My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?!

Alex was perplexed, but he quickly analyzed his situation.

'There are hungry demons who want to find the Deathwill Castle… They might be unaware of the existence behind those lands. For that old man, they are pests. But even pests can be bothersome.

Particularly, those pests with huge backing behind them,' Alex recalled the system messages about the hungry demon concepts.

Even though the soul grave-keeper had allowed that concept here, he was doing that for progress. Alex still couldn't think of any bigger idea behind that old man's purpose, but Alex believed that even he couldn't deal with the hungry demon's boss.

If he wanted to fight him, he would have to utilize his whole forces. The soul grave-keeper couldn't claim the Darkmana Empire, so the same should be with the hungry demons, particularly as their numbers were bigger and literally everywhere.

No one also knew where those demons had their headquarters.

'If the soul grave-keeper gives us the green light, we will be able to focus on those hungry demons, outside and inside. That should also benefit this old man as he will get rid of pests and see more progress within his lands.

Looking back, the skeletons were too unique monsters. They were connected to Elias Deathwill's past… The castle and that undead had something in common; they taught me a lot…' Alex thought about the Deathwill Castle and the Earth Soul Land…

He lifted his eyes, "I will accept any quest you give me." Alex believed that he inferred his situation well and could see through the old man's quest, "But I can't just believe in your words. What if you suddenly turn your back on us?"

The old man chuckled, "There's a contract in the system. We, residents, and you, players, have that contract system.

It follows the will of those above us. Above are the existences that had imposed the system onto us, including you and me. If you can't believe me, you can believe in them. You are here because of them," the old man explained.

[The soul grave-keeper wants to sign a contract with you.]

[If you agree to his quest, the soul grave-keeper swears on his name that he will not attack or plot against the Deathwill Castle. He will leave your building and lands alone. If the soul grave-keeper breaks his oaths, he will cease to exist.]

"That's a serious claim," Alex narrowed his eyes, "You have been called the King Of The Undead numerous times. What if you can die and get reborn?"

The old man chuckled, "That's why it's 'cease to exist', not death."

Alex couldn't question this man more. In fact, he believed he had stepped over his boundaries by asking that one question.

He nodded, "What kind of quest do you want me to do?"

[You have received a new quest!]

pᴀɴdᴀ [The Undead(Legendary) - Create your own undead.]

"…" Alex was taken aback by such a quest.

All his analysis was rendered useless, and he stood like the young and inexperienced young man he was. He even made quite a comical expression, as if he was getting an unexpected present from the grandpa.

Alex didn't ask anything. He just stared at the quest's information.

The soul grave-keeper let out his specific laughter, "Haha! You have that skill, Battle Spirit, don't you? It's one of the required skills to create the undead.

And what's The Undead? Look behind me," the old man lifted his hand, then flicked his fingers.

The blue light shot up toward the ceiling from behind the bone throne. However, no matter how long it had spanned, the light never stopped, as if there was no ceiling at all…

Alex arched his head back.

His heart sank…

[The Undead Lv. ??? HP:??? MP:???(Legendary)]

"That's… The undead?" he whispered slowly, looking at the giant existence with dilated eyes.

The undead was an enormous creature. It was impossible to tell his height, and even now, Alex could only look at the monster's chin. He had a humanoid body with three pairs of arms going down his torso.

On his back, he had a thousand arms too. Those arms cascaded from the back of his neck onto his back like a cape; perhaps they would extend at some point to shoot like rockets, maybe they would all spread like wings, or they just would help The Undead embrace the whole world!

His flesh was rotten, but for some reason, it was as if he just had a skin of a different color. His head was a skull with thin flesh as if most of it went to his humanoid body.

It still felt like the skull was impregnable, just like the rest of his body.

He was similar to the ghoul from before but much different as he had three types of undead within his body. Naturally, the soul grave-keeper used the exquisite zombies' parts and other undead in abundance to create such an existence.

He was not just the monster created from a few undead; at least a thousand had been planted within him.

Before that peculiar monster, Alex felt like an ant. He couldn't even imagine himself parrying or dealing a death blow to such a bizarre monster, to say nothing of scratching his flesh!

The soul grave-keeper grinned, "The Ghoul you had faced before was just a prototype. This is the final product; The Undead.

You need battle experience for your battle spirit, don't you? But you also need knowledge about the undead creatures.

Therefore, I will take you for a journey toward the past," the soul grave-keeper fished out a white staff from his inventory.

He tapped the ground, then the whole room's scenery changed.

They were in an unknown village.

"There are just three types of undead. Zombies, skeletons, and ghosts. We will start with zombies," the soul grave-keeper pointed his staff at the house.

It was quite a big mansion, which belonged to the mayor.

Alex and the old man entered the house.

"Piano?" Alex heard the pleasant melody.

Because of that sound, he didn't pay heed to the mansion and its luxurious furniture and paintings. Instead, he slowly trod toward the melody.

At last, he saw with his clear eyes, "Zombie is playing the piano?"

The soul grave-keeper nodded without any emotion, "An existence who returns to life; zombie. In the past, some people randomly returned to life. Later, people learned that an immense and genuine attachment stopped people from dying.

It brought them back to the deceased bodies; their hearts no longer beat. Their souls filled with attachment drove their bodies instead. They would keep their existence until their dead bodies rot away or until they fulfilled their goal.

The mayor you look at… He will soon stop moving… But before that," the old man chuckled as he heard foreign steps entering the mansion.