Hundreds Years After I Was Called [Just Corpse], I’ve Become Strongest Undead When I Woke Up

sters I killed along the way on top of the counter as my payment.
These materials were probably worth more than the clothing I stole.

「With this set of new clothes, I can walk freely during the day.」

However, I couldn’t check the effectiveness of my disguise since it was the middle of the night.
Well, in the morning, I should try walking downtown and looking inconspicuous.

「… Uhm?」

What was this?
What was this… feeling?

I stopped walking as soon as I felt something was off.

「Is it coming from… that direction?」

I turned around and walked toward the direction where I felt that something was off.
Even though I had no idea what was waiting for me in that direction, I just knew that “something” was there.

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.
What attracted me was the feeling that the “something” over there was related to me.
The only problem was that I had no idea what was waiting for me there.

I kept walking in that direction by following my intuition while erasing my presence and miasma as much as I could.
Finally, I arrived in front of a certain detached house.

There were no signs of life coming from this house.
It seemed this house was uninhabited.

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But my instincts told me that there was “something” inside.

I entered the building from a window that was left open.
But I still couldn’t find anything, even after searching the entire house.

「Strange? Is it just my imaginati-… Uhm, there’s “something” in the basement…」

As soon as I sensed the basement, I discovered an unnatural handle upon searching the floor.
What appeared when I pulled up that handle was a staircase that continued down to the basement.

「Is it a ghost…- The h*eck, I’m an undead.
Why should I be afraid of a ghost?」

I readied myself for an unexpected situation and descended to the basement.
Upon arriving…

「What in the… world is this?」

Frankly speaking, this was a torture room.

I saw so many dangerous looking weapons or similarly dangerous tools all over the room.
Each one of them was plastered and caked with blood, as if to say that they had just been used to torture someone in this room.

In addition, I could tell from the air in this room—the iron-like stench of new blood—that the deed had been performed recently.
Upon closer inspection, I realized the blood had yet to dry.

And, in the corner of the room was a pile—a pile composed of the corpses of several humans.

This scene would surely make me vomit if I wasn’t an undead.

「Someone found out, huh…」
「!!」

I turned around at once.

Over there, I saw a handsome man in his thirties with a sword strapped to his waist.
His long hair was tied behind his back and his body was tall and lean, yet it was obviously a body that had been tempered by hard training.

Even though it seemed like he was full of openings, I could tell that it wasn’t the case.
He had a sharp aura that pricked my skin.

However, I couldn’t feel a sign of vitality from this man.
Upon a closer inspection, he didn’t even breath or blink his eyes.

「No way, are you an… undead?」

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My intuition told me so.

And just like that, I finally understood the sensation I felt a while ago.
I see now, it seemed the “something” that made me visit this place was none other than the undead in front of me.

Although I had no idea about the other party, it seemed I had an ability to track my fellow undead.

「… What? So you’re an undead… too? Sure enough, I don’t feel any vital signs from you, but…」

It seemed the other party had that ability too.
Nevertheless, I was more surprised seeing there was another undead who could speak apart from me.

I felt a sense of affinity with my kins-

… Wait a minute.
I frantically shook my head, dismissing that feeling from my head.

This guy was obviously different from me.
The reason was none other than this room itself.

He was probably the culprit behind those corpses.
Screw that—not just “probably.” His other hand was dragging a young woman by her feet.
I knew that young woman was barely alive from the slight undulation of her chest.

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「… What are you going to do to that person?」
「Torture her as much as I can, then kill her.」

His reply was heartless and clear.
He didn’t even try to hide his intentions from me.

「For what reason?」
「Because it’s my master’s orders… As if there’s another reason for that.」
「Master?」
He spoke like a deranged zealot, fanatically praising his god.

「He’s our king… Jean Diego-sama.
This room and those corpses are my offering… for that person.」

… It seemed I met an undead that was clearly in contrast with a peace loving undead like me.