Heron Again?

While Jack was busy conversing with Ares, Karlos was still moving. However, a sudden thought came to his mind.

'Why did I kill them? Especially the children?'

That was right. He did not know the reason behind his actions. He had set out to kill those people who killed his new body's original owner. However, along the way, he found a village, and for some reason, instead of searching for clues of the enemies, he directly chose genocide. These non-combatants, especially the children who had only lived for a handful of years thus far, gave extremely little exp to him, the lowest of which was exp comparable with the little rabbit he had killed along the way!

Furthermore, he did not feel a thing when he was doing so! He felt no guilt, no regret, no disgust, and in fact, he felt a sort of satisfaction he had not felt before. A kind of joy!

'This must be due to me being an undead… It might cause me to have thoughts of massacring humans randomly…' Karlos mused to himself.

That was actually all he could do. His skeleton body could only move so fast, about as fast as a casual stroll of a slightly elderly man, sluggishly moving forward without a sense of tiredness.

'Damn it! Before all of this stuff about my race, I need to figure out a way to increase my speed!'

Suddenly, like a flash of lightening, inspiration struck him.

'I use dash at the last moment to catch up to targets. And that is how players are supposed to use the skill'

'However,….'

Without thinking any further, Karlos activated Dash and his speed doubled in an instant. However, unlike a dash he used before where he would increase his speed for a few steps, he did not stop using the skill.

Just like that, his speed doubled!

'Haha! Infinite Stamina finally came into use!!! Wait! I can also use that presence hide thingamabob!'

Thinking that far, the skeleton that had been moving in the forest at the speed that a fit human in the prime of his life would jog at, suddenly vanished.

In essence, he had not vanished, and if someone were to take a photo of his current location, he would magically appear in it. However, to any beast or human, he was not present there. It was a similar concept to how one ignores a stone that is present on the road, although it is right in front of your eyes, you would unconsciously ignore it.

'Haha! I can keep up this speed forever, and stay hidden forever as well…'

At this moment, Jack's voice entered the monologue.

[Noice. But you forget something… your goal to becoming an Archlich, or even Undead God would disappear just like yourself. In the end, you will only become a super-skilled assassin… and Undead killer?]

'Ack'

The sudden mental blow was so strong that both [Basic Dash] and [Basic Presence Hide] deactivated and he nearly fell over.

After regaining his balance, Karlos retorted to Jack, but it was more of a way to console himself.

'Gods must be able to do everything! This will only be the first set of skills I have. I will naturally get a lot more. You better not stop me!' he told Jack's voice that was in his head.

[Sure, sure. Now, get going. You don't get tired, nor do you need to sleep or eat. Just keep moving. Forward my valiant skele!]

This time, Karlos would have surely vomited blood if he had any.

…

Back in the desert of the southern continent, Heron looked around and took in a deep breath before yelling out loud.

"GET UP!"

His voice reverberated throughout the entire room, and all the sleeping figures that were lying on the floor, table, bed, and all sorts of other surfaces like dead bodies instantly began moving.

These were the people who he had brought along with him, the sub-users of the system.

After a small commotion, some clambering here and there, and a dash of bloodshed, everyone capable of waking up had woken up successfully, while those who could not would remain sleeping forever.

"Leave those who have fallen. They fell in the bliss of victory, and let it remain like so. Stop looting their bodies!"

Instantly, the bloodshed that was occurring from those who were alive looting the dead bodies stopped and they silently backed away from the bodies. Naturally, they would not return the loot they had taken from those who succumbed to their fates while partying over their victory over the slavers.

"Good, prepare to move out." Heron spoke as he turned around and left.

Although he had found some civilisation in this base of the slave traders, he knew that this was not true civilisation, since such slave traders would not be too close to the authorities. It would still be some time before he reached a town, city, or even a village.

With such thoughts in his mind, he left after making sure his subordinates thoroughly 'cleaned' the base.

….

At this moment, SPU…