Chapter 282 - 2: The Lost Civilization
"Lome, we still need to observe Bear’s enhancement of abilities further. Although he doesn’t seem to have any major issues with defense or responsiveness, for a successful Undead Warrior, these are just the most basic requirements. As a practitioner of Dark Spells, it’s not just about restoring his innate reflexes, but also gradually discovering his conditional reflexes developed after birth. For example, when there’s an enemy attack, you just need to give him a hint, and he’ll use all the various methods he employed in his lifetime to launch an assault on the enemy. Of course, not every Zombie Warrior can achieve this kind of ability; it requires the zombie to have fairly favorable conditions when it is formed. As a Silver Corpse, Bear is basically qualified, but a Silver Corpse is the foundation for cultivating a Golden Corpse. To turn Bear into an exceptional Golden Corpse, we need to ensure that the foundation laid during the Silver Corpse stage is much more solid."
Like a mentor full of love and patience, gently guiding his charge, Komer spoke with tenderness in his tone. The student before him, brimming with curiosity, was like a newborn in many respects, a blank slate. When Komer wiped her memories, he unavoidably altered many of her habits associated with the Church of Light. It forced Komer to continually guide her in everyday life so that she could have a whole new existence. As a student, she was outstanding in every respect, especially in her unusual talent for absorbing magical knowledge, which made her increasingly attractive to Komer like a magnet.
Naming the nameless zombie something akin to a pet’s name was a compromise reached between Komer and Lome after much debate. After seeing the Bear Head Emblem of the Caucasus Lord, Lome stubbornly insisted on giving the zombie such a comically warm name, and Komer ultimately had to overturn his thoughts and agree with her. But whenever he spoke the name, it seemed somewhat awkward and carried an indescribable sense of absurdity and hilarity.
"Oh, I see, the Great Sage wants Bear to have a good start at the Silver Corpse stage so that it will be more beneficial for Bear’s development later on. Is that what the Great Sage means?" The girl asked, tilting her head playfully, a knowing smile on her face. Her delicate and tender features, like a flower bud nourished by morning dew, were exceptionally pretty. She looked both a little proud and somewhat expectant, as if waiting for Komer’s praise.
"Yes, Lome is right. The stronger the foundation, the better the achievements in later stages. Hardship first, reward later—that’s the necessary path for cultivating one’s abilities." Though it was an insignificant question, seeing her hopeful expression, Komer couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth and praised her.
At Komer’s praise, the girl’s face flushed with delight, the sparkle in her eyes somehow familiar to Komer, reminiscent of another girl’s eyes. But at this moment, he seemed quite willing to enjoy this admiring, reverential look mixed with a hint of other emotions.
The zombie called Bear continued to leap and maneuver tirelessly around the room, the tip of his stiletto sword now showing a steady dark gleam, indicating that the Fighting Qi he was channeling was beginning to become substantial. Under the agitation of the Fighting Qi, balls of iron and throwing weapons flew past, but none could break through under the sweep of the zombie’s sword screen. Even iron balls that came hurtling directly were deflected with a shower of sparks, demonstrating that the zombie’s strength had made a considerable leap from before.
Watching the figure dance in the room filled Komer with uncontrollable pride. Even during Lome’s training, Komer never neglected the cultivation and enhancement of the zombie’s abilities. After all, this was the true force that could be absolutely devoted to serving him. In times of danger, it could even sacrifice itself to save its master. Its level of strength directly determined his own power.
After a mental suggestion, the zombie’s movements immediately ceased. Komer activated his Cosmic Bag, which began to bulge slowly, its mouth seeming to swallow the heavens and earth. The surrounding space twisted, and the zombie suddenly darted into the bag. Following a series of spells, the Cosmic Bag slowly shrank and eventually returned to palm-size.