Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1352 - 138: The Master’s Transformation

Chapter 1352: Chapter 138: The Master’s Transformation

Living in this unfamiliar Realm of the Dead, unexpected news always followed one after another, frequently leaving the girls with no time to recover from the surprise of the last piece before they had to face the next one. Since hearing the Ghost Mukk introduce this world, knowing that the World of the Dead also had villages, towns, and cities, and even the existence of managers like village chiefs, it was predictable that there would be positions like town mayors and city lords. However, the significance of a king was different—if there was no king, then these villages, towns, and cities would simply be a loose Federation, where everyone could freely build their homelands and cooperate with each other without any subordinate relationship. But once a king appeared, it meant the living places of the Undead were no longer a loose Federation but a united front; everyone was under the king’s control, at least nominally.

Before this, everyone had always believed that these lazy and good-natured Undead existed in the form of a loose Federation because these Undead, who could survive a long time even if abandoned in the wilderness, were not threatened by death in any environment. The upper levels couldn’t exert effective deterrence over the lower levels, nor make the populace feel dependent, thus making it difficult to establish a monarchical system. To imagine that these Undead were able to establish a monarchy amidst various hardships was incredibly difficult.

"I should have thought of this earlier," Pannis said with a wry smile, shaking his head. "I should’ve been mentally prepared when Mukk mentioned the capital twice before. Having a capital implies that the Undead have already formed a kingdom of the Undead. So, the troops being assembled, they were also dispatched by the king of the Undead, right?"

"That’s not the case. The assembled troops actually have little to do with the king; it’s just that too many people wanted to go home for a visit, so they gathered under the leadership of a few strong skeletons and formed a group. It wasn’t organized by the king, nor does it belong to the king. The most the king did was not to stop it," Nals said, his fingers unconsciously picking at the bony tabletop, and he said somewhat embarrassedly, "Our king is quite, uh, special, yes, just special, and he doesn’t really handle affairs. Most matters are autonomously managed by different places, so saying we’re a loose Federation isn’t entirely incorrect."

"He doesn’t handle affairs?" Catherine asked with confusion. "Then why make him king?"

"Because he is the king," Nals declared as if it was the most natural thing. "The king is the most powerful in this world and the first Undead to awaken. He also has the most devout belief in the master, so everyone thinks he is the king."

"Hmm, wait, let me think," Pannis said, stroking his chin with a thoughtful expression. "Your king is very powerful and special, and he basically doesn’t manage anything, right? He... he’s not sleeping all day, is he?"

"It seems you’ve already guessed, Lord Pannis," Nals nodded. "Our king does spend most of his time sleeping. But he used to frequently need to listen to Oracles, so he woke up quite often. Only recently, in the last while, has he been sleeping more."

"Eh?" Pannis’s eyebrows shot up, pressing further. "The last while? Does he not need to listen to Oracles anymore?"

"He still does, but in the past two years, the master has given very few Oracles, especially in these past few months—there has been only one. In the past, every ten days or so, the master would send down an Oracle to guide us forward; we were used to living under the master’s guidance. But starting two years ago, the master’s Oracles began to dwindle, and our prayers often went unanswered. By this time last year, there weren’t any Oracles at all. Even when we called to the master, we received no response. This situation persisted for over four months, during which time everyone was filled with worry. Luckily our king was there to reassure everyone, ensuring that all of his believers didn’t fall into madness," Nals explained, with a hint of confusion.

"And then what happened?" Pannis asked, his face expressionless. He naturally knew the reasons behind the changes Nals recalled; with every word Nals spoke, Pannis felt a sharp pain stabbing his heart. But even so, he kept his face stern, pressing on, "From what you’re saying, there were other changes later?"

"Yes, fortunately, there were changes. The master came back," Nals said, his ghostly face seemingly smiling. He nodded vigorously, "After four months, the master finally responded to our calls, but it seemed he was affected by something, the Oracles and responses to prayers not only became infrequent but also extremely brief. Everyone was worried about this. However, the master addressed our concerns, telling us he was just focused on reopening The Door Home and couldn’t spare the attention to respond to us. Having gotten this answer, everyone was relieved. Now The Door Home is becoming stable, and presumably, once it’s completely stable, the master will return to his usual self."

"You think so too?" Pannis asked with implied meaning. "You also believe that your master will soon return to his normal state?"

"Of course," Nals responded, eyes widening with a hint of annoyance. "Lord Pannis, what do you mean by that? Are you doubting my faith in the master, or are you questioning the master?"

"No, no, you misunderstand; I’m not questioning anyone," Pannis said with a wry smile, retracting his probe. He explained, "I was just thinking that reopening your Door Home might take a huge toll on your master. Can she really recover quickly?"

"We’re worried about that too," Nals admitted, lowering his head. "But when the time comes, we will offer up our purest faith to help the master recover. This is the wish of all the Undead."

"You all are indeed loyal," Pannis sighed. "Let’s leave the future for later. You mentioned that in the past few months only one Oracle was given? It wasn’t about me, was it?"

"Indeed, Lord Pannis, it was about you," Nals confirmed. "It clarified your status as a guest, ordering all the Undead not to hinder you and your companions’ journey to the capital."

"And your king?" Pannis pressed. "What does he want with me?"

"I don’t know that," Nals admitted. "But it must be something very important; otherwise, the king wouldn’t have urgently used the emergency channels to pass the message to all the villages, towns, and cities in the direction of The Door Home."

"That serious?" Pannis was taken aback, looking at the girls with a complex gaze and murmured thoughtfully, "I think I understand something. It seems I should give up the idea of sightseeing in this world and make my way to the capital of the Kingdom of the Undead as quickly as possible."