This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 75

Seeing his fellow tribespeople under attack, Lumière rushed forward like a mad dog.

In that moment, Matthew realized just how terrifying this guy's physical prowess was.

Lumière darted into the jungle at bullet-like speed, and with a swipe of his claw, he shredded the nearest member of the band of thieves.

Splat!

The man's neck was torn apart in an instant, and a gush of blood sprayed all over, splattering the nearby bushes.

"No! No! No!"

The thief stared wide-eyed, clutching his neck as he stumbled to the ground.

Lumière paid no attention to him and let out a low growl as he pounced on the others.

In the heat of battle, Lumière was a far cry from the polite, shy, and cheerful young man he usually was. It was as if he had caught the scent of blood, and the well-mannered boy had disappeared.

In his place was a true rainforest killing machine! He moved like a nimble cheetah and struck like a fierce tiger. With each move, he tore, bit, scratched, or slapped, and none of the band of thieves could withstand a single blow.

Twenty seconds later, the ground was covered in pools of blood, and the entire group of over twenty thieves had been wiped out.

Matthew watched, his scalp tingling, as Lumière raised his head from one of the corpses. The lower half of Lumière's face was smeared with blood. This scene was not only unsettling to Matthew but also to the other Jengo people.

"This guy might really become the king of the rainforest, or maybe even something greater!" Matthew thought, a sense of admiration creeping in despite the horror.

For a moment, he saw traces of Suya in Lumière. That wild, fierce killing style was not an act but a genuine desire for blood from the depths of Lumière's heart, and it was honed through rigorous training and hunting instincts.

Even more remarkably, after possessing the potential to become the king of the rainforest, Lumière maintained his friendly demeanor and curiosity about the outside world. Such qualities were rare in the conservative indigenous tribe.

On the battlefield, Lumière was now negotiating with his fellow tribespeople. Matthew chose not to approach them; he didn't want to trouble Lumière.

He shifted his gaze and noticed Bobo taking a bomb out of her backpack. He quickly pressed down on Bobo's helmet with all his strength.

"What are you doing?!"

Matthew noticed that his action caused the antennas on the sides of Bobo's helmet to stand upright, with faint red lights on top.

"Helping mediate the fight!" Bobo replied confidently. "I can't just mediate one side, can I? That wouldn't be fair!"

Matthew realized that Bobo probably didn't understand the word "tribespeople," so he quickly explained the relationship between Lumière and the Jengo people.

Bobo reluctantly put the bomb back in her backpack, adjusting the straps with annoyance. "Is that so? If I had known, I would have thrown a little brick earlier. Why are you two so fast, anyway?"

Matthew gently patted her head. "Can you please consult with me in advance next time you want to use a bomb? I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat, and sudden loud noises terrify me."

Bobo rolled her eyes impatiently. "You talk too much!"

However, the bulbs on both sides of her antennas suddenly transformed from red lights into occasional blue flashes.

After a while, Matthew heard her whisper softly, "I get it, you scaredy-cat."

A few moments later, the Jengo people withdrew, and Lumière returned to explain the situation.

"Just now, that group called themselves the Wind Thieves, and they have some connection with one of the two groups near the lake, but it's not exactly the same. My fellow tribespeople encountered them accidentally during their daily hunting. They seemed to be searching for something, and the two sides started fighting right away. Luckily, I arrived in time, but the thieves had the numerical advantage. My tribe might not have won."

Matthew nodded.

Bobo chimed in, "The ones who died at your hands were the Wind Thieves, while the ones who died at the lakeside were the Sand Thieves and the Cult of Calamity. The Wind and Sand Thieves were originally part of the same group, but recently, they had an internal dispute and have been betraying each other."

Lumière looked surprised. "That's quite unusual. I'm not interested in their internal conflicts, but I'm concerned about why they are in the rainforest. This place is extremely dangerous for them. Without significant benefits, these people wouldn't take such risks."

He turned to Matthew with a hint of apology. "I'm afraid I need to return to my tribe to assess the situation. The sudden appearance of so many outsiders in the rainforest doesn't sit right with me."

Matthew agreed and said, "Your analysis is correct. Don't worry about us. You should go ahead."

Lumière was resolute, bidding farewell to the two of them before disappearing into the depths of the jungle.

As Matthew looked around, he, too, sensed something unusual about the rainforest.

If, previously, most of Matthew's attention had been drawn to the Balance Envoy, now he was beginning to realize that the extent of this anomaly might well exceed his initial estimations.

Since entering the rainforest, he hadn't seen a single flying squirrel!

Lumière was impossible to replace as Suya's informant because he wasn't the Guardian of the Rainforest.

All the signs indicated that Suya wasn't concerned with Matthew right now.

So, what was Suya up to?

It couldn't be that simple.

Matthew attempted to communicate with the Black Banyan Dreamland, given that he had gained recognition. As long as he was in the rainforest area, he should have been able to easily enter the Black Banyan Dreamland.

However, this time, he hit a brick wall!

"Hint: Due to unknown interference, you are temporarily unable to enter the Black Banyan Dreamland!"

Matthew's heart sank.

If Suya were merely playing a cat-and-mouse game, that would be one thing, but if there were something significant happening in the rainforest that necessitated closing the Black Banyan Dreamland, then it was dangerous.

Matthew didn't have a particularly favorable impression of Suya.

But she was, after all, a legitimate Guardian of Nature, and her attitude toward herself had been acceptable.

He would have been pleased for Suya to control this rainforest.

However, if someone else wanted to meddle...

Matthew had to consider whether to intervene.

At the moment, he couldn't be entirely certain that something was amiss in the rainforest.

"Let's wait for Lumière to come back; he should be able to figure out what's going on."

Matthew focused his attention on the zombie lady in the reeds.

Since taking on the role of the Balance Envoy, he had found he could distinguish the gender of the undead quite easily through observation.

For instance, Ah Bing had indeed been male.

And, for example, these two zombies were both female, not because of any remaining secondary sexual characteristics but because Matthew could sense the fat distribution on their bodies and a series of other details quite accurately.

After a casual look, Matthew found a clear spot to sit down, waiting in silence for nightfall.

Bobo happily skipped over to him. She stood behind him, conjured two folding stools from her backpack, and sat on one, signaling for Matthew to take the other.

This made Matthew very touched.

He sat down, feeling a warm sensation on his buttocks.

"Hey, it even has a heating function. If it were winter, it would be so comfortable."

He stretched lazily and praised it.

Bobo grinned, and the lightbulb on her head emitted a soft yellow glow.

Matthew reminded her, "In a while, I'll be conducting a ceremony called the Night of the Dead Spirits, which serves as a stepping stone for me to advance as an advanced necromancer. There may be many unfamiliar undead appearing. Do you want to avoid it?"

Bobo immediately shook her head vigorously, like a tambourine being shaken. "I've never seen a necromancer advance before. Although just imagining it is pretty disgusting, I still want to witness how disgusting it can be."

Matthew didn't mind and simply smiled. "Actually, once you've seen a lot of it, it won't seem as disgusting. By the way, why did you leave Cyberdragon?"

Bobo happily replied, "Someone finally asked me that question! I initially left Cyberdragon to find a book called 'Mechanics, Fire Dragons, and Titans.' It's a remarkable work left behind by a legendary mechanist.

It's said that finding this book will open up a unique path for mechanists. In Cyberdragon, I was just an inconspicuous little craftsman, and my inventions were considered laughable and not worth mentioning by other mechanists.

Whenever the Chief gave me assignments, they were always the easiest and most straightforward ones.

Moreover, Cyberdragon has very strict controls over mechanists, even the annual quota for making bombs is restricted. I just couldn't stand it anymore!

Later, I heard that if you could find 'Mechanics, Fire Dragons, and Titans,' you could make bombs in Cyberdragon without any restrictions. So, I sneaked into the sewers and left there.

I had originally intended to find this book directly but discovered I had no clues at all."

Luckily, before I became a mechanist, I was a member of the "Huo Sisters' Society." The purpose of this organization is to help women in distress overcome difficulties and live life to the fullest.

In fact, I was able to enter Cyberdragon and become a mechanist thanks to the recommendation from the "Huo Sisters' Society."

So, after leaving Cyberdragon, I also wanted to find them and seek their help.

But when I returned to the headquarters, I found that the Sisters' Society had moved away, leaving no hints behind.

I could only try to find them based on some scattered clues.

Then, in Corodo City, I met Lily. She claimed to be an associate member of the Sisters' Society, and I fell for it.

Actually, she wasn't at all, just someone who had once come into contact with the Sisters' Society."

She said all of this in one breath.

Bobo had a somewhat puzzled look in her eyes.

"So now, I don't know where to go next. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Seeing her like this, Matthew guessed that Bobo probably didn't have many relatives left in this world. So he asked gently,

"So, is your dream to find that book?"

Bobo shook her head, her eyes filled with determination.

"My dream is to become the most powerful mechanist in the world, to control a super titan beast that can cover the sky and the sea, and then infuse my magic power into the Skyhaven Palace to see if it will explode!"

Explode the Skyhaven Palace?

Matthew's mouth twitched.

"That's quite a creative idea."

Bobo chuckled.

"Do you think so too? A saint once said that the purpose of a mechanist is to make the gods tremble. I think she's right. So, that became my motto."

Matthew was curious.

"Which saint said that?"

Bobo blushed, and the orange light on her forehead flashed.

"I won't tell you."

Matthew chuckled and thought that if she really managed to blow up the Skyhaven Palace, calling her "Saint Bobo" wouldn't be out of the question.

The two of them continued to chat.

Bobo seemed like the type who appeared cold at first but became incredibly talkative once you got to know her. She chattered away with Matthew.

Through her, Matthew gradually learned some gossip about Cyberdragon, the legendary city built high in the sky.

However, as time passed, Matthew's responses became somewhat perfunctory.

Bobo didn't notice at first but eventually realized.

"What's wrong, Matthew? Are you tired? Did I talk too much?"

Matthew smiled, shook his head, and pointed to the sky.

"It's getting dark."

...

"Hint: You've lit the 'Incense Burner of the Deceased (High Imitation),' and your advancement ritual: Night of the Dead Spirits has begun!"

...

On the open ground.

A faint aroma wafted from a small incense burner.

Matthew sat on a small stool, and in front of him was a large pile of items laid out like a stall:

Lucky rabbit's feet, cursed monkey paws, bat teeth, wild boar umbilical cords, goat placentas, buffalo horns, human gallstones, little imp eyeballs...

The incense burner was fueled by a mixture of rhinoceros horn, ghoul liver fat, and a small amount of butter.

This concoction made the living feel drowsy and allowed the undead to remain conscious. Some of the undead could even temporarily regain the intelligence and memories from when they were alive.

It attracted nearby undead to participate in this celebration of the dead.

Matthew sat there, a sprig of mint leaves in his mouth, a handful of chili peppers in his left hand, ready to use physical means to keep himself alert.

Fortunately, he had strong willpower, and the incense burner's influence on him was minimal.

The chili peppers were probably unnecessary.

Soon, some undead were drawn to the area, with the first to arrive being the two zombie ladies who had been trapped in the reeds.

They were attracted by the incense, and they struggled to climb out of the mud pit, approaching Matthew.

Matthew silently put on an equipment similar to a boxing glove on his right hand, and on the ground, there was a short stick and a pole.

During the Night of the Dead Spirits ritual, he couldn't use spells or supernatural abilities. He could only rely on his words or physical means to make friendly contact with the undead.

Even though Matthew considered himself charming, he couldn't rule out the possibility of some undead bearing ill intentions toward him.

The boxing glove, short stick, and pole were prepared for them.

Matthew couldn't harm them; he could only push them away. Perhaps, this was the most challenging aspect of the Night of the Dead Spirits ritual.

With a slightly nervous expression, Matthew watched as the zombie ladies approached.

A faint, unpleasant odor wafted through the air.

Matthew was highly focused, as this was the first time he had such close contact with the undead, which he didn't control. This sensation reminded him of the first time he had encountered the undead.

Perhaps, ordinary people felt this way when they saw the undead: fear, desolation, and a sense of losing control. These labels piled up, making it truly hard not to panic.

The incense burned slowly, and two more zombies and a skeleton found their way here.

They stood in a row in front of Matthew's stall, as if they were all examining the items on the ground.

"Is there anything you like?" Matthew said calmly. "Each of you can pick one item, but only one."

The two zombie ladies chose the lucky rabbit's foot and the boar's umbilical cord.

The skeleton vacantly picked up the goat placenta.

The remaining two zombies - one grabbed an imp's eyeball and made a run for it, while the other suddenly pounced in front of Matthew. Its decaying hands firmly gripped Matthew's shoulders, its rotten eyeballs were almost touching Matthew's face—yellow teeth, oozing mouth, a foul smell, all these made Matthew involuntarily bristle.

"I want to pick you! Hehehe!"

The zombie drooled and was about to kiss Matthew.

"Matthew, run! I'll help you blast him!"

Beside him, Bobo had already raised the glowing red brick in her hand, full of rage.

Matthew quickly turned and stopped her.

"No!"

Bobo stared at him incredulously.

"So you'd rather let him kiss you?"

Matthew didn't have time to explain; he quickly delivered a right hook to the zombie's chin.

However, the zombie's head was as heavy as lead, and Matthew's punch only made it tilt slightly.

Matthew hurriedly picked up a short stick from the ground and propped it against the zombie's belly, maintaining some distance.

However, the zombie was incredibly strong, and Matthew soon couldn't hold on. When the zombie pushed its belly, Matthew almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Hehehe! You said we could choose freely!"

The zombie tossed the short stick aside and grinned, then pounced again.

Matthew saw the situation and shouted to the other undead who had taken his items,

"This guy is tarnishing the reputation of you undead! Are you just going to stand by and watch him cause trouble?"

The other undead hesitated for a moment, as if pondering what "the reputation of the undead" meant.

But soon, the first two zombie ladies came forward and grabbed the perverted zombie by the neck.

They worked together to drag the perverted zombie outside.

Matthew wiped his sweat.

Fortunately, some undead were willing to help; otherwise, he would probably have to play hide and seek with that perverted zombie all night.

But at this moment, Matthew's heart suddenly tightened.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a massive figure slowly approaching from the depths of the swamp.

At that moment, Matthew's nerves tightened to the extreme.

Because...

It was a Loathsome!

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