[{"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-24":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},1080788,1399,"Chapter 24: The Veil That Devours Light.","global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-chapter-24",24,"\u003Cp>Under the thick veil of darkness, Thoren marched onward, his skeletons shuffling beside him as the gloom closed around them, vast, oppressive, and hungry, as though it possessed a will of its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkness here was unlike that of the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not merely the absence of light but a living gloom, cold and suffocating, creeping across the skin like countless unseen fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clung to flesh and bone alike, worming its way beneath armor and cloth, settling into the marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seeped into the mind, smothering reason and whispering doubts that were not one’s own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts slowed, instincts dulled, and even the strongest will felt as though it were being gently, patiently eroded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this place, light felt like a forgotten lie, a myth spoken of in distant memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world seemed reduced to a single, endless void, intent on devouring all that dared to exist within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For miles, nothing met Thoren’s eyes but blackness without depth or end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no landmarks, no stars, no sky, only the sensation of moving forward through an abyss that offered neither resistance nor welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the distance, faint growls echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were low and patient, resonating through the darkness as if the Abyss itself were breathing, waiting for something to stumble into its maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking for over a mile, Thoren’s steps slowed, but they did not stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture remained steady, his expression unchanged, even as the oppressive gloom pressed ever closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, from the darkness, a shadow swept through the tight formation of skeletons around him, a dagger glimmering with malevolent intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was swift and precise, slipping between the undead as though they were nothing more than smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure was clad in a black robe, a hood drawn low over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, he had already closed the distance, arriving within a couple of feet of Thoren without a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the hood, a young man regarded Thoren with cold disdain, his gaze sharp and merciless, as though the necromancer before him were already dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Night Whisper Kill]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had used this skill to slaughter many people far stronger than Thoren, and he did not believe he would fail this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confidence was absolute, forged from countless silent assassinations and clean kills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necromancers might be powerful, but against him, an assassin, they were nothing special. So he believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, just before he could deliver the killing strike, an illusory floating lantern appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Illusory Floating Lantern manifested, his heart trembled violently. His breath hitched, and his vision blurred as he fell into a brief daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single moment cost him everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heartbeat skipped, a jarring pause that sent a surge of cold panic through his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold dread clawed up his spine as his senses dulled, his instincts screaming a warning that came far too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then pain exploded through his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Ace Number One plunged its broadsword deep into his body, the tip of the blade bursting out through his chest in a spray of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath left him in a wet, broken gasp as steel tore through flesh and bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nevile stared down in disbelief, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the blood-slicked tip of the sword protruding from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind rejected the sight even as his strength drained away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could not end like this. His lips parted to curse, to deny reality itself, but only a guttural, choking sound escaped his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness swallowed him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Level 10 Assassin, Nevile had never imagined dying such a miserable death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, dying at the hands of a skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Experience Gained +250]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Summoned Entities: Experience Gained +125]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Copper +300]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, a few meters away from Thoren, a group cloaked in black and hidden beneath deep hoods watched their comrade fall, killed by an undead servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of surprise crossed their concealed faces, quickly smothered by forced composure. Nevile never failed. He could not have failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had to be a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fluke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Failed,\" Norman murmured, though the word tasted bitter and wrong on his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw tightened as he forced himself to remain calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Norman was also a Level 10 Assassin, only slightly stronger than Nevile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nevile had never failed before; every target had died without ever realizing what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Captain, what should we do?\" a female voice whispered from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We take him down,\" Norman said, recovering from his shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him stood hunters and assassins, the weakest among them a Level 8 awakener. They were veterans, hardened by countless battles and hunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember,\" he added coldly, \"don’t kill him. We need him alive... but you can make him beg for death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, they vanished from their position, melting into the darkness as though they had never been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoren remained where he was, a faint smirk playing on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since he had left the town, he had noticed the figures following his trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed themselves careful, their stealth movements feeding their arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately for them, that confidence was misplaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against his second talent [Soul Lantern of the Eternal Crypt] nothing could be hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, their souls shone brightly, blazing like beacons in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched calmly as seven awakeners closed in on him from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movement skills were exquisite, allowing them to bypass the Level 8 skeletons serving as his outer shield with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift. Precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to reach him was a young man with a thick scar running beneath his hood. Without hesitation, he activated his skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Venom-Tipped Strike.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spear shot forward, swift and silent, blending seamlessly with the darkness as it lunged toward Thoren’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A skeleton abruptly appeared in front of Thoren, bracing itself behind a heavy shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear struck and met a shield that should not have existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact numbed the attacker’s arms, sending a violent shock through his body. He staggered backward, breath hitching as confusion flooded his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Where did that come from?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could recover from the aftershock, Ace Number Two emerged behind him, swinging its daggers in a ruthless arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh! Ahh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left defenseless, the man was sliced apart, his miserable screams fading into the darkness as his body collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoren did not spare him a glance. His eyes had already locked onto his next target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the next assassin could react, two Level 7 Cave Bear skeletons materialized before him, their massive frames blotting out what little space he had to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’How could this be?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his final thought before claws and bone tore him apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoren stood calmly amid the carnage, the same faint smirk etched onto his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thought themselves hunters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they dared to follow him beyond the town gate, they had become prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed he commanded only a handful of skeletons but now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would show them why he was different from every other necromancer ever known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh! Ahhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A female voice echoed through the eerily quiet night as she struggled desperately to escape the skeletons closing in around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing fractured into sobs as skeletal hands scraped and grasped, relentless and unyielding. Skills failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Escape routes vanished. Even the darkness itself seemed to conspire against her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, her scream cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her frantic struggle ceased as her body collapsed to the ground, a long spear driven clean through her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear seized Norman as he watched his subordinates fall one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confidence rotted in his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shuddered, his body drenched in cold perspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle had barely begun, yet almost all of his men were dead. The few who remained struggled desperately just to stay alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands trembled despite his iron will. This was not a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, he had thought the Federation Police were weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he understood just how wrong he had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A necromancer...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoren was a monster wearing human skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization hollowed him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, when he remembered his hidden ace, a fragile semblance of confidence crept back onto his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, an archer stood tall, pulling his bowstring back to its absolute limit as he held his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Rapid Twin Shot.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated the skill, releasing two deadly arrows in rapid succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each arrow blended seamlessly with the darkness, slicing through the air with lethal intent. In the blink of an eye, they were already upon Thoren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warden skeleton stepped forward, raising its shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It trembled and stumbled backward, its soul fire flickering violently, yet it endured the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blocked!\" The archer’s breath caught painfully in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He knew.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had concealed himself perfectly for that killing shot, and yet it had been anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could recover from his shock, a presence rose behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold. Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skeleton activated its trait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Night Whisper Kill]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The archer whimpered as warm, metallic liquid flooded his mouth. Steel kissed flesh, and his strength vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bow slipped from his fingers as his gaze fell upon the skeleton emerging from the shadows before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he recognized the weapon in its grasp, understanding dawned with horrifying clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been killed by one of their own.\u003C\u002Fp>",1569,"2026-06-03T10:41:31.485Z","2026-06-03T10:41:38.326Z",1,"novelbin.me","29ad1aba07618efe2f7b4a08de2826c63ecb50024ba11df047d2178eaa6c27f1","global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-chapter-25","global-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-chapter-23",326,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-survival-i-have-endless-skeletons-cover.jpg"]