Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

Soon after, Dean McKenzie’s expression changed drastically.

Because as he landed, his Meditation was immediately activated, his Spiritual Power spreading out across the area. Through this extension of his power, Dean clearly sensed that the lifeforce of everyone in the mine was rapidly withering away.

In less than a minute after his landing, hundreds of people around him had

died.

This sudden occurrence broke Dean’s concentration abruptly!

“What’s going on? Has a Fallen Professional invaded?

Without a moment’s delay, Dean let Old Four out, opening a small entrance in the Gate of Bone to restore his Guardian Shield, and then rushed towards the mine.

Upon arriving at the mine, Dean took notice.

At this time it was night, and the vast majority of miners were sleeping.

When Dean reached one of the deceased miners his senses had detected, he saw a worker who had died in his sleep, his face twisted in fear and despair.

Dean quickly used his Appraisal Skill to evaluate him.

Name: Corpse

Description: He died in his sleep, his final moments filled with the most profound terror and despair. His emotions upon death became a small piece in someone else’s Promotion Quest.

PS: Danger. You are being watched!

Witnessing this attribute made Dean’s already stern face even more sullen. From the simple description given by this attribute, Dean had already roughly guessed the truth.

“It seems like my initial guess was correct; from the very beginning, this job

was nothing but a trap.”

“This mine is just a slaughterhouse set up by some professional for their promotion quest!”

As he came to this conclusion, Dean found his mood bleak.

He felt regret over his momentary carelessness, which had put his comrades from the Bloody Church back into danger.

This was something Dean found utterly unacceptable.

“I must stop this person. I cannot let them harm these people!

“Old Four, find him now!”

As Dean gave orders to Old Four, he sprinted with all his might, intending to rescue the people in the mine before the perpetrator acted again.

However, no matter how much Dean accelerated his pace, he was never able to keep up with the other’s killing speed.

The adversary was always just a tad faster than Dean.

Every time Dean was about to reach a person, they would die right in front of him.

After consecutive instances like these, Dean realized that he wasn’t just a little behind the adversary – his speed had been completely outmatched from the get-go.

The enemy was toying with him, giving him hope and then snatching it away ruthlessly, as if playing a cruel game of cat and mouse.

“Very well, you are doing great!”

Upon this realization, Dean stopped in his tracks, looking up at the sky, “I may not know where you are hiding, but I swear, I will kill you. I promise you, I will kill you!”

With a roar, Dean spread his arms wide, and the Gate of Bone at his back flung open fully.

Bone skeletons surged out from within.

Obviously, Dean had started to take things seriously and was exerting his full strength.

However, the moment Dean began using his Guardian Shield and tried to unleash all of his bone skeletons, he realized something.

Almost simultaneously, every living being within Dean’s spiritual senses died. The adversary was toying with him, laughing at his vain attempts to fight, before casually wiping out nearly everything in the vicinity, leaving only Dean and his skeletons untouched.

At that very moment, a giant face appeared in the sky above Dean.

“Well, boy, how do you like this response?”

Over on Dean’s side, he seemed not to recover from the shock of the surrounding deaths. Staring at the face appearing overhead, his response was slow and silent.

The face above appeared to be very unsatisfied with Dean’s reaction and said, “Don’t be so numb. I didn’t completely wipe out everyone. After all, I left a few for you!”

As the other party spoke, dozens of figures appeared above Dean McKenzie’s head.

At a glance, Dean recognized them. They were all people he had previously saved from the Bloody Church.

Among them was Finch Olmedo.

“Kid, their memories have been thoroughly erased, but some traces still linger in their bodies, in their souls.

These traces not hard to find, they must have suffered a lot.

They were probably captured by cannibalistic churches or brutal organizations like the Bloody Church before you saved them.

I must say you did an excellent job!”

The other party’s tone was filled with sincere admiration.

But Dean did not care if the other was genuinely appreciative or mocking, all he wanted to do was to locate that guy, save the people, and kill him!

Upon seeing those dozens of people, Dean had already figured out where they were from their surroundings and immediately rushed to that location.

The man watched Dean’s actions, but did not try to stop him, he just laughed and watched Dean struggle.

It seemed to him that watching Dean struggle was an amusing sight.

So he let Dean continue struggling and said, “Because you saved them, pulled them out of darkness into light, their souls undergone a transformation, and you brought them here.

They found their dreams, their future, and their hope here.

Their souls experienced a second transformation, the soul after the second transformation made them the most beautiful part of my canvas today.

Especially this guy!”

As he spoke, Finch Olmedo was brought forth.

The moment he saw Finch, Dean involuntarily stopped.

At the same time, the voice from above resounded again: “This young lad is exceptional, a heart that always remains bright, full of hope for his future, a soul exceptionally pure.

He is a good child.

If it weren’t for him, my painting today would be at most ordinary, but with him, I have a premonition that once I finish this painting, I will at least be able to obtain a reward for a [Difficult] trial mission!

I am somewhat impatient and want to kill him now!”

Seeing Finch being brought out, Dean seemed unable to bear it anymore. He stopped in his tracks, looked up at the sky, his face extraordinarily calm at that moment: “I really don’t understand why you can have no qualms about paving your future with the lives of your brethren?

“What did you say?”

The man above was taken aback by Dean’s words.

“I thought you were stopping to say something, but turns out you asked such an uninteresting question?

Why can I comfortably step on the lives of my brethren to advance?

How novel! Why can’t I?

Aren’t people this cruel of beings?

Isn’t this world like this?

The survival of the fittest, they as the weak, becoming the stepping stone for my advancement as the strong, is their honor!”

Listening to the man’s words, Dean’s eyes became murky and lost: “Is it?

Are people like this?

Is the world like this?

Should the weak be food for the strong?”

Looking at Dean who seemed to have been mentally broken by him, the man above grinned: “Yes, this is exactly what the world is like!”

As soon as his words came out, the lost look on Dean’s face quickly vanished. He nodded firmly: “If you believe the world should be this way, let’s play by your worldview.

Then according to your worldview, the weak should be food for the strong! While speaking, Dean suddenly raised his head: “In that case, you should be prepared to be devoured by somebody even stronger, right?