he’d cast pulsed, painting the outer ring of his awareness with a dense halo of signatures. A thousand... and counting. They were holding at the five-kilometer mark no longer. Lines began to crawl forward.

He breathed slowly.

Though he was strong, he was only one man.

The death of his undead also made him realize that he and his legion were still far from powerful.

This quests also made him wonder what to do.

He wasn’t scared because he knew how powerful his trump cards were.

But did he want to reveal them?

It was when this thought came to him another followed.

Why couldn’t he reveal them? After all this was his true strength.

Also, when he thought of it. What was the use of holding unto trump cards that in the nearest futore would turn to regular strength.

When this thought came, for the first time in a long while Michael felt free.

He seemed to have made a certain decision.

The sky darkened—not with stormclouds, but with bodies.

Hundreds of Awakeners hovered above Castle 37. Below them, Michael hovered above his castle, 15 undead below him.

From this height he looked... boxed in.

Mana pressure stacked on mana pressure until the air rang like taut wire. A thousand eyes fixed on one man.

Michael’s gaze drifted over them, unhurried. "Any of you having second thoughts?"

Silence stretched—then a snort from the front rank. A spearwoman in slate armor glared down her nose at him. "We don’t know what trick you think you’ve got, pretty boy, but against thousands? It’s useless."

Murmurs rolled—agreement, derision, a few nervous laughs. More than a few were startled that the ’guardian’ of Castle 37 was a fellow student—and this young. Handsome, even. But they didn’t buy that he was the reason the quest was labeled like a calamity. Surely the difficulty came from something else.

Michael’s mouth quirked. "Okay, then."

A small coffin appeared in front of him and they all tensed.

Michael raised two fingers.

Immediately.

Two figures appeared beside him.

One was dark and had feathered wings. The other was tall, had two sharp teeth threatening to leave his mouth and a huge bat like wing behind him.

The pressure slammed down like a mountain, a suffocating weight that made the very air groan.

Mana surged so violently it warped space itself, bending light into shimmering distortions that rippled outward from Castle 37 like shockwaves.

The invisible force wasn’t merely felt—it pressed against flesh and bone, a tangible storm of energy that clawed at them.

Even seasoned Awakeners, those who had weathered battle after battle, found their chests tightening as though an unseen hand gripped their ribs. Hundreds faltered mid-flight.

The sky, once filled with confidence and noise, turned tense, quiet, and fearful.

The two new figures didn’t roar. They didn’t posture. Their mere presence was enough.

Gale and Lucly.

For the first time since their awakening, they stood revealed before public eyes.

Michael’s voice cut through the trembling silence—firm, calm, absolute.

"Clear everything on this island."

The words were not shouted. Mana carried them, and every Awakener within kilometers heard them as clearly as if whispered in their ears.

Gale’s wings snapped once, a hurricane’s edge exploding outward.

The students hovering above had thought Michael trapped. But now, boxed in or not, it was the hunters who suddenly felt like prey.

And Michael? He simply raised his spear and pointed it skyward.

"Begin."

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A/N: Sorry for the mishap. This is on me not paying enough attention and not like some of you think, a trick to do certain things. I’m really sorry.