Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 275: Mistake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1228- Foreign Race
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Gentle Snow After Story 1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1227- Died in battle
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 341 - Turns Out The Wind God Prefers Simplicity
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.1: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 274: Show Starts
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 353: What is Gao Ming's Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1226- Deal if you agree
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1225- Urge to bite him
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 340 - All Monsters Cleared; Dungeon Upgraded
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 37.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.2: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 352: July 14
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 273: Prop
“You must be kidding with me! What I want is skeleton soldiers, so why are you giving me professional dancing skeleton pallbearers here?!”
On the training field, a deeply frustrated black-haired boy stared agape at the skeleton pallbearers, who were dancing with the coffin while making their way over to the wooden pole, and he suddenly felt that he had been scammed.
It’s 2500 Affection Points, a hulking 2500! Did I really spend so much money just to buy this? What in the world do I need this for? For my own funeral procession?
Roel clutched his chest, which was hurting so badly that he felt like he was having a heart attack. Then, he snapped out of it and attempted to make one final struggle.
“Stop right there for a moment!”
…
Ten minutes later.
Roel lay down on the grass field as he stared at the blue sky and white clouds above him with the eyes of a dead fish. The six skeleton pallbearers were currently kneeled by the side of the black coffin, as if waiting to carry him out.
After a series of trials and errors, Roel finally understood something… these skeleton pallbearers couldn’t be used for battle at all!
He could call these skeleton pallbearers out separately, but despite their lively movements with the coffin, as soon as they were 2 meters away from the coffin, they suddenly became as weak as a newborn chick. Even the tier F- Roel was able to fight them to a draw!
One must know that Roel was a 9-year-old kid whose proficiency in magic paled in comparison to his fellow Magician Apprentices. Since each skeleton pallbearer was equivalent to Roel in terms of strength, it would mean that the total fighting prowess of the Skeleton Pallbearer Army was a pathetic 6 Roels!
Or to put it in simpler terms, it was useless.
While this world did operate by the adage that there was no useless occupation, there was still a significant disparity in the strengths of individuals. Based on the evaluation standards of the System, adult men without any exceptional skills were F-rank; magicians which had undergone formal militia tra
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