Chapter 9: The Weakness
I need to be certain of my victory.
I, Lord Horus and the Death Knights. Between the three, there is no question that I am the weakest.
I was able to hunt the monsters in the woods only because I had the Lord’s support. I may have grown a little owing to experience and evolution, but in reality, I have not changed all that much from before.
Typically, when a civilian with no combat experience turns into a zombie, an infamous undead of the lowest rank, it is said that their fighting ability will grow with time.
Basically, there is a limiter in every human brain.
It appears that if humans exert their fullest strength, the resulting backlash will damage their body. The limiter exists to prevent that from happening, much like a safety switch. Owing to this limiter, humans are able to live a healthy life, but at the same time they are rendered unable to exert their fullest strength.
On the contrary, once turned into an undead, this safety switch disappears along with the sense of pain. Humans transformed into zombies do not fear wounds and exhibit the kind of inhuman strength that sets them apart from humans. They cannot be stopped due to their lack of sense of pain until they are killed.
For an undead, the body is not the source of its life, so even with its heart pierced through and its limbs torn apart, it will still devour its opponents with a single-minded grudge.
However, since I was a fleshman upon revival and not a zombie, there were a few differences that set us apart. Also one of the reasons I was able to defeat a monster right after revival despite having had a weak disposition. The other reason being the Lord overseeing my recovery and keeping the monsters in check. If not for that, it is highly likely that, with no combat experience, I would have easily perished. I could not be more grateful towards him.