Ethereal Life, Chapter 67: Two sides Communication

After all, Garut's ability to see the future via a dream has requirements. One, someone he knew must die in the future before he can activate his future-seeing dream ability and prevent that from happening if he can.

Second, he can't activate his future-seeing dream ability if he dies or no one dies. This made him fear the future as much as he liked to see it. With the passage of time and seeing how he was still alive despite the years that have come by.

Garut's already-forgotten fear of his death slowly crawled out of his heart. But with his confidence coming from his strength. He can still suppress the gloominess in him and retain his combat effectiveness.

"I won't die in this place. Not after I tasted a new way to acquire more abilities," he muttered in his heart as his eyes burned with great fervor. The future has no more if he can change it when he is alive.

Then he can also do it now that he isn't yet dead! Suddenly, the corpse standing dully not far from him suddenly moved, making him alert for any incoming stones.

He didn't want to be blasted into meat paste after all. Garut waited, as he didn't dare to scare the hell out of that hidden monster behind him, as he was afraid it would make the whole situation more dangerous and out of control.

As he observed for a while, he noticed that they seemed to form a path as if welcoming someone who had arrived. Looking left and right with his eyes, he can see that the other corpse moved along and lined up as well.

"Are they welcoming someone? No, this corpse won't be intelligent either, right? Could the other monster who was controlling them be doing this?" Although it was a guess, such a possibility does indeed exist.

As such, Garut can't help but be curious about what monster will be coming out to reveal itself. At the same time, he was suddenly overcome by a very novel and unreal feeling.

This should be the first time he communicates with a monster, right? But how did he come to this kind of thought? When he wasn't even sure if it was just a hoax of his imagination.

"We can see the truth in that." Garut and the men not far behind him looked over nervously. As it was always the unknown that was meant to be feared.

Step.

Step.

Step.

What's this? More corpses walking in a line? No, they seem to be lifting something up. At this moment, a sedan-like design made of stones, vines, and other plant materials, as well as bones, came out of the fog.

Along with it was a specially unique corpse that was riding on a bulky, grotesque corpse neck, as though it were some kind of boss.

Garut noticed the third special one among this group's corpses. It's another corpse with nothing but bones, and its tattered clothes have been left holding a ball-size stone.

It seems that monster was the one who threw that thing at him, making him almost turn into a meat paste. Just thinking of his near-death experience just now made him quiver in fear.

He didn't want to die because of carelessness, after all. That's why his guard was further heightened against that specific monster amidst his expressionless face. He looked like a war grandpa in some martial arts movie though.

However, while he was looking at them, They were also looking at him with their dead eye sockets. Those with no more eyeballs in their eye sockets were now replaced by something bluish burning inside them mysteriously.

If Nai were here, he would have thought of them as soul fire. The fire that shows the soul of the lingering dead still using its unsealed dead body. Their eyes burned jovially as they though they were thinking.

Garut didn't know why, but he had an impulse in his heart, as well as a strange feeling when he gazed at them for a long time. It was as though he had known them for a long time.

This caused him to gaze at the trio more deeply at the same time, comparing them as well as the others in his memories. It's to see if he can recognize them. They might be his past friends who died of old age before him.

However, he was doomed to fail at the start. How can he compare their faces and body figures when they are just bags of bones with some fleshy skin left on them? Garut was speechless.

He suddenly didn't know what to think. What he had been thinking just now seemed unbecoming of him when he was still in a battle. Just because the other party can communicate doesn't mean this will end peacefully.

Garut immediately shook his head as he regained his serious, battle-ready look. As long as the monster made a move, Garut wouldn't stop anymore when it came to wiping them all out in a puff of black smoke.

Only what they left behind can be of use to him. Of course, this has been his whole goal all along since he told Nai that he wouldn't need help. He wants more abilities to awaken!

He wants to grow stronger and have more days to enjoy! Who wants to die anyway? Although it might seem selfish, he didn't care. At most, he would respect Nai as the ruler and give him some of his earnings.

But beyond that, it would be too much. He earned it, so it's his. However, looking at what's happening now, That might seem too different from what he was imagining all along.

A few seconds later, while he was in his inner dialogue. The one on top of the sedan lifted by a group of grotesque corpse skeletons suddenly waved his hands as though it were a cue for his minions to stop.

Although the one who was seated on the sedan was a bit odd because it has no lower half. For it to command so many of the monsters below. It must be a powerful one with an unknown ability.

It can't be denied that monsters have abilities just like the slimes, which were to manipulate human skins into various strange-shaped life forms. Slimes were the black, vicious substance-like liquid that used human skin as vessels to move around.

Some of those human skins would suddenly inflate like a boomer in a zombie survival game. While others would become a hulk-like figure and such when, in truth, there was nothing inside them but some vicious liquid and no real muscles or bones at all.

Such a mystery—how did they even do that? With such a low quantity of that black substance. How can they even fill up a hulking figure to such size and still match the figure's strength without fail?

"A...herm....ah..erm..aherm." Just as he was mulling on such deep questions. He suddenly heard a hoarse, deep scratching voice that can be said to have not come from a human sounded on the one sitting in the sedan.

Garut's eyes widened in disbelief. Indeed, there are intelligent ones among them. However, having the ability to communicate made this whole ordeal as creepy as it could be.

"You can talk?" Somehow, he blurted out his undisguised thoughts.

The skeleton seems to be toning in and out of his inhuman voice a bit before lifting up his hands and clapping.

Clak. Clak. Clak.

As he had only bones left, the sounds coming from the clapping were naturally not of flesh hitting flesh. "Hehehe. Garut, you seem to have forgotten about me."

Indeed, a corpse that can talk yet knows me. From its tone, it was oddly familiar, as though I had known him for a long time. Suddenly, as though he had thought of something,

"Don't tell me. No way. How did you know my name?" Although he had a guess, that was ridiculous. In this land where abilities exist. Garut still chooses to believe.

That this corpse and the skeleton monsters in front of him were what the villagers used to see in the past. Too bad; there are only a few bones left for him to recognize.

"Oh, oh, oh. Garut, although I'm but a bag of bones now and no longer a human, how could you forget about me when we used to work together in our Agah Village?"

The skeleton acted as though it were shocked in its flat tone, but no one could really see what expression it was showing because of its hard skeleton face. "Boy, I became too ugly to be forgotten."

The skeleton sighed before he waved his hand, and the group of corpses and skeletons around him retreated by a few meters. Garut was on guard, still thinking about who this monster was.

"Used to work, I see. Although I don't know who you are. I can't recognize your broken voice nor your face because you're a skeleton. I still think that we can talk it out and understand our situation seeing that we used to work together, right?"

It's not cowardly; it's what you call strategy. Know yourself and your enemy to be undefeated in the many battles to come. He got that from Nai.

"Talk? When you attack us first?"

"You almost killed me, so we're even."