NOVPUBSeeing Malrik's expression, Noan felt a littlenfused: "Do you know it?"
"This…" Malrik scratched his chin.
Although Malrik's face was now just a skull, Noanuld still tell that he seemed to be struggling to explain.
Greeny, who was clinging to Noan's shoulder, tilted its head and looked at Malrik. Its expression made me wonder why Malrik was looking at it like that.
"It's a Crop Worm, a species of worm with the power to influence crops," Malrik said.
Noan nodded; he already knew that from the System's description.
Malrikntinued, "However, there are many legends surrounding this creature. Many people say that after evolving several times, it will bme a harbinger of disaster for the entire world."
Noan's expression turned to one of disbelief: "WTF?!"
He furrowed his brow and squinted at Greeny on his shoulder. This tiny worm was supposed to bring disaster to the entire world?
Noanuldn't help but feel a little amused.
In legends, the Dragon race was known to be incredibly powerful, perhaps even the strongest.
However, he had never heard any legend saying that the Dragon raceuld bring disaster to the world.
And now Malrik was saying that a tiny wormuld do that?
Was he joking?
If it was said that after many evolutions, Greenyuld threaten auntry, then that might be understandable.
After all, Noan did possess the innate ability of Almighty Fusion, so if it kept evolving, Greeny might gain that level of power.
But bming a global disaster seemed a bit far-fetched.
Seeing Noan's sceptical expression, Malrik sighed and explained, "It's just a legend. Master, if it bmes that strong, ituld be very useful to you."
"However, Master, how do you plan to use it?"
Noan nodded and replied, "Hmm! I plan to use it to increase the yield of crops in my domain. After all, the fruit production speed is still quite low. I hope it can help speed up growth and improve the quality of the crops."
Malrik grinned, the two flames in his eyes burning fiercely as if he was taken by surprise.
But in the end, he decided to stay silent, stroking his chin before speaking: "Master, if you trust me, please hand the Crop Worm over to me."
"Hm?!" Noan feltnfused and asked, "Why?"
Malrik quickly explained, "Master, I feel the Crop Worm is not an ordinary creature. That's why I want to explore its potential and help it develop quickly."
"Also, to serve you better, I have many ways to make it..."
"Enough! Enough!" Noan held his forehead.
In fact, he trusted Malrik's wisdom, and since Malrik was his hero andmpletely loyal to him, Noan had no doubts about him.
However, Malrik tended to speak a lot, so whenever he had anversation, Noan felt a bit of a headache from Malrik's personality.
Noan turned to look at Greeny, smiling as he said, "Greeny, from now on, you'll have to follow Malrik. He will help you bme stronger. Do you understand?"
Wop! Wop!
A cute sound came from Greeny's mouth as if it had agreed.
Noan handed Greeny over to Malrik and smiled, saying, "Take care of it for me."
"Yes, Master!" Malrik bowed his head, respectfully saying, "I will not disappoint you."
"If I disappoint you, I will willingly jump into lava and let it make me suffer for eternity."
"Ah! I'm already dead; I can't feel pain anymore, but by doing this, I can prove my loyalty to you, Master."
"Enough!" Noan once again snapped. He held his forehead, feeling an immense headache. "Did youme to me for something else?"
"Kekekeke..."
"Stop that laugh when you're in front of me." Noan said, visibly umfortable.
"Ack! Sorry, my Master." Malrik embarrassedly scratched his head and said, "Master, I was wondering how you plan to deal with the zombierpses and the dead Lords?"
Upon hearing this, Noan seemed to realise something and asked, "Do you need thoserpses?"
"Kekeke... ack!" Malrik laughed out of habit, but upon seeing Noan's gaze, he immediately stopped smiling.
"Master, I have a way to handle thoserpses. I can fully exploit them to create benefits for us."
Noan felt a bit relieved upon hearing that. It should be noted that the number of zombierpses and dead Lords was substantial.
There were at least 10,000 zombierpses alone, along with manyrpses of Lords, soldiers, and heroes.
Ituld be said that this number was enough to form a large army.
"Good! I leave that task to you," Noan said with a smile. "However, I hope you can do it perfectly."
"I understand, Master. Don't worry, I always do my work perfectly. You can rest and enjoy the results," Malrik saidnfidently.
"However… Master, I need a place to focus the souls. Ofurse, the area must be large enough and far away from the territories of other Lords."
Noan frowned upon hearing that. An area like thatuld only likely be found in the Dark Forest or near the Food Forest area.
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "What do you think of this place?"
Malrik looked at Noan with anfused expression. "Ack! Master, I cannot use your territory."
"No! What I mean is… I can teleport my domain to another place. You can use this area as a focus for the souls," Noan smiled and explained.
It should be noted that Noan's domain was a bit different from others.
Opposite his domain was a forest, but it was on the edge of the Dark Forest.
The nearest Lord to him was more than 300 meters away, but there was no need to mention that Lord since he was already dead.
Because of that, this area had nearly no other Lords nearby except for him.
Moreover, after the Zombie Wave, there were very few surviving Lords in Area 27. Heuld use any place he wanted.
Malrik, upon hearing this, was pleased and said, "Master, if that's the case, it's perfect. This place has an excellent location—it's adjacent to the Dark Forest and situated in a rather secluded area.
If I use this place, I'm sure no one will dareme within a 10-kilometer radius."
Noan nodded upon hearing this. He hadn't planned to keep his domain in this spot.
On thentrary, after receiving the 'Domain Teleportation Card' from Caleb, he wanted to move his domain closer to the 'Resource Production Center.'
That area was far from the safe zones of other Lords and was surrounded by a vast forest, making it undisturbed.
In the back, there was also a large lake with plenty of seafood.
He truly wanted to live there—peaceful and away from the attention of other Lords.
"Good! Prepare a bit, and I'll move the domain to another location. You can use this place however you like."
"Thank you, Master." Malrik knelt on the ground, acting as if he were showing gratitude to a deity.
Noan, used to Malrik's personality, didn't find it strange.
He then used the 'Domain Teleportation Card.'
[Ding! Do you want to use the 'Domain Teleportation Card'?]
"Accept!"
[Ding! Please choose the location you want. Note, the location can only be within Area 27.]
Noan started searching for the location of the 'Resource Production Center' and chose the most suitable spot.
[Ding! Teleportation has started, please wait 12 hours.]
Seeing the system's notification, Noan didn't rush and decided to walk around his domain, lazily basking in the sun like a lazy cat.
...
While Noan relaxed, the other Lords were far from idle.
The next day, Caleb led a skeleton army into the safe zone and began fighting the zombies.
Ofurse, this was almost a one-sided battle. The Skeletons, ranked D+ level 1, were nearly invincible.
They weren't afraid of the zombie virus, didn't fear death, and never got tired.
They were like war machines with an endless supply of energy.
Even when facing Mutant Zombies or Zombie Hunters, they were unafraid.
Thanks to the leadership of the Skeleton Hunter and the Skeleton Swordsman, the Skeleton army had wiped out every zombie they euntered.
Caleb, along with the surviving Lords, entered the safe zone.
The sight before them made them feel nauseous.
Corpses were scattered everywhere, and the smell of blood and rotting flesh rose from the decaying bodies, causing the other Lords to grimace. Some even immediately vomited.
Caleb furrowed his brow. Despite having mentally prepared himself, seeing the scene in front of him caused his stomach to churn, making him feel nauseous.
It was horrendous.
Everywhere there wererpses and blood. Not only were there zombierpses but also the bodies of Lords and their soldiers.
So many had died that, even though it was daytime, the area still felt incredibly dark andld, causing Caleb to shiver.
"Who?!" Suddenly, a voice called out from the distance.
Caleb jumped,mmanding his Skeletons to form a protective barrier in front of him.
His fear intensified when he saw a creature he had once feared.
A Dark High Orc holding a mace stood at a distance, staring at him with eyes full of killing intent.
"What the hell?!"
