Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Deadmanland.

A vicious red flame flared with a hot and bright intensity, as it soared from the sockets of an ancient existence donning a hooded robe.

The dark green figure of Somanda roared in mad rage as the Arch-Lich seethed with fury, the sides of his skull cracking from the sheer might of the force of his socket flame!

“RAAAAAAAAAR!”

His rageful bellow echoed all around the room, as he stood from his seat where he had been performing his ‘operation’.

The Arch-Lich’s body warped with fumes of rend space and death energy that saturated the entirety of this world which lacked much in the way of mana.

“What is this?! How can one’s state change so constantly?!” the undead spoke as his flames settled somewhat, his cracked skull starting to repair itself.

He lay his bony hand on his chin as he looked at a relatively familiar construct a few meters behind him in the expansive room.

A magic circle.

It was quite wide with an encirclement of hundreds of mana gems powering it.

This was the exact same magic circle that Skullius had escaped through, into Aigas._.

One would wonder if these small gems around it were even capable of powering up a construct meant to travel between worlds.

The truth was one of these mana gems held more mana that Somanda’s total mana capacity.

The thousands of gems harvested each day would be combined and condensed into singular gems holding a massive amount of mana over time and used for different functions such as these.

The magic circle glowed with a green hue and Somanda couldn’t help but shake his head as he was forced to remember the reality of that day when that little bugger had escaped through this.

“It still remains unstable. Even if I use all my strength, I’ll still be transported in a random location within the world’s already under my Jurisdiction. But Welva, Aigas, Riminris, the world’s I’m in the process of claiming with my chosen are still outside my reach…” Somanda mumbled to himself in frustration.

He couldn’t travel to Aigas before his messengers, his chosen, actualized the plan for his descent!

Such a thing could not be worked around even with this special formula magic circle that he had been sure would work on that day, ridding his need for those… Green Neolists and now, he still needed him.

“Hmmm. I could have claimed that one for myself and made the process faster. I could have tried extracting and planting those unique powers into a different vessel! I could have…. Ah… it matters not…” Somanda’s socket flame reduced to being a mere dot as he looked up.

“Keep him for now. The Eminence of Undeath will strike you down, as will we all, Voices of the Numerous Worlds,” Somanda directed his voice towards the Emissaries of a power that rivalled his master’s own.

***

Inhone City.

Guilds Association building.

“Damn those beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, voluptuous—”

“Get to the point, you idiot!”

“…Right. I mean those ladies have been taking all the requests and clearing the board of any jobs for us! What are we low level Guilds to do if they take away even the white Clusters?!”

“Well… because of the rise in Cluster activity, shouldn’t you be celebrating that a big Guild like the Harem’s Guild is doing something to help? Don’t you have a family that lives away from Inhone City now that I think about it, you jerk?!”

“….”

Silence from immense shame.

“What was that, Yonka? I’ll be right there…”

“Don’t dodge me you idiot!”

The Association building was bustling with activity as some mercenaries rushed up to the board which had actually been thinned out of requests because of the fervent desire of these abundant heroes from Guilds to-

Actually nope.

While there were dozens of mercenaries in the building right now with one to many Conqueror’s Halos around them, no one could dispute the fact that in a single day, no, half a day, a single Guild had cleared at least half of the requests that had come in!

To understand how insane this feat was, one needed to first account for the fact that those responsible had only started raiding the Clusters close to noon, and now, with the descent of the sun behind the horizon of the same day, much of the work had been covered!

Another thing to account for was the fact that a Guild or a mercenary was only allowed to collect another request from the board only after they had cleared the one they took before.

This was true even for the large Guilds like the EdgeKings and the Ravenclad Guild except of course when they were dealing with issues in their designated Jurisdictions within the region.

As these culprits had been encroaching on territories they did not have rights over, these being what the smaller Guilds and mercenaries lived on, they had to follow the procedure, but still…

They cleared so many Clusters that it was insane, using particularly speedy figures among them to carry the evidence of the cleared Cluster, rush to Inhone to collect another request and so on.

Thus, this cycle had gone on.

One would also notice that it was about to happen again in this instance.

“Oh crap! It’s them again! Why don’t they just go away!”

“Yeah, they’re literally stealing from us! This is unfair!”

“I could just…I could just… violate them right here!”

“…”

The clamour within the Guilds Association turned louder as three figures entered.

They were ladies, all from the Harem’s Guild with each carrying twelve halos that stacked over their bodies, giving them a radiant appearance.

If these were anything like solar flares, it would have been particularly hard to move within the city like this.

The halos didn’t outshine the terrifying waves of energy that these ladies emitted though, as in the lead, a fearsome lady with a cold expression moved with impactful steps, her silver hair looking to be washed with mana as it danced up and down.

Her armour was covered in blood of different colours and her appearance made most turn away especially when she looked their way.

She was Renialid, the First Flower, a title given to honour her as the first to join the Harem Guild and pledge herself to Tulnas and his ideals.

She was known as the strongest under Tulnas in the Guild and no one doubted it one bit within the Guild or outside.

The three ladies reached the reception where a sheepishly smiling woman spoke to them with respect.

“Welcome back. I didn’t think you’d be coming instead of that.. uhm..<cough> messenger girl to take on the next request. Haha…”

“We decided to switch. She’ll be hunting now instead,” Renialid said without the slightest change in her expression, her spatial storage ring spitting out a sacked beast’s head that was as large as her entire body.

The receptionist gulped.

“You still won’t take the reward for your cleared Clusters?” she asked.

“No. We’ll be fine,” the silver-haired lady turned as she went on to the board to take another request, the crowd parting for her as no one said anything to deny the ladies’ entry.

Quite the sight it was.

At the same time, quite an interesting meeting was occurring between a man and a woman within this same building, deciding the flow of future events…