[{"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-413":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},41187,69,"Chapter 413 Discovery (Bonus - for Weekly Top 10 in GT Rankings. Thank you for voting!!!!!)","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-413",413,"\u003Cp>Spartan reached the point where Michael’s own footprints scuffed the dew-damp cobbles—wide strides, a trail of crushed grass and splintered boards from when he’d crashed bodily through the gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond lay the grand entrance hall, lit by lanterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spartan,he projected, letting his mind sink fully into the undead’s perception,enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armored figure stepped forward without pause, passing through the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed the wide vestibule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere Michael looked, people were frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, one after another, five other armored figures appeared behind Spartan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of Michael’s undead had arrived—moving in perfect silence, their heavy boots leaving no mark on the immaculate marble floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Michael simply let them stand there, arrayed in a loose semicircle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the weight of their attention—an emptiness waiting to be filled with command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Search everything,he ordered at last, his mental voice as calm as it was cold.Every room. Every corner. If there is any active spellwork, any hidden presence, I want to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six silent minds accepted the order as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five undead fanned out in a practiced pattern, each taking a different doorway, vanishing deeper into the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael let his awareness settle back through Spartan’s senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grand vestibule stretched out before him, empty but for the frozen figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied them for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, unbidden, a thought flickered through his mind—quiet, insidious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A realization he hadn’t allowed himself to consider until just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically,he thought slowly,I’m the only one here who can move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept across the silent hall, the rich tapestries, the gleaming columns, the extravagant displays of wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the items that had been wheeled in for the auction were still arranged on their pedestals and velvet-draped tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing stopped him from simply walking over and taking them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the longer he stood there, the harder it became to dismiss the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great-tier magic scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An item powerful enough to match the abilities of a Rank 3 Awakener, or a King Rank cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or the miracle fruit that could grant three hundred years of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than that: it could also strengthen the body and refine the flesh to elevate an ordinary man to something almost transcendent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael exhaled slowly, feeling his pulse tick up in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t think he was a saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This... everything here...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...technically, it’s all accessible to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen arguments tried to surface in his mind at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That it was theft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That it was reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That taking something now could bring consequences he couldn’t foresee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But another part of him logically pointed out the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing was stopping him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one would even know unless he chose to tell them or admitted it if he was suspected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His undead moved through the halls, searching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end, Michael stood, feeling the weight of the choice settling over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would it really be theft,he thought,if every witness was trapped in a dream?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought refused to leave him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It settled in the back of his mind like a seed, quietly taking root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael drew in a steadying breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Michael decided to put the thought behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might be one of the stronger individuals here, but he still wasn’t at the top. Not even close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were people in this city who could shatter his life with a single word if he overstepped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he got greedy here and it put him in serious trouble, it wouldn’t be worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could survive a lot, but crossing the wrong power in the capital could end him before he even understood what he’d done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael let out a long exhale, steadying the restless spark in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...But even so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If hesawsomething that he liked—something he truly wanted, or needed—he wouldn’t pretend he was above taking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, at least, he decided he could live with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call it a consolation fee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this absurd mess had forced him to risk his life—and had given him a chance to pluck something valuable from the ruins—he wouldn’t feel guilty about accepting the compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, wry smile ghosted across his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was many things, but naive wasn’t one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His undead continued their silent search, their minds linked to his like a constellation of empty vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael let the thought settle and then fade, replaced by a colder focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his focus fully into Spartan, feeling the familiar dissonance of inhabiting an unliving perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black and white clarity unfolded around him, every shadow crisp as a blade’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spartan moved deeper into the auction hall, past the lavish displays and the unmoving crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Room by room, hall by hall, Michael’s other undead pressed on—methodical, relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt their progress like distant heartbeats in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One in the western wing had begun descending a servant’s staircase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another slipped through a side corridor lined with locked doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third passed a tapestry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was Spartan who drew his attention most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael directed him toward the broad archway at the end of the main hall. Beyond it lay a descending passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every estate of this size had a vault or storage chamber, and the auction house was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spartan soon reached the landing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael guided him forward, passing row after row of crates and locked cabinets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, just beyond the furthest row, he saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood in a loose semicircle, robes pooling around their feet like shadows congealed into cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the robed figures stood over a shallow copper basin that steamed faintly in the cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others were focused on the array drawn across the floor, its lines intricate as a spider’s web.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were hidden beneath hoods, and though none of them turned to look, Michael felt the conviction in his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were no victims of the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were its architects.\u003C\u002Fp>",1004,"2026-05-28T17:47:38.197Z","2026-06-01T04:28:28.562Z",1,"novelbin.me","d63b9c4d36507519a49d44ed571042700b0f070f55635de4bec1e035c1574782","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-414","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-412",970,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-cover.jpg"]