Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 906: Leaving



Chapter 906: Leaving



Michael didn’t know what was happening, but he had a bad feeling about it.


He stood there a few seconds longer, watching the darkness continue to spread. Then he exhaled slowly.


"...Doesn’t matter."


Whatever was about to happen, it wasn’t going to stop him from going home. After months of dealing with supernatural matters without rest, his family came first. And more importantly, this was not some weak, unguarded city.


Aside from the nearby academy, there were at least two other major posts of equivalent standing.


If something really did happen here, they would handle it.


Michael’s eyes lingered on the sky for one last moment. Then he moved.


His figure blurred, and the next instant he was gone.


Michael reappeared several streets away, his footing steady the moment his body stabilized.


"...That felt different," Michael muttered, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes.


This was the first time he had used teleportation through the void without entering Wisdom’s state.


Michael flexed his fingers slightly, feeling the residual traces of space distortion fade from his body.


"...So this is what it’s like."


There was a quiet satisfaction in his chest. In fairness, this was only possible because of Wisdom. Without that foundation, without that understanding of space and perception, achieving something like this so cleanly right after advancing would have been out of reach.


He didn’t waste time. His figure blurred again as he appeared outside the city, suspended in midair.


Michael gave the city and its darkening sky one last look, then prepared to teleport again.


His body froze before he could.


Across the sky, cracks began to appear.


They spread slowly, like wounds being carved into the air itself, thin dark lines branching outward before widening bit by bit. The sight alone sent a visible ripple through everyone watching.


The earlier curiosity broke instantly.


Some of those still recording lowered their devices in shock. Others raised them higher instead. In other places, murmurs collapsed into shouts.


"What is that?!"


"The sky is breaking!"


"No, that’s not normal, that’s not normal at all!"


Michael stared upward. Shock passed through him.


The familiarity of the scene struck him all at once, hard enough to make his jaw clench. He had known it felt familiar. He had suspected it from the moment the color of the sky changed. And now, watching the cracks widen, he understood why.


Michael’s teeth pressed together. "Demonic supernaturals."


The words came out low and full of rage.


And right behind the anger came something colder.


This city had millions of people, and based on the mana already gathering in the cracks above, Michael could tell this would not unfold the same way Woodstone had.


Back then, weaker creatures had come through first. Enough to spread terror, but not enough to bury the city in blood before its defenders could respond.


This felt different. The mana in the cracks was too dense.


His eyes narrowed sharply.


"...Are they scaling their evil in relation to their target’s strength?"


The thought made his expression colder. Was that the logic behind it? Weaker cities received weaker attacks, stronger cities received proportionally stronger ones? The more powerful the target, the more vicious the opening strike?


The idea was insane. And yet, looking at what was forming above the city, it felt entirely plausible.


Below, panic had finally taken hold. The earlier excitement was completely gone. People moved in every direction, some running without any clear destination, some calling out names, some frozen in place and still staring upward.


At that moment, Michael still thought of his family. Last time, when demonic supernaturals did this, it wasn’t limited to a single location.


Regardless, this city had its own protectors, and plenty of them. Suddenly, every second he spent standing here felt like a second wasted.


Though leaving like this made him feel a trace of guilt when he saw a few supernaturals rising to meet the threat in the air, the feeling quickly faded.


Michael’s figure blurred, and space folded. This time, he crossed a far greater distance.


Far behind him, the cracks in the sky continued to widen.


Meanwhile, far away from the city and completely unaware of what was unfolding above Brightgate, Jester and Lily were still inside the virtual space.


The raid had only just begun to settle into rhythm. The earlier storm of messages had calmed somewhat, replaced by a mix of casual chatter, game suggestions, and the occasional anxious comment about awakening.


Jester had just finished responding to one when a new message appeared.


— wait why is it getting dark outside


Neither of them paid much attention at first.


Then another came.


— same here


— my window literally just got darker


— is it about to rain?


— no the sky looks weird


Jester’s eyes flickered toward the chat. Lily noticed too.


"...Weird weather?"


The messages multiplied.


— hold on I’m checking


— no this isn’t normal


— sky looks wrong


— why is it so dark all of a sudden


— wait are you guys seeing this too???


Jester’s expression shifted slightly. The chat was moving faster again, but the energy behind it was different from before. It was something closer to confusion edging toward unease.


Some people started posting half-formed descriptions. Others left the stream entirely to check their surroundings.


The viewer count in the corner began to drop.


20,341. 19,880. 19,102. 18,400.


Jester frowned. Even when something distracted the audience, the drop was usually gradual. This felt different. Abrupt. Like people were leaving all at once rather than drifting away.


Lily’s eyes narrowed. "...That’s not normal."


Jester said nothing, but he nodded slightly.


More messages came through.


— the internet is acting weird


— my screen lagged


— anyone else???


— signal drop???


— WHAT IS THAT IN THE SKY


Then the stream froze.


Not for the viewers. For him.


The interface in front of Jester flickered once, twice, then dimmed.


[Connection Unstable]


[Attempting Reconnection...]


The viewer count dropped harder.


12,000. 8,000. 3,000.


Then zero.


The entire panel blinked red.


[Network Lost]


[Switching to Offline Mode]



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