Chapter 142 A Scream?

The moment Michael stepped into his community, he summoned all his undead from the Netherworld to join those he had left earlier in the real world when he had gone out to hunt for more experience points under the guise of helping the public.

Surveying the ruined community, Michael issued orders to his undead. 

The orcs were tasked with packing up the scattered monster corpses while dividing the human ones into a separate pile. 

A select few undead were instructed to stay on guard with Prince and the verdant wolf, while Lucky remained in its position, coiled around his fortified apartment.

Michael glanced up at the sky, his expression contemplative. 

A few seconds earlier, he had noticed a subtle shift in the chaotic energy swirling in the air. 

It felt… less intense. At least, part of it did.

"Seems like reinforcements have arrived," he muttered to himself.