The Great Kingdom of Zutros was so large it might as well have been an empire. It was only due to the Lich King’s insistence that the name wasn't changed.

After the hero burst his brains all over the throne room, he decided to maintain it for the sake of tradition. However, just about everything else he changed completely.

“Are we there yet?” Seth asked sarcastically. It was 30 minutes after take-off, and their bubble had yet to land.

“Let us miss, let us miss,” the mage kept mumbling for the last 10 minutes.

“Miss what? A mountain?” chuckled Chloe. Her eyes moved between the mage and the squirrel. Oh, how she wanted to steal the squirrel. “What’re you thinking about, little guy?” She bent down to his level.

“How you’re all going to die the most gruesome of deaths,” said Momo while gritting his teeth. ‘Why is it still at level 2?’ he wondered. ‘We’re not going to fall on a pillow, are we?’

Suddenly, their giant baseball hit something hard. Those inside it smashed into each other, into the barrier of wind surrounding them, and finally into the ground.

“What a ride,” chuckled Chloe under the protection of her epic grade gear. Unfortunately, the others weren’t quite so lucky. Seth and Momo escaped with concussions due to their small size, but one of Alastar’s legs was broken at the knee.

“By the Ripper, are you fellows ok?” asked a posh man in a posh suit. His style resembled the 1800s, especially the hat that adorned his white, bony head.

“Sup skeleton?” asked Seth while waiting for his headache to subside. “Want to fight?”

“Oh, you must be a boxer,” said the skeleton while tipping his hat.

Suddenly, the sound of an alarm was heard followed by the arrival of a floating police cruiser. It seemed to be powered with mana chrystals and driven by a zombie dressed in blue.

“Seth,” called Alastar who was so shocked he even forgot about his injury. “I think we’re in space… Or dead. Probably dead,” he mumbled while taking in the unusual sights.

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The ground all around them was paved with some kind of stone. There were tall stone buildings everywhere he looked. But weirdest of all, the hundreds of undead all around them, who he remembered as mindless monsters, were dressed and acted fancier than the king.

‘No, that’s a s**ty comparison,’ he thought. ‘Like the princess?’ Chloe had just grabbed one of the zombie’s hats while making another one disappear into her bracelet. ‘Definitely not.’

“Make way!” shouted the police zombie. “You four are under arrest for murder and destruction of public property.” He pointed towards a giant pile of rubble gathered between two buildings.

“I’d love to walk with you, guard man, but I’m currently indisposed,” said Alastar while showing him his leg. “Also, even if we’re responsible for that, you guys are already dead.”

The undead surrounding them all gasped in unison.

“Racism is a crime too, wise guy,” the officer noted in his notebook.

“Just because you’ve got flesh, it doesn’t make you better,” said a two headed ogre zombie in a fluttery dress. “At least we’re not insensitive brutes like you.”

“Well, why the hell not?” Seth growled while flying up to her level. “You’re f**king zombies. Act like it!”

The pixie was shocked. He came here to fight undead hordes and found the afterlife equivalent of a costume party.

“Listen to me everyone!” he flew even higher. “Who is the moron who thought of putting zombies in suits?”

“The king?” someone muttered.

“Aha,” Seth pointed towards him. “Tell me skeleton: What did you do to obtain those clothes?”

“Well, I have a job, and…”

“Why would you need a job!?” shouted Seth. “You’re a skeleton!”

“My, my family…”

“Your family’s dead!” Seth flew down and slapped the skeleton across the face. “You’re all dressed in suits, but your junk is either gone or nonfunctional. You don’t eat, sleep, or feel, so tell me: What is the point in all of this!?”

The undead looked at the pixie, then at themselves, and then back at the pixie.

“He’s right,” one of them muttered while taking off his fancy hat. “What’s the point in dressing nice with a face like mine?”

“What’s the point of raising baby zombies when they’re not even mine?” cried the ogre.

“Yea, this is Bulls**t,” said the officer while pulling out his gun. “I miss killing humans, don’t you?”

Like an unstoppable storm, Seth’s words spread through the crowd, then through the city, and eventually, through the entire kingdom. On that day, the sparks of rebellion had been lit.

As for Seth’s companions, Chloe clapped excitedly.

“Does he actually have a brain?” asked Alastar.

“Fight, fight, fight!” shouted Seth.

“Only when it suits his fantasies.” Momo shook his head. His master’s idiotic plans were of no concern to him. All that mattered was his death. And thankfully, it seemed to be close. “Hello hello, level three.”