After finishing my meal, I left the tavern.
The cold evening breeze brushed against my face as I walked through the quiet village streets.
My destination—
**Happy Home Inn.**
As soon as I entered, Lily noticed me immediately.
A bright smile appeared on her face.
"Welcome back!"
I smiled back slightly.
"You didn’t come for dinner today," she said while narrowing her eyes suspiciously at me.
Then she crossed her arms dramatically.
"...Did you find another inn?"
The way she said it almost sounded like I had cheated on her.
I shook my head helplessly.
"No. I just got delayed, so I ate some stored rations."
Lily puffed her cheeks slightly.
"Still, next time you should eat properly."
Then she smiled warmly.
"...Here. With us."
I paused for a second.
Something about the way she said those last words felt strangely intimate.
I simply nodded.
"I’ll keep that in mind."
After returning to my room, I collapsed onto the bed and instantly fell asleep like a log.
## Morning
I stood beside the window while quietly looking outside.
The atmosphere inside Westwatch Village had changed overnight.
Soldiers patrolled the streets constantly.
Large wagons filled with supplies entered the village one after another.
The tension in the air was becoming heavier.
I shook my head before opening my system window.
The moment I saw it, himys expression brightened.
### [HOST, YOU HAVE GAINED 1000P.]
### Remaining Balance: 1121P
I smiled faintly.
My undead army had worked efficiently through the night.
The sixteen undead wolves, led by Vargan, had hunted a massive number of monsters.
Even twenty F-Rank monsters had been killed.
Unfortunately, none of them were elites.
Still...
Vargan himself had already ranked up.
He is now an **F+ Elite Undead**.
I immediately checked my Death Realm.
The moment I looked inside, my smile widened even more.
Piles of monster corpses were stacked throughout the dark space.
Beside them—
Monster cores.
Hundreds of them.
I quickly counted everything.
### Monster Corpses:
* 960 F- Rank Monsters
* 40 F Rank Monsters
### Monster Cores:
* 960 F- Rank Cores
* 20 F+ Rank Cores
"Looks like sending them to the far west was the right choice."
I nodded in satisfaction.
After changing into the same outfit as yesterday, I headed downstairs.
Lily was currently wiping tables.
Since it was still early morning, most seats inside the inn remained empty.
"Lily, where I can take bath?"
I asked casually.
"Sure. Follow me."
I followed her behind the main building.
There stood a small wooden structure resembling a storage shed.
Inside it a simple bathing area with a large tub filled with warm water and a small basket placed nearby.
"Ten copper coins per bath," Lily said.
But before I could respond—
"Though..."
She suddenly leaned slightly closer with a mischievous smile.
"I can help scrub your back if you want."
I nearly tripped after hearing that.
"Hahaha!"
Lily burst into laughter after seeing my reaction.
"I’m joking."
She handed me a small herbal soap.
"You should relax a little. Use this—it smells really good."
After saying that, she waved her hand and walked away.
I sighed helplessly.
"...Women are terrifying."
I locked the door behind me and removed my clothes before stepping into the tub.
The warm water immediately relaxed I entire body.
I slowly leaned back.
"My first bath after coming to another world..."
For a brief moment—
My thoughts drifted back to Earth.
While I was in the middle of my bath, I suddenly felt something strange.
A call.
It felt as though someone was trying to reach me.
I immediately looked around.
But the room was silent.
Then hIe focused carefully.
A moment later, my expression changed.
"The undead...?"
The call was coming from one of my undead wolves.
I instantly activated **Ruler Eyes**.
My blue eyes turned completely black.
The next moment—
My vision switched.
My sight connected directly with Vargan.
What I saw instantly stunned me.
Thousands of goblins.
Hidden between the trees and bushes like a massive dark wave waiting to erupt.
The undead wolves were crouched nearby, silently observing them.
My eyes widened.
"What...?"
Why were so many goblins gathered together?
Then realization struck me.
"...Monster tide."
This was the monster tide the villagers were talking about.
Through Vargan’s senses, I carefully observed the goblin army.
Hundreds of stronger goblins stood among the horde.
At least two to three hundred F+ Rank goblins.
More than a thousand F Rank goblins.
And countless lower-ranked ones.
My expression darkened.
But just as I continued sensing their auras—
A sudden spike erupted.
Vargan’s instincts screamed in warning.
BOOM!!!
Vargan instantly jumped away.
The ground where he had been hiding exploded violently.
Two undead wolves nearby were torn apart instantly, their bodies scattering into pieces.
My pupils shrank.
"What?!"
Through Vargan’s eyes, I finally saw the attacker.
A goblin archer.
The creature stood atop a large stone while holding a dark green bow.
A cruel grin stretched across its ugly face, as if hunting wolves amused it greatly.
And the aura radiating from its body—
A genuine E Rank monster.
"Shit!"
I shouted immediately.
"RUN!!"
The undead wolves scattered in every direction.
But the goblin army reacted quickly.
Dozens of F+ goblin archers raised their bows.
And the E Rank goblin archer focused directly on Vargan.
Vargan’s instincts screamed again.
He dodged instantly.
But the arrow still grazed his back—
SLASH!
A deep cut line appeared across his body.
The wolves continued running desperately through the forest.
I immediately tried to command them to return through the portal.
But something was wrong.
They couldn’t return instantly.
They needed to stop, focus, and maintain the portal for nearly two seconds before entering.
My expression darkened.
"Two seconds... they’ll die."
Then I shouted another command.
"Separate and hide! Use trees, rocks, pits—anything! Open portals separately!"
At this point—
Out of sixteen undead wolves, Eight had already been destroyed.
And Vargan himself is heavily injured.
I clenched my fists tightly.
"That bastard..."
"I’ll burn him alive with my own lightning."
One by one, surviving undead wolves managed to open portals and escape.
But not all of them succeeded.
Two more wolves died while trying to return.
My face became colder.
Fortunately—
Vargan managed to dive into a deep pit while injured and finally opened a portal safely.
My vision returned to normal.
But they remained bloodshot.
My mind replayed the scene repeatedly.
The goblin archer smiling.
Laughing whenever one of my undead died.
My killing intent rose sharply.
"Damn it!"
BANG!
In anger, I punched downward.
The wooden bathtub instantly shattered apart.
Water exploded everywhere.
I froze.
"...Shit."
"Huff..."
I took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself.
Then I checked my undead slots.
### [Undead Slots: 7 / 100]
My expression darkened again.
"They’ll pay for this."
I clenched my fists tightly.
After calming himself completely, I finished cleaning up and changed my clothes.
When I entered the inn again, Lily looked toward me casually.
I coughed awkwardly.
"...Sorry, Lily. I accidentally destroyed the bathtub."
"How much do I owe you?"
Lily froze for a second.
Then she sighed helplessly.
"...100 copper coins."
"Okay."
I paid without complaint.
After eating breakfast at the inn, I left and headed toward the **Silver Route Guild**.
While walking through the village streets, I checked my system notifications.
### [HOST YOUR UNDEAD WOLF (F) HAS RETURNED TO DEATH]
### [HOST YOUR UNDEAD WOLF (F) HAS RETURNED TO DEATH]
### [HOST YOUR UNDEAD WOLF (F) HAS RETURNED TO DEATH]
The messages continued endlessly.
I silently stared at them.
Then I sighed.
"...Seems they’re gone for good."
After reaching the merchant building, I was taken directly to a VIP room.
The room was quiet and elegantly decorated, far more luxurious than anything a small village should possess.
I originally expected the same female receptionist from earlier.
But the person who entered this time was someone entirely different.
A woman.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, yet the calm aura surrounding her made her seem far more mature.
Her long silver-black hair flowed smoothly behind her, contrasting beautifully against her flawless pale skin. Sharp crimson eyes carried both elegance and intelligence, while her composed expression revealed confidence born from experience rather than arrogance.
She possessed a tall and graceful figure, with curves balanced perfectly beneath her fitted dark business attire. Her posture remained straight and refined, giving off the presence of someone who naturally stood above others in status. Every movement she made felt smooth and controlled, carrying an elegance that was difficult to ignore.
The silver-trimmed coat wrapped neatly around her slender waist, while the faint scent of lavender followed behind her.
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
This woman is not simple.
"My apologies for the wait," the woman said with a faint smile.
"I am Elena Veyr, acting branch master of the Silver Route Guild."
I was slightly surprised when she apologized so politely.
Fortunately, My black mask hid my expression completely.
*Did she personally come because I traded 100 F- Rank fire cores before?*
I remained calm beneath the mask.
"I have around a thousand monster bodies and cores to sell."
For the first time, Elena’s composed expression shifted slightly.
She was surprised.
Not because the amount itself was shocking—after all, the Silver Route Guild handled far larger trades on a continental scale.
But this was merely a small village branch.
Hardly anyone in Westwatch traded in such quantities.
Not even the village chief.
Yet the masked man standing before her spoke about a thousand monster materials as casually as discussing groceries.
Interesting.
Elena’s smile deepened slightly.
"Please follow me, Sir."
She led me toward the basement area beneath the guild.
The underground storage room was massive, clearly designed for bulk trading and monster material storage.
I glanced around briefly before opening my inventory.
One after another—
Monster corpses and cores began piling onto the ground.
The pile continued growing until even Elena’s assistants nearby looked stunned.
After a while, I finally stopped.
Elena calmly stepped forward.
Then her eyes flashed faintly.
I noticed it immediately.
*A skill?*
Within seconds, she completed the count.
"960 F- Rank monster bodies."
"960 F- Rank monster cores."
I nodded slightly.
I had intentionally kept the forty F Rank wolf corpses.
Those would soon become part of my undead army.
Most of the monster corpses were smaller creatures mixed together.
Goblin corpses, Wild beasts, Forest monsters.
But among them, wolf-type monsters were still the largest group.
Elena quickly calculated the value.
"Average body price will be set at twenty copper coins each."
"And ten copper coins per F- Rank core."
She spoke smoothly without hesitation.
"Total:19,200 copper coins for monster bodies."
"9,600 copper coins for monster cores."
"That equals 28,800 copper coins."
"Or 288 silver coins."
MY eyes brightened slightly behind the mask.
*Rich.*
Elena noticed my silence and smiled softly.
"Is there anything else you would like to trade, Sir?"
I answered without hesitation.
"Yes."