Dark Abyss.
"Feels just like coming home... so intimate!"
At this moment, Su Ran was stark naked, revealing his skeletal frame, feeling as if he had shed all his shackles, light and relaxed. Standing among the other skeletons, he didn't feel out of place at all.
"Hey, buddy, isn't it tough standing here, going around in circles without feeling awkward?"
Su Ran was in good spirits and greeted a fellow skeleton, but all he got in response were clattering bones, without any deviation in their movements on account of his words.
"Alas, low-tier Undead just lack any sort of fun, so boring."
Su Ran lost the mood to chat with them. It became clear to him that these guys were like controlled puppets, spawned only to make up the numbers, living was just a waste of space—hold on, not even that; they really lived up to the name of low-tier.
This must be the sorrow of the weak.
"I wonder what Skeleton Saint is up to, it's been so long, he should have finished his seclusion by now?"