Chapter 360 – 360. Call the Dead Without Money

“Hey, Ohrabang. Is this getting windy?”

“What?”

“Here. Something is leaking from my head…”

Eun-ha said that, and suddenly her mouth was wide open, and she put her hand inside it. Then he drew out a dark liquid.

“Isn’t that… Ectoplasm?”

“Uh? How did you know?”

“Huh.. Now you just take it out..?”

“A digested spiritual body can be ectoplasmic.”

This is a skill I’ve never seen before. I guess I wasn’t too interested in Eunha… Well, I can’t help it because this guy doesn’t pay much attention to me either.

In any case, Eunha, a curs stone, smeared the ectoplasm stored in her body on the head of the high-ranking dead.

She must have caught and ate various ghosts or spiritual bodies while walking at night with her curse warrior Lee Hyun-ah, so what she took out now was probably fragments of the spiritual body that had been digested in her body.

A child who creates solitude, so what can he not do?

In fact, I think Curse Doll is a production job. It is a class for the defense of the spiritual body, and at the same time, it generates its own high-quality material, ectoplasm…

“It would have been a stopgap.”

“Uh… Makeshift?”

“Yes. Something like a soul was leaking through the broken head here, so I blocked it with ectoplasm. Will there be a response soon? No.”

“Huh.. Or not.. Irresponsible..”

After waiting for a while as she said, the light of reason gradually returned to the eyes of the dead who had been crying and making stupid cries.

“Uh…? Uh… This is…”

Soon she blinked as if the high-ranking dead had no idea what was going on.

Done. Reason returned to the guy who lost his reason.

“J-It really works!!?”

“Hehe. Iknow, right. This is how it works Well, first of all, did I pay for the meal today?”

“That, yes… Eunha. Go and rest good job.”

“Then!”

Eun-ha hurriedly left the scene.

He told me to rest, so I went to rest.

Aram also really likes to rest, but it’s a bit different from Eunha. A-ram just sleeps all day, and Eun-ha is a guy who likes to wander around and watch and play.

Well, anyway, they’re similar in that they don’t like to work. But when they do both, they do it, so I can’t say anything.

“Yeah.. Hey. Are you a little more conscious now?”

“Ah, no… How is this… Ugh…”

When he regained his senses, he didn’t seem to like the fact that he was chained tightly to his tentacles.

“Now, then… How do I subdue…”

“Hey, over there.. Hey. Descendant…”

“Huh? Why.”

“Hey… I’m in a bit of a hurry right now, but…”

“What? No. You said you were in a hurry before. What are you in such a hurry, Ancestor?”

“That’s it… I’ve come to my senses for a while now… But if I don’t absorb life force quickly, I’ll be stupid again soon… Let’s fight later… Can we get some life force first?”

“Can’t you get life force?”

“That, yes…! Vitality… You can get it by killing a creature… High-ranking dead like us need vitality in order to function with reason. Without it… I’d be stupid.”

“Aha.”

I realized why this living corpse had been babbling stupidly all this time.

‘That’s why you kept messing with your life force during the fight earlier…’

First of all, this high-ranking dead man kept asking me if there was anyone I could kill, as if it would be over if I didn’t kill something right away to replenish my life force.

When I asked him why he didn’t want to be so stupid, he said that he still wants to explore this world a little more.

“Once then… You. Be my subordinate.”

“Boo, subordinate..?”

“Okay. Actually a slave. Anyway, if you become my subordinate, I will provide you with fresh vitality every day.”

To be honest, I didn’t have the confidence to submit to torture.

Maybe it’s because he’s already backwards, but even though his stomach was pierced earlier, his expression of helplessness was darker than his expression of pain…

In order to subdue such a guy, I would have to spend the whole day searching for the right torture method for the dead or finding something to intimidate.

“Uh…”

“Precisely, you have to be a subordinate close to a slave.”

“A subordinate who is close to a slave…”

“No, just die. I can’t help it. If you don’t want to live, then you have to go back to the underworld.”

“Um, that’s a bit…”

The guy is in trouble.

Will he be my subordinate and slave? Or will he die again and go to the underworld?

“The back line was.. It was huge.. If you go back.. It will come back.. It will take several months… Uhhh… Then you’ve already seen everyone who wants to have fun… I should enjoy it…”

Finally, the guy nodded his head, as if he had sorted out his thoughts.

“Good night..! I will become your subordinate!!”

“Here, here. Sign it.”

“Huh? Where is this…”

“Don’t talk nonsense, sign autographs first.”

I immediately handed over the ‘soul IOU’ that I had prepared in advance through Paimon.

To be honest, it is inefficient to try to capture, torture, and subdue the dead puppies who feel no pain and have lost their heads.

Rather than doing that, it’s easier and faster to just sign a contract neatly.

Ordinary people will succumb if they just dig until they search, but the way of the living hardly works for the dead.

‘They are overflowing with life, so I just need to throw in a few to eat roughly…’

There is also a fly monster who gives birth to 120 children every day on the black market. There are various Yijoks, so you can kill them to replenish your life force.

Or you can replenish your vitality with mushroom men, worthless slaves, or parasites.

For reference, to summarize the contents of the contract handed to the dead guy, A (B) instead of supplying one or more lifeforms to B (the dead guy) every day. E must be a subordinate who faithfully follows orders without betraying A. If you break the contract, your soul will be taken away by Paimon, the notary public of the contract.

Well, it was something like this. Paimon is my slave anyway, so even if I break the contract, my soul will not be taken away.

However, the moment this guy breaks the contract, his soul will be taken away, and Paimon and I will get a good quality soul.

A truly unfair contract. It’s a devil’s contract that only benefits me.

“Uh… I’ll get it right now.”

Nevertheless, he signed without even reading the terms and conditions, as if his vitality was urgent right away. Very nice

“Your name is… Remin?”

“No. It’s a lemming Lemmingkainen.”

“Aha. Then follow me, Lemming.”

I dragged the lemming into the black market.

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“Ah..!! Master!! Are you here!!”

“Ugh..!?”

When I entered the black market, Perpero greeted me. Then the lemmings who came in frightened and pulled out their daggers.

“It’s on our side. Put the dagger in.”

“Ugh…!”

“No… Master. The person next to him is… A zombie…?”

“It’s a zombie, but it’s a zombie that can talk.”

“Aha! That, that’s right..!”

An ironic situation where the zombies were surprised to see the Yi tribe, and the Yi tribe were surprised to see the talking zombie.

In my eyes, both of them are strange, not human cubs.

“Perpero, first of all, we need to feed this guy with life force. So bring the ones you can kill in moderation.”

“Lord, he deserves to be killed.. I see!!”

Soon, the fly, Perpero, flew away in a hurry.

“Huh.. Oh my God.. That there is such a thing..”

“Weren’t you there?”

“I’ve never seen it… Most of the people in the afterlife I was in were only humans.”

“Hoo…”

From what I’ve heard, not only Mugan Hell, but also the afterlife seemed to be a very wide place. Curiosity arises. So I wanted to hear more about lemmings… I was curious, but… I decided not to show it off.

If I’m even the slightest curious about a strange place, I’m always dragged into it, chewing, biting, tasting, and even going through hardships…

So you shouldn’t be curious in the first place. I don’t want to roll while exploring the afterlife.

Yes, this is my own version of crisis avoidance.

“Hey, here they are!!”

“Oh, well brought to you.”

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Perpero dragged three filthy-looking aliens.

The guys looked very sad about the current situation.

“Ugh…”

“We are not guilty of anything…”

“Oh, it’s unfair…”

“Shut up!!”

I had no intention of listening to the regrets of the Yi people, so I urged everyone to shut up.

He ignores the resentment of the same humans, but he doesn’t listen to the resentment of the shitty Yijok.

To me, the Yi tribe is nothing more or less than a good scapegoat to offer.

“Come on, Lemming. Kill these ignorant Yi tribes and steal their life force.”

“Uh…”

The lemming looked back and forth between the shivering Yi tribe and me, and then he nodded his head and blew the heads of the Yi tribe one by one.

“Huh… Great vitality… It feels like the quality is better than a human’s…”

“How is it. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, that’s right… No, that’s right. Great.”

Lemming, who had tasted the tenacity of the life force of the Yi people, suddenly spoke honorifics to me.

This guy seems like a guy with a bright eye for profit. This guy lasts quite a while. He’s like, say, Killian, who’s all alone but still alive.

“Then Lemming. You are the head of the department dedicated to the dead from today.”

“Yes…? What is that..? No, what are you doing?”

“I just need to go around and bring the dead like you.”

“If you’re a dead man like me…”

“Those who suffer from low vitality. I want you to do some work. If you come, sign a contract with me. I am the supply of life force.”

“That, that…”

“I’m sure there are some guys whose purpose isn’t to kill people. Or tourism. Actually, you came up just because you were bored.”

“That, that’s right… But will it work out…?”

“Uh. This is an unconditional business. Who can give the earth this quality of life force…”

It’s just me.

So move on, Lemming.

Bring in the high-ranking officials.

I’ll make you all drunk with life force.