[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world":3,"chapter-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-367":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},41041,69,"Chapter 367 Why Are You Here?","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-367",367,"\u003Cp>Verren watched as Renn left the arena after winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was exhausted—spent. But victorious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren didn’t hesitate any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned from the pillar and leapt back to the outside area of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaos of cheers in the building continued, but none of it touched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren had made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would walk to the other end of the arena—toward the waiting rooms—and speak with Renn directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the boy refused at first, Verren was sure of one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to take that youth as a disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought had barely finished forming when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ladies and gentlemen!\" the commentator’s voice boomed again, carried by the arena-wide enchantments. \"We’ve just witnessed one of the greatest fights this coliseum has ever seen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it’s not over yet! Up next is another match! The winner of the next match... will be facing Renn Noah in the Grand Finals!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren paused mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In just a few moments, the other two of the powerful four—Uga and Mic Nor—will be facing off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren stopped completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mic Nor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he heard it, he closed his eyes. He knew it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see,\" he muttered under his breath. \"So he’s here too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he’s here... then no matter how talented that youth is, he can’t possibly win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Knight Verren narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he knew he couldn’t hold a candle to Michael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could someone weaker than him hope to succeed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worse... Renn wasn’t even at his peak again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Verren didn’t stop walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael’s presence didn’t deter him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His goal remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn was still his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn didn’t reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Verren stood across from him, having just delivered his sharp and clinical verdict, the signs were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn’s jaw clenched. His shoulders, tight. His fingers, still dusted from his match against Prince Rui, curled slightly at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on his face—not anger, not fear. But reluctance. A deep, gnawing reluctance that clawed its way up from his gut and showed itself in the stiff lines on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of expression one wore when faced with an unavoidable truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren recognized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know what you’re thinking,\" Verren said, softer now. \"You want to prove me wrong. That you’re not outmatched.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn said nothing. His gaze fell to the ground for a brief second, then rose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want to fight him,\" Verren continued. \"You want to face him anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Verren didn’t need one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see it in Renn’s eyes—that stubborn refusal to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was admirable. It was foolish. It was familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren let out a small, amused breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You remind me of myself at your age.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is there a reason why you still want to fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn’s silence stretched between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was full—full of unspoken thoughts, clenched pride, and raw, aching realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After what he’d seen, after the battle that shook the entire coliseum, Renn couldn’t lie to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought his fight against Prince Rui was the pinnacle. That surviving—no, winning—against a youth of imperial bloodline was proof that he belonged among the monsters. That he could stand on the same level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Michael fought Uga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the truth hit him like a cold wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t just lose the throne he thought he was close to—he realized he was never even in the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael wasn’t someone he could \"compete\" with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Uga? That gentle giant he had barely registered as a threat before? That boy could’ve flattened him with raw power alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his jaw harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even exhausted, Renn didn’t want to show weakness in front of this old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason he hadn’t act out even with everything the man had said was because he had a feeling that this old man in expensive looking armour could probably kill him with a flick of his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This only made Renn further depressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like he was facing monsters left and right today for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn asked the only thing his mind could form clearly through the haze of exhaustion and internal crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was quiet. Grand Knight Verren didn’t respond right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s gaze, calm and sharp like a drawn blade, didn’t waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I asked first,\" he said simply. \"Answer me, and I’ll answer you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn’s brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a breath and finally spoke, voice low. \"I’m not doing this because I think I can win,\" Renn admitted, his voice sharper now, more grounded. \"I’m doing it because... this is for my goal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is probably the closest I can get to my goal and it’s right in front of me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren stepped forward once, the metal of his armor clinking softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now, your question.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his hands behind his back and straightened fully. The pressure that had quietly rolled off him since their meeting became suddenly clear—dense, vast, and absolute. Like standing beneath a stormcloud that hadn’t yet struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You caught my interest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn’s eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I watched your fight. From start to finish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn looked at him carefully now, guarded but not dismissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren’s next words came slowly, but with unmistakable weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to guide you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Renn blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guide?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want you as my disciple,\" Verren said plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flourish. No grand declaration. Just a truth dropped like a stone into still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn wasn’t sure what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verren looked down at Renn—not in condescension, but in clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not ready for Mic Nor. That’s not shameful. But you are ready for more. And I can show you the path—if you’re willing to walk it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renn’s lips parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he closed them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man certainly radiated power, but that alone wasn’t enough for Renn to accept on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even know who the man was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Becoming someone’s apprentice wasn’t a decision to be made casually—especially not with a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Renn wasn’t particularly interested in becoming anyone’s disciple to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, his focus was on how he could win this competition and use it to elevate his family’s status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was then that Verren asked him another question.\u003C\u002Fp>",1064,"2026-05-28T17:47:38.197Z","2026-06-01T04:28:28.562Z",1,"novelbin.me","f6d65b9d4eaa336623e992ff18a4888db7cf2da44a39bdbb0520a94e23e7d6a9","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-368","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-366",970,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-cover.jpg"]