Inside the police station in the city of Plada, the chief of police was nervously looking into his chrystal ball. On the other end was just a simple skeleton, but who he represented was no joke.

“Our sources say the rebels have split into teams of 10 and are going to every city in order to infect the population.”

“They have a virus?” the police chief shuddered.

“No, just propaganda. But, it’s super convincing.”

“Huh?”

“Basically, they want things to return to the old ways without all of this clothing, jobs, and rules bulls**t.”

“Really?” Though his voice gave him away, the police chief tried to keep a straight face. It wasn’t hard, since he was missing most of it.

“Yes, it’s pretty cool, but they’ll get executed for it. Anyway, find them, kill them. You know the drill.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The image disappeared. Left alone, the police chief crossed his arms.

‘That sounds awesome,’ he thought. ‘Too bad I have to arrest them. But, I can’t be blamed if I’m a bit late, can I? After all, we are so busy…’ He looked out the window at the hurried undead walking to and from their jobs. “Busy with nothing,” the police chief scoffed.

Despite knowing of the rebels’ plans and intervening swiftly, the revolution spread like wildfire. More and more cities were burned to the ground, and more and more of the Nightwalker’s troops died mysteriously. In less than a month, his ground army had lost half of its members.

“Squirrel, what have you not told me?” The Nightwalker shook Momo’s cage before shoving one of his pointy fingers inside it.

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“I've said everything. Honest!” Momo avoided the finger, but the stench coming out of it made him want to cut off his nose. “Seth’s probably using the princess’ bracelet to assassinate your troops. As for the rebellion… Your people are morons, I mean slightly naive.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“They’re lovely, loyal undead,” mumbled the squirrel.

“Nijaz!” yelled the Nightwalker. “Go down. Find the enemies and kill them.”

“Lovely,” smirked the lich.

As the army’s general, the Nightwalker couldn’t just abandon his post on a whim. He couldn’t split the army now that the rebellion had advanced either.

‘Checkmate,' Seth grinned while slicing off the head of the fourth battalion commander. He was a powerful death knight with a level likely in the three hundreds.

“What’s you level?” asked Alastar in a slightly worried tone.

“343,” Seth answered casually.

“…How? Mine's only 120.”

“Yea,” Chloe complained. “I’m 112.”

“Worry not, my princess,” said Seth while grabbing her by the waist. “No matter what happens, I’ll protect you. Also, do you have another potion?” he asked.

Seeing the girl happily hand over her supply made Alastar’s stomach churn. ‘He’s playing us like a bunch of morons.’

“My Liege, I’ve killed another platoon commander,” their new skeleton comrade reported with glee.

“Great job, Jeremy,” Seth tapped his shoulder. “What is your level?”

“312, General. Your advice did wonders.”

“Excellent. Now, do you see that bird?” Seth pointed towards the sky.

“What bird?”

One eyesocket looked at the sky. The other rapidly dropped towards the ground.

Seth had sliced the posh skeleton in two. His life energy poured out like a fountain only to be absorbed by the warrior’s core.

‘Cultivation rules,’ Seth chuckled.

“What was that for!?” shouted Alastar.

“Preparation... For that.” The warrior once again pointed towards the sky, but the mage was too scared to take his eyes off him.

Suddenly, a dark presence crashed into the ground sending shivers through everyone’s spines.

“Oh?” The lich raised an eyebrow upon seeing their group. “You weren’t hard to find at all.”

Nijaz giggled while Seth yawned.

“It’s not like we were hiding,” he lied without a care. “But, before we begin… Do you see that bird behind your back?”

Nijaz’s eyes flinched. Seth’s sword pierced through his chest.

“You can’t kill a lich with a sword,” the undead smirked.

“I know,” Seth grinned.

While the warrior twisted his blade and the lich grabbed his neck, both opponents started laughing like madmen. As for the undead army…

“Why is the first commander talking to himself?” asked a zombie.

“Don’t worry,” said his captain. “I’ll call the insane asylum to come pick him up.”