Chapter Forty-Seven
Crow stood at the command center of his floating fortress,
watching through his Pocket Dimension's omnivision as his undead legions moved.
With a single, lazy wave of his hand,
he had unleashed thousands of undead goblins onto nearby low-level territories.
Their target?
Ten different goblin villages.
The battles were barely even battles.
The undead stormed the villages like locusts,
tearing through wooden defenses, overwhelming guards, and slaying every living goblin they encountered.
The living goblins barely had time to scream before they were converted into fresh corpses.
[Undead Gained:]
10,000 Goblin Corpses (converted to Undead) 30 Goblin Mage Corpses (converted to Undead)
The influx of new undead surged into Crow's forces,
marching neatly into the endless black fields inside his pocket dimension.
10,000 new soldiers.
30 new battlefield spellcasters.
A terrifying army, ready to throw itself against any enemy without fear or hesitation.
Among the wreckage of the tenth goblin village,
one of the goblin chiefs had dropped a battered old book,
its cover scorched but still readable.
Crow's Eye of Insight immediately picked it up:
[Item Acquired: Skill Book — "Charge" (C Rank)]
[Effect: Instantly close distance to an enemy, boosting first hit damage by 20%. Cooldown: 10 seconds.]
It wasn't flashy.
It wasn't godlike.
But Crow understood something most players didn't —
momentum was everything.
A skill like this could allow him to instantly close gaps and strike first, which could save him crucial seconds in battle.
Without hesitation,
he learned it.
[Skill Learned: C Rank "Charge"!]
He flicked open his Active Skills tab:
SSS Rank — Eye of Insight SSS Rank — Bloodline Reversion SSS Rank — Undead Arise S Rank — Bone Armor SSSS Rank — Divine Contract SSS Rank — Pocket Dimension SSS Rank — Endless Dominion C Rank — Charge
Crow's forces had grown once again.
And now?
They were preparing for the Origin War.
The world wouldn't survive the storm he was about to unleash.