Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 34.1: Crazy Undead

It was 3:30 p.m. on Earth, but it was six in the early morning in-game. The original leader of the Sacred Crows bandit gang, "Razor" Hal Maxwell, emerged from his tent and surveyed his surroundings expressionlessly.

The designated construction site for the Adventurer's Guild had transformed from an abandoned block into a bustling construction site. The guild's hall, still under construction, was surrounded by iron pipes and a net made of an unknown material (it was actually just scaffolding). Half-meter-deep foundations had also been dug out for the living area meant for job instructors.

Given the enthusiasm these eerie undead had for "work," Hal reckoned that he might be able to move out of his cramped tent in another half month or so.

However, he didn't feel the least bit happy about such a thing.

On the contrary, as construction progressed, Hal's heart got colder. He was in his thirties and had no intention of sacrificing his whole life in this godforsaken wasteland, surrounded by a bunch of skeletons, zombies, and an evil black mage!

A few skeletons with strange squarish characters floating above their heads passed by, and one of them glanced at Hal who was standing before his tent.

Hal remained motionless, his hand slowly inching toward the hilt of his trusty longsword.

The player lowered his head, glanced at the game time displayed by the system, and, realizing it was not yet time to disturb Hal, continued to chat with his companions as they walked away.

A disappointed Hal released his grip on the sword hilt…

These strange undead were indeed becoming smarter, making it increasingly difficult for him to find "legitimate" opportunities to strike them down.

Sighing, Hal picked up some breakfast ingredients and headed to Tuttle's tent.

Tuttle Joe, who was born into a good family, was the most meticulous among them when it came to the finer details of life. With the same ingredients, Tuttle always managed to create more delicious dishes than anyone else. It had become a habit for Hal and the treasure ex

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