Legacy System: Rise Of The Richest Man

LS: 34

“What the hell is happening?”

“Is this because of the spell?”

“I knew nothing good was going to come from those magical scripts we found on that wall! Now we’ve gone and gotten ourselves hopelessly in trouble!”

“Why is he still chanting?”

The soldiers began bickering in panicked voices as they stared down the undead horde advancing before them. The glowing red eyes of those ghastly abnormalities seared undeniable, unfaltering, deep, true terror into their hearts.

King Julian stood behind his men, worry etched deep in his features. His gaze fixed on the wizard, who remained rooted in place, voice raised unwaveringly as he recited the magical scripts from his scroll.

The king’s mind churned in confusion—could all of this be the result of the spell the wizard was chanting, or were these undead abnormalities manifesting specifically to prevent him from uncovering the chant’s hidden truth?

THUD! THUD!

The undead horde pressed in even tighter. With each passing minute, a dozen more skeletons assembled relentlessly from the scattered remains beneath their feet, increasing the population of the undead army.

William couldn’t resist softly exhaling a long weary sigh.

He tightened his grip on the ancient sword and braced himself for the fight ahead.

[ Title (Savior) in effect, Attack power increased by 50% ]

[ Skill (Swordmaster Lv2) in effect… ]

The effect of his title and skills activated immediately.

William glanced back at the crew and warned them not to enter the fray under any circumstances.

After ensuring they heard his warning, he gave a curt nod and vanished from their sight, sprinting toward the hundreds-strong undead horde at fully breakneck speed.

His eyes locked on his first opponent—another towering, imposing, massive, skeletal fiend, but this one loomed with the girth of a full-grown gorilla, its bony limbs thicker and its arms far larger than the others.

The towering gorilla-shaped revenant caught sight of him. Its red eyes flared with a murderous bloodlust as it charged forward, fists raised high above its skull, poised to pulverize the hero with sheer, crushing force.

SHRIEK!!

It shrieked an eerie, soulless wail, heralding its incoming assault.

Unfortunately, its movements were far too slow and predictable to even marginally challenge the hero. William’s disappointment surfaced in a low hiss.

He ducked the smash with ease, then swiftly slipped behind the creature before it could regain its footing after the botched strike.

Having slain similar monsters before, William knew the quickest way to fell it was by cleaving off its head.

The blade’s slice rang out as it cut through the tough bone of the gorilla undead—sparks flying in every direction. The severed head hit the ground in a soft thud.

But that wasn’t the end.

The moment the undead’s head struck the earth, its body began to crumble completely apart in pieces at an alarming rate. Soon, a mound of scattered bones lay where it had stood.

[ You’ve slain X1 Undead, EXP +100 ]

SHRIEK! SHRIEK!

Before William could catch his breath from his first kill, five undead ganged up on him.

They towered at twice his height, grimly and easily encircling and cornering him.

Immediately, they unleashed a relentless flurry of brutal, savage attacks—some punching, others kicking, and one swinging wildly to smash his head just like the gorilla-shaped skeleton he had just slain.

“Not this time!”

William muttered as he slipped out from his tight corner.

BANG! BOOM!

The tremendous thunder of multiple blows smashing against stone loudly reverberated through the chamber, followed by enraged, soulless shrieks as the stunned undead realized they’d been outwitted.

William’s fury roared to life as dozens of undead swarmed relentlessly over him like ants around sugar.

Fortunately, William had paused in a secure, elevated spot, allowing him to carefully draw every attack solely onto himself rather than the crew.

This way he didn’t need to hold back or even attempt to constantly seize the undead’s focus to stop them from striking his teammates.

From the crew’s fearful perspective, William appeared gone from sight as the ever-swelling undead horde gathered tightly around him.

They immediately panicked, wondering whether their hero could ever possibly survive such a terrifying ordeal.

Despite their intense, paralyzing fear of the undead, they earnestly proposed directly rushing forward to assist the hero—reasoning that diverting even a handful of skeletons could grant him precious, sufficient breathing room, or so they believed.

But their steadfast captain saw things differently.

“William won’t succumb to these mere feeble fiends, trust me!”

The other crew members glanced nervously at Theobald, yet he remained completely unwavering in his faith in the hero.

“Just watch!”

To prove him right, the echo of William’s sword slicing through undead ranks reverberated across the battlefield. Each strike came with a loud hollow crack of bones scattering and dull thud of severed heads hitting the stone.

They needed no further explanation—the undead were clearly, completely on the losing end, being brutally overwhelmed, dissected, and effortlessly cut down in droves without hesitation by the hero’s swift swordplay.

Reassured of the hero’s safety, their attention immediately returned to the true threat—the wizard and the mysterious, enigmatic magic formation he was conjuring.

Osborne still remained at the heart of the formation, crouched low as his voice boomed through each arcane chant.

The aged wizard seemed unfazed by the chaos unfolding around him, remaining eerily calm, almost oblivious to the fierce battle at his feet.

Theobald hurried to King Julian’s side, voicing his mounting concerns in urgent whispers.

“Shouldn’t we halt him immediately, right now? All this chaos sprang from his spell—if he presses on, who knows what new horror he’ll summon? It’s clearly a trap!”

“It sure is!”

“Wizards always resort to extremes for magic and arcane secrets, sacrificing their own safety just to uncover hidden truth.”

“Please someone, get him to stop!”

The other soldiers seized on their beloved captain’s suggestion, voices tinged with certainty. Clearly, they believed the undead had risen because of Osborne’s spell.

King Julian heard their complaints and suggestions, shaking his head in reluctant refusal.

“He’s come too far to turn back now. What if this spell truly is the key to unlocking that ancient doorway on the far side of Skull Mountain? Are you really suggesting we forsake all our efforts so far, retrace our steps, and brave that narrow, perilous pass instead of seeing this through?”