[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons":3,"chapter-global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-chapter-112":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons",{"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},1080726,1399,"Chapter 112: Decisive Escape","global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>Although the ambush had come without warning, Thoren was neither intimidated nor shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the very moment the battle began, his mind had remained calm and razor-sharp, analyzing every movement, every opening, every mistake his enemies made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the clash started, he had been plotting, quietly and how to dismantle them one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time he had ever facedfive Level 16 awakeners simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, such a lineup would have crushed most opponents instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet compared to the monster he had encountered in the ancient city, their pressure felt lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Significantly so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was because they underestimated him or because they were simply arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoren could not say. Perhaps it was both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had ambushed him, seized the initiative, and still chose to waste time talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ridiculing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flaunting their supposed superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What were they hoping to achieve with words?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not stalling for time. They were not coordinating a lethal formation. They were not striking together with overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had attacked all at once, without hesitation, they might have had a real chance of killing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrogance and pride had blinded them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he successfully defended against their opening assault, they should have realized he was no easy target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the signal, the warning that should have prompted them to press harder, faster, mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they failed to capitalize on that advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they allowed him time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to observe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, Thoren had watched countless movies where villains met their end because they talked too much, too confident in their dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always found it cliché.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected to witness the same mistake in his second life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or to exploit it so thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percival lay sprawled on the ground in a widening pool of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep gashes marred his chest and waist, wounds so severe they cut through muscle and bone alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood poured from his mouth in thick, choking spurts as his breathing turned ragged and uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments earlier, he had been consumed by rage, fully focused on battling the terrifying undead servant before him. That obsession proved fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never noticed the skeleton assassins until it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two precise strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all it took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blow had targeted a vital point with merciless accuracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percival clutched his chest, fingers trembling as terror finally surfaced on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How... how is this possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded violently, threatening to burst. He had never imagined himself being pushed into such a desperate, helpless state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I... going to die here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made his stomach churn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if responding to his fear, the Level 16 undead servant began marching toward him, step by heavy step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its hollow eyes burned with soul fire, devoid of mercy or hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... no... no...\" Percival whimpered, desperately trying to crawl backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even move, the two Level 12 skeleton assassins emerged from the shadows once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their blades flashed with deadly brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percival saw only a brief glimmer of steel. He tried to dodge, tried to raise his sword, but his mangled body refused to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahhhh! Ahhhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guttural scream tore from his throat as the icy blades sliced cleanly through his arm and chest. Blood sprayed violently, pouring from the wounds like water from a shattered dam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stanley shuddered as he watched Percival’s fate unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilfred’s death could be dismissed as underestimation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear gripped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles stiffened, his breath catching painfully in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did he truly understand the horror of the opponent standing before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I need to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t stay here any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a Level 16 Warrior. He still had time. With steady accumulation of experience, he could ascend to the Second Floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reason for him to throw his life away here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahhhhhhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Percival’s final scream jolted everyone back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed from his throat as his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that fleeting instant, he saw his ambitions, his plans, his future only for them to vanish into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head struck the ground heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It never rose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyssa and Rupert stood frozen, their jaws hanging open. They had believed the arrow assault was Thoren’s true killing move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrows had never been meant for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the very beginning, Percival had been the real target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ranged attack was nothing more than a diversion and they had fallen for it completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyssa and Rupert exchanged tense glances. In each other’s eyes, they saw the same emotions reflected back, disbelief, dread, and a rapidly growing sense of doom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck this!\" Stanley suddenly roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unleashed a furious barrage of attacks, forcing the undead servant locked in combat with him to retreat several steps. The moment a small gap opened, Stanley did not hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed his speed to the absolute limit, abandoning everything else in a desperate bid for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rupert and Nyssa were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had not expected Stanley to break and run so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the reality sank in, they understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the smartest choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continuing to fight a necromancer whose undead reserves were still unknown was already a losing battle. Staying any longer meant certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, Rupert and Nyssa turned and fled as well. With Wilfred and Percival dead, their courage had completely shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had barely taken a few steps when four arrows tore through the air toward them at terrifying speed, two aimed at each of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\" Rupert shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed his staff into the ground. A thick, sturdy earthen wall erupted behind him just in time, blocking the arrows with a resounding crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Nyssa, he didn’t spare her a second glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, his only thought was to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This monster had far more undead servants than any report had indicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And who knew how many more remained hidden?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyssa’s expression turned grim as she twisted mid-air, barely evading one arrow while the other grazed past her shoulder. Her face went pale as death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a desperate cry, she unleashed one of her strongest spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive torrent of flame erupted across the narrow path, roaring forward like an inferno intent on devouring everything in its wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against such an attack, any ordinary awakener would have been forced to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her enemy was Thoren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two seconds later,two Level 16 undead servantsburst through the raging flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their robes had burned away completely. Their bodies were charred black, bones cracked and scorched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet their hollow eyes burned brighter than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nyssa froze in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is this possible?!\" she screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart hammered violently as terror seized her completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and pushed herself beyond her limits, fleeing with everything she had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the will to fight vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the instinct to survive remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the question lingered, heavy and unavoidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Thoren allow them to escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[AN: Please support this book with your golden tickets and power stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks.]\u003C\u002Fp>",1205,"2026-06-03T10:41:31.766Z","2026-06-03T10:41:38.603Z",1,"novelbin.me","098be6263cc624dca79960d48541cd8760dcb46236548b650bac203ada2bff02","global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-chapter-113","global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-chapter-111",326,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-cover.jpg"]