CHAPTER 36

[Hellcat, Normal Rank 2]

Life: 20

Power: 15

Agility: 35

Mana (???): 5

Endurance: 15

Talent: Strong Jump

Skills: Strong Claw E, Wild Rage E, Hunter's Instinct F

Cost: 100 gold coins

[Elite Large Hellcat, Rank 1]

Life: 35

Power: 20

Agility: 40

Mana (???): 5

Endurance: 20

Talent: Strong Jump, Night Vision

Skills: Strong Claw D, Wild Rage D, Hunter's Instinct F, Beast Roar F

Cost: 300 gold coins

[Elite Hellhound, Rank 2]

Life: 50

Power: 25

Agility: 40

Mana (???): 5

Endurance: 17

Talent: Strong Sense of Smell

Skills: Strong Claw D, Strong Jaw D, Scouting E, Wild Rage E, Hunter's Instinct F

Cost: 500 gold coins

[Lord Large Hellhound, Rank 2]

Life: 600

Power: 350

Agility: 80

Mana (???): 200

Endurance: 450

Talent: Strong Sense of Smell, Leadership, Battle Roar, Tough Skin

Skills: Fire Claw B, Strong Claw B, Strong Jaw B, Scouting C, Wild Rage D, Hunter's Instinct D

Cost: 20,000 gold coins

Just look at this! He had 40 million gold coins, and such forces existed that were far more effective than the weak resistance of skeletons and the fear they instilled in enemies—both in terms of speed and their unique strategic capabilities. Moreover, his army had only a few of these creatures due to a lack of food. But that was only until hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses were lying in a corner of his lands.

A night attack… An attack carried out by creatures swift and specialized in darkness would terrify his enemies. He quickly performed the summoning, causing the altar to tremble as he summoned an army of 100,000 elite large hellcats. Then, he checked his channels for information. The first thing he saw in the main channel saved him time.

Honko - Evil Eye[Terror is dead! The Northerners killed Terror!]

Alhambra - Phantom Demon[Terror is dead?!]

Junk Soo - Demon Orc[If he's dead, then who will forge weapons?!]

Frank - Demon Golem[What happened to your allies?]

After that, the main channel of Hazard was in chaos. Terror controlled a significant portion of weapon forging, practically making him the blacksmith for a hundred thousand demon kings. His subordinates were also all producers.

The Bat King produced explosives.The Fenrir King crafted light armor.The Demon Bear sold high-quality raw materials.

And now, they were all dead. The last remaining member of their alliance began to reveal everything.

Once he finished speaking, the entire channel was enraged, but none sought revenge. Too many demon kings in the North had died because their cities were scattered and, like the South, mostly militarized. Moreover, if a large war broke out, a person riding a massive ice dragon wielding a giant axe would occasionally appear and wipe out entire demon armies in a single swing—striking fear into them.

Hazard, outside his castle, had originally planned to spend 10 million to buy information but abandoned the idea, seizing the opportunity instead to purchase design blueprints from other channels. He quickly built a Level 4 Smithy, which alone was worth 3 million gold, with an additional 2 million gold spent on its construction requirements.

A massive four-story building with 2,000 square meters of space appeared next to the castle, filled with molten forges and blacksmithing workshops. Hazard then spent 5 million gold on rare metals and assigned them to his Demonic Archlich, who led ordinary undead to the smithy while Hazard shared his will with all of them—allowing them to understand his crafting techniques and begin blacksmithing.

However, Hazard didn't leave immediately. While messaging Evil Eye, he was looking for a way to craft a high-quality robe for himself.

"Evil Eye, you're from the Terror Alliance, right?"

"Yeah, who are you? Hazard the Demon Undead?"

"Obviously. Have you heard anything?"

"Terror said you'd come to help. Where were you?"

"I got there, but I was nearly killed myself, so I ran away."

"The others aren't responding to me. They're dead, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they're all dead."

"Ahhh, damn it... Alright, what do you want? If you're trying to invite me to your alliance, let me tell you upfront—I'm not joining any damn alliance unless you're Level 7."

Hazard struggled to hold back his laughter. Level 7? In all his channels, he had never seen anyone at that level before. Still, he had to keep up his act to convince Honko to help him, so he continued playing along.

"I need to go back there, but I don't have a teleport skill. Since you escaped, I assume you do."

"So what?"

"Give me your gate coordinates and send me to where Terror kept his gate."

"Why should I?"

"Revenge?"

"Risk my life for revenge? Are you stupid? I barely escaped!"

"Sooner or later, they'll come for you too. I've gathered an army. After activating Terror's gate, I'll burn down everyone in those tunnels and then their cities!"

"What's in it for me?"

Hazard sighed in frustration. Evil Eye should really be called Envious Eye.

"You must've allied with Terror for a reason. What was it?"

Minutes passed.

"...I'll take you there, but you need to sign a soul contract that you won't tell anyone and that you'll do it if you can."

"Just tell me what it is. I don't care about your weakness, and I'm not interested!"

"Not without a contract."

"Damn it! Just tell me what you want, or I'll take my revenge out on you!"

"Fine, fine! I want Refined Dark Jewels!"

Hazard paused. He had never heard of Refined Dark Jewels before, but Evil Eye's next message snapped him back to focus.

"Terror made a deal to give me 1,000 Refined Dark Jewels after I helped him. But now that he's dead, I have nothing."

"Fine."

"Fine? What do you mean fine? His storage is probably looted by now! How do you plan on finding them?"

"I told you—I'm burning down their cities and looting them."

"And if you fail?"

"Then I'm dead, you idiot!"

"That still doesn't get me anything!"

Hazard sighed in exasperation.

"I'll sign a contract with you stating I won't tell anyone, and if I find 1,000 Refined Dark Jewels, I'll give them to you. Happy?"

There was a long pause before Evil Eye's response came.

"Make sure there's no loophole in the contract. If you find 1,001, you could keep the extra. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Hazard smirked. Seeing his trick exposed, he rewrote the contract and purchased two soul contracts for 1,000 gold each. Signing it with his soul signature, he sent it to Honko, King of the Evil Eyes.

Minutes later, at the transfer gate, in a realm covered by black mist, a five-meter-tall undead clad in a dark purple magical robe stepped out. Golden veins shimmered beneath his cloak, and two pairs of 20-meter-long skeletal wings spread from his back.

Standing before him was Honko, the massive Evil Eye, overseeing 5,000 Evil Eyes that carefully watched Hazard—with full confidence.

The sight before Hazard warned of danger. If all 5,000 Evil Eyes used their instant death skill on him at once, he'd surely die. But as thirty Warlord-ranked mares arrived, Honko's confidence wavered, and he lowered his altitude. It was now clear who the king and who the soldier was.