Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons

Chapter 308: Even Enemies Shared Disgust

Walking on the street, Thoren could feel every curious gaze fixed upon his body, yet he paid them no attention.

His calm footsteps echoed through the silent atmosphere like the tolling of a war drum.

Doors remained tightly shut.

Windows stayed firmly closed.

Humans and Jackal Beastmen alike did not dare breathe too loudly.

Merely staring at the army of undead servants was enough to leave nightmares etched into their minds for many nights.

Most terrifying of all was the massive undead Dust Naga coiled at the center of the street.

Its enormous body towered over the nearby buildings while its eyeless skull radiated a suffocating pressure that weighed heavily upon every living soul nearby.

The dried blood staining its serrated teeth sent chills crawling through countless spines.

No one dared look at it for too long.

After walking for several minutes, Thoren finally stopped before a two-story building.

Among all the damaged structures lining the street, this building remained one of the rare few still standing mostly intact.

Seeing him halt before the building, the people secretly following behind him became confused.

"What is he trying to do?"

"Is he planning to destroy another building?"

"If this continues, the entire town will collapse."

"Ah... I have nowhere else to go..."

Fear immediately gripped the hearts of everyone present.

Now that the brutal battle had ended, their terror slowly shifted toward the fate of the town itself.

Within the endless Bleeding Desert, surviving without a settlement was almost impossible.

The desert storms alone could bury entire groups alive beneath endless dunes.

Then there were the horrifying creatures roaming beneath the sands.

Without walls for protection, nobody would survive for long.

Thus, every person present silently prayed Thoren would not reduce the town into ruins in another wave of slaughter.

Just as the thoughts of the crowd spiraled further into panic, Thoren finally spoke.

"I need five people," he said calmly.

His voice was neither loud nor threatening, yet within the unnaturally silent street, every syllable rang clearly in everyone’s ears.

Silence immediately followed.

For several long seconds, the entire town seemed to hold its breath.

Nothing moved.

Even the desert wind appeared to have vanished.

Although Thoren never called anyone by name, everybody knew he was addressing them. Fear tightened around their hearts like iron chains.

Should they step forward or remain hidden?

If they refused, would he kill them?

If they obeyed, would they still die anyway?

Countless thoughts flashed through their minds rapidly.

No one dared move carelessly.

Some people had already begun trembling uncontrollably.

Just then, soft footsteps echoed from the corner of the street. Instantly, every gaze shifted toward the sound. Walking calmly through the blood stained road were two humans.

A young man.

And a young woman.

Their expressions remained calm without visible fear.

Looking at the pair, Thoren raised his brow slightly before a faint smile appeared upon his face.

"I thought both of you would still be recovering from your injuries," he said calmly. "Why are you here?"

The two individuals were the Hunter and the Healer.

The Hunter laughed lightly before scratching the back of his head.

"With everything happening today, how could we possibly rest peacefully?" he replied. "Besides, our injuries were never that serious."

The Healer nodded gently beside him.

"Do not mind him," she said sincerely. "Without your help earlier, neither of us would still be alive. Thank you once again."

"It was nothing," Thoren answered dismissively.

Watching the three converse so casually, the people hiding nearby could barely believe their eyes.

"Are my eyes deceiving me?"

"How is this possible?"

"That devil can actually smile?"

Shock spread quietly throughout the crowd.

To them, the silver haired young man standing amidst mountains of corpses no longer resembled a normal human.

He looked more like a walking calamity wearing human skin.

Yet now, he stood there speaking calmly with others.

It felt surreal.

With the Hunter and the Healer stepping forward first, three additional humans eventually gathered enough courage to emerge from hiding.

Unlike the first two, these three were visibly nervous.

Their muscles remained tense while forced smiles hung awkwardly upon their pale faces.

Sweat dripped slowly from their foreheads despite the cold desert air.

Looking at them briefly, Thoren shook his head slightly.

"Relax," he said calmly. "I am not going to attack you."

Even after hearing those words, the three still failed to loosen their stiffened bodies.

The oppressive pressure surrounding the undead army remained overwhelming.

Standing close to Thoren felt like standing beside death itself.

After staring at them momentarily, Thoren decided not to dwell on their fear any longer.

"This building belongs to the Slave Trade Guild," he announced calmly. "I want the five of you to search every corner thoroughly."

The moment they understood his intentions; visible relief appeared upon their faces.

"That is easy enough," the Hunter replied confidently. "As long as I am involved, nothing will remain hidden."

Without wasting further time, he immediately stepped into the building.

The others quickly followed behind him.

As long as Thoren had no intention of killing them, they were willing to obey almost anything he requested.

Meanwhile, the number of spectators hiding throughout the street continued increasing steadily.

Curiosity truly overwhelmed fear.

"What exactly is he searching for?"

"Have you ever heard about the Slave Trade Guild before today?"

"No. This is my first time hearing that name."

"Could they really be hiding something here?"

While the humans whispered nervously among themselves, even the remaining Jackal Beastmen watched with growing curiosity.

Several tense minutes slowly passed.

Then movement suddenly emerged from inside the building.

Creak!

The heavy doors slowly opened outward.

Immediately afterward, stunned gasps echoed throughout the street.

Human captives emerged first.

They were bound tightly in rusted chains.

Their bodies appeared horrifyingly thin.

Every rib protruded visibly beneath their skin like broken branches beneath cloth.

Their hollow eyes lacked life entirely.

Some barely managed to stand upright.

Others collapsed weakly onto the muddy road the moment they stepped outside.

Following behind them were several Jackal Beastmen prisoners.

Unlike their usual savage appearance, these Jackal Beastmen looked miserable beyond words.

Some had lost arms.

Others lacked legs.

Several were missing eyes, ears, or chunks of flesh entirely.

Painful groans escaped continuously from their lips. Every trace of their former ferocity had vanished completely.

Looking at the chained prisoners, the surrounding crowd stood frozen in disbelief.

Nobody expected such a horrifying sight hidden beneath the town.

However, the nightmare had only just begun.

More people emerged carrying heavy wooden boxes-stained dark red. The moment the lids opened, several spectators nearly vomited instantly.

Fresh blood filled the containers.

Severed human limbs lay piled carelessly inside like discarded meat.

Arms.

Legs.

Fingers.

Eyes.

Some body parts still looked freshly removed.

Additional boxes soon followed afterward.

Each one contained mangled flesh belonging to both humans and Jackal Beastmen alike.

The thick metallic smell of blood rapidly spread across the entire street.

Several people stumbled backward in horror. Others covered their mouths while trembling violently.

Suddenly, a trembling voice broke the suffocating silence.

"M My goodness..."

The whisper sounded weak.

Yet within the deathly still street, everyone heard it clearly.

Shock rapidly transformed into fury.

Human awakeners clenched their fists tightly.

Several Jackal Beastmen released furious growls beneath their breath.

Hatred slowly ignited within countless eyes.

Even enemies who had slaughtered each other moments earlier now stared at the horrifying evidence with shared disgust.

Meanwhile, Thoren simply stood silently before the building.

His expression never changed.

His deep blue eyes remained calm and cold from beginning to end.

At that moment, every person presents finally understood something terrifying.

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