Chapter 6: Suspicion
I can feel the power surging through my body. I truly wonder how long it has been since I was given new life.
The Lord has started to regard me with strong suspicion.
“…There is still no change…hmph…even though he should have already gotten a lot stronger…”
At the laboratory. After our daily hunting routine was over and done with, the Lord quietly groaned and looked at my face. I presumed the face of a puppet.
There’s a rule of thumb to everything. The research on undead does not seem to have progressed very far since the practice of necromancy is prohibited. According to the books, a fleshman was estimated to need from six months to one year to evolve into a ghoul.
Needless to say, this varies from one undead to another.
If an undead is locked in a room with no means to accumulate kills, then no matter how much time passes, it will never undergo any evolution. On the other hand, an undead that participates in a large-scale war, will evolve at a tremendous speed. Meaning that the time needed to evolve from one rank to another is extremely short.
However, as far as my case is concerned, the Lord has been helping me accumulate kills after which he patches me up everyday. It would be inconceivable for me to take longer than the average fleshman to evolve.
It probably has not even been a year since I was resurrected. And I am sure it hasn’t been that long since I started to feel hunger.