As Zealot relaxed in the hot bath, the steam curling around him, he decided to open the random skill. The anticipation built up as the hologram screen displayed the familiar prompt:

[Would you like to open the random skill now?]

With a smirk, Zealot reached out and tapped the "Yes" button. Instantly, the hologram screen began to flash, cycling through a series of potential skills. After a moment, the flashing stopped, and the reward was revealed:

[You have acquired a random Legendary skill!]

[New Passive-Skill Unlocked: Infinite Regeneration]

[Infinite Regeneration: You can regenerate from any wound, regardless of its severity, but the process is slow and agonizing. Each instance of regeneration drains energy and mana, and excessive use may eventually cause you to lose consciousness. Despite the intense pain, this suffering enables you to push both your physical body and mental state to the limits. Over time, this relentless healing enhances your power, turning your suffering into strength.]

A wicked grin spread across Zealot’s face as he pondered the implications of his new ability. “A passive skill this time, huh?” he murmured, his mind racing with possibilities. He envisioned the immense strategic advantages of a power that could heal any wound, no matter how severe, without pause.

‘Not only can I avoid permanent injury and recover from any wound, but I’ll also grow stronger with each battle I endure. This relentless regeneration could shift the balance in any fight and make me virtually unstoppable,’ he thought with a thrill. ‘Damn, this might actually be the most overpowered skill I’ve obtained so far—Minion Berserk doesn’t even come close to it.’

Just then, the door to the bathroom creaked open slightly, and a knock echoed from the other side. “Zealot, you in there?” Sasha’s voice called through the door.

“Yeah, just give me a moment. I’ll be ready in five minutes,” Zealot replied without hesitation.

"Alright, hurry up. I'll be waiting for you outside," Sasha said as she left. However, instead of going far, she merely exited the bathroom and headed to Zealot's mega bed, where she sat down and waited.

Each bedroom in the grand castle was immense, rivaling the size of a large house. They boasted expansive balconies, cozy living rooms, fully equipped kitchens, and elegant dining areas. In essence, they resembled the luxurious accommodations of a five-star hotel, offering opulent and multifaceted living spaces.

Five minutes later…

Zealot tapped the hologram screen to close it, then rose from the bathtub. Water streamed down his body as he reached for a nearby towel, the fabric absorbing the droplets with a satisfying rustle. With a few quick, deliberate motions, he dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he was half-naked, his upper body exposed and only the towel covering his lower half.

As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Sasha sitting on his massive bed, waiting for him. For a moment, Sasha’s cheek flushed at the sight of Zealot’s well-defined six-pack abs. However, her blush of admiration quickly faded as she recalled the betrayal, and her anger flared up once more, concealed beneath a calm exterior.

“Sasha, I’m about to change. Could you please leave and wait for me outside?” Zealot asked politely, his voice carrying a hint of discomfort. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling uneasy about changing his clothes with Sasha present in the room.

Sasha nodded, understanding his unease. "Of course," she replied, offering a reassuring smile before turning to leave. "Then I'll be waiting right outside." With that, she quietly stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As Sasha stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her, she leaned against the wall, her thoughts racing. The sight of Zealot's well-defined six-pack muscles had stirred something within her, a mixture of admiration, attraction, and frustration. She shook her head, trying to refocus on the tasks ahead.

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A short while later, Zealot, now fully dressed, stepped out of his room. With a purposeful stride, he joined Sasha, and together they prepared to leave Zealot City. Their destination was the neighboring “Kingdom of Ares.” This kingdom, much like Zealot Kingdom, was known for its demon inhabitants.

Although Master Drelak had granted them a week to rest, Sasha insisted on leaving early and completing the task as soon as possible. She believed it was safer to finish sooner rather than waiting until the last minute. After all, time was precious; there was a strict deadline for their task, and failing to meet it could result in severe punishment from Master Drelak.

Not long after their departure, they exited Zealot City and entered a lush, expansive forest. With the vast city behind them, their path now lay westward, as Ares Kingdom was positioned on the western side of Zealot Kingdom.

As they ventured into the verdant ancient forest, their path stretched out before them, promising both challenge and opportunity. Their plan was not only to travel to Ares Kingdom but also to make the most of their journey by raiding various dungeons along the way. Each dungeon presented an opportunity to gather valuable resources and accumulate gold.

The journey to the Ares Kingdom was expected to take several months on foot. Although traveling at full speed could shorten their arrival time, they had no intention of rushing it. Instead, they planned to take their time by raiding numerous dungeons to gather enough gold first before reaching the Ares Kingdom.

Initially, Master Drelak had set a tight deadline of just one month for them to bring back at least 100,000 slaves. The task was daunting, and the pressure was immense. However, Drelak's mood had recently improved, and in a rare display of leniency, he decided to extend the deadline. Now, Sasha and Zealot had three months to accomplish their task. This extension was both a relief and a challenge, giving them more time but also raising expectations for their success.

Two months later…

[Leveled Up!]

[Leveled Up!]

[Leveled Up!]

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[Level: 100 >> 106]

[Skeleton's Progression: 31% >> 63%]

After raiding several hundred dungeons, they had amassed a substantial total of approximately 114,400 gold. The cost of each slave varied significantly, ranging from 1 to 10,000 gold, depending on their rank and skills. To maximize their purchasing power, they aimed to buy the least expensive slaves available. With their current total of 114,400 gold, they could afford up to 114,400 slaves—a staggering number that would undoubtedly be more than enough to satisfy Master Drelak's demands.

With only one month remaining, they had to hasten their journey to the Ares Kingdom to purchase the slaves. The less expensive slaves were often criminals, afflicted with illness, or generally weak, presenting a substantial challenge in terms of managing and keeping them alive. Master Drelak’s goal was not only to expand his skeleton army but also to absorb the life force of these slaves, thereby enhancing his own power and leveling up.

A week later…

They finally arrived outside the colossal entrance gate of Azurion City, the grand capital city of the Ares Kingdom. The city stretched far and wide, a sprawling metropolis that dwarfed Zealot City, being at least five times larger. The sheer scale of Azurion City was awe-inspiring, with towering structures that reached towards the heavens and streets teeming with activity. The population of demons here was immense, adding to the city's vibrant and dynamic atmosphere. In short, Azurion City was a place full of life, bustling with energy and a constant hum of activity that never seemed to fade.

“Woah, so this is Azurion City, huh?” Zealot remarked, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the enormous city walls and the colossal entrance gate looming before him.

Meanwhile, Sasha, having visited Azurion City countless times before, remained unfazed. To her, it was just another city she was familiar with. “Looks like just another city to me. Let’s not waste time.”

With that, they made their way to the grand entrance gate of Azurion City, joining the line of other adventurers waiting to enter Azurion City. Sasha, who possessed an identification card, passed through the gate effortlessly. In contrast, Zealot had to face a different situation; he was required to pay a fee of one gold coin to gain access to the city. The bustling atmosphere at the grand entrance, with its myriad of travelers and vendors, underscored the city’s immense popularity and the importance of its regulations.

Upon entering Azurion City, they immediately set off toward the massive slave market area. As they navigated the bustling streets, they were surrounded by towering structures, the echoes of merchants' calls, and the vibrant energy of the capital city. The market, a sprawling expanse that seemed to stretch endlessly, loomed ahead, filled with the sounds and sights of countless transactions.

Having been mostly alone since arriving in this world, Zealot was struck by the sheer number of people in the bustling, densely populated market. The vibrant atmosphere and the crowd's energy lifted his spirits, offering a welcome change from his solitude.

‘It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen so many people,’ Zealot mused. ‘Although I do prefer the countryside, this liveliness isn’t too bad either.’