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Dean McKenzie, in Blackwater City, was dragging away the president of Blackwater City’s sub-branch.

He cleaned out the president’s office and the Promotion Temple.

In the end, Dean McKenzie even took a detour to the Blackwater City Professional Alliance’s restaurant warehouse, packing all the food supplies.

The whole process spanned over half a day.

During this time, not a single person in Blackwater City dared to resist or even breathe too loudly.

They were just like the president of Blackwater City’s sub-branch, Finn Richardson, and like 80 to 90% of the alliance members of this era.

Cowardly, timid.

Doing what they believed was right. In their view, their task ranged from earning a few silver coins to several gold coins per month. There was no reason nor necessity to risk their lives for this amount of money!

That would be utterly unworthy!

As for the responsibility behind their work.

Sorry, they didn’t understand.

The reaction of Blackwater City made Dean McKenzie fully aware of what a thing such so-called Professional Alliance really was.

Such an organization, at most, could only ensure a place’s relative stability, nothing more!

Only then did Dean McKenzie realize how much of a blessing it was to live in Spring City in this era.

People like Anthony were as precious as pandas!

Even so, Dean McKenzie had no thought of ‘this world is so corrupt; I must change this damn world’.

That’s not just his nature.

‘Til just do what I can and what I think I should do!”

Coming out of Blackwater City, Dean McKenzie headed straight back to Blackwater Mine, to do the third thing he planned to.

It’s the “Resurrection Ritual of the Dead”!

This ritual originally required at least two thousand individuals of the same level.

Dean McKenzie chose to use two Fifth-turn beings instead, which was also in compliance with the rules.

Therefore, after arriving at Blackwater Mine, Dean McKenzie started to operate according to the knowledge of the ritual in his memory.

Using the blood of the two Fifth-turn beings to draw the basic diagram of the ritual’s altar.

Finn Richardson made a huge contribution in this respect.

As a Fifth-turn Warrior, his vitality was tenacious and his blood was abundant.

Being cut in half, his body of over a hundred pounds could still bleed out tens of pounds of blood.

If it wasn’t for this, Dean McKenzie wouldn’t have been able to successfully draw the sacrificial base diagram after failing three times with just two people.

When the sacrificial base diagram came out, Finn Richardson was completely panicked, pleading with Dean McKenzie incessantly.

“No, don’t sacrifice me!

I don’t want to die!

Please let me go. I still have money…lots of money!

I’ll give it all to you. Just let me go!”

“Do you know what you’re doing?

You’re provoking the Alliance… the Alliance will not let you go!”

“I beg you…I was wrong…please let me go…or kill me…don’t sacrifice me!”

Finn Richardson, realizing he was on the brink of being sacrificed, swung crazily from pleading to hysteria, and back to pleading.

He would rather die than become a sacrificial offering.

But whether he pleaded or acted hysterical, Dean McKenzie ignored him, calmly finished the diagram, and brought him and the other one to the sacrificial area.

At the same time, Dean McKenzie carefully carried the bodies of Piggy Princess and her maid, Chloe from the Land of Bone and placed them in the center of the altar.

Once everything was ready, Dean McKenzie took a deep breath to recall the information about the “Resurrection Ritual of the Dead”, and then proceeded according to the content he remembered.

The first step was to imbue the altar’s diagram with his own Mana.

After more than a hundred thousand Mana surged out, Dean McKenzie still felt unsatisfied.

He opened the Gate of Bone, recovering while pouring his own Mana into it. After a grueling hour, he finally stopped after pouring millions of Mana into the altar.

Then came the chanting.

“Lord Augustus Lucifer, the God of Wraiths who holds the power of death, I offer these sacrifices and ask you to resurrect these two dead before my eyes!”

With the sound of Dean McKenzie’s chant, a faint glow began to emanate from the altar beneath his feet.

With the emergence of this light, Dean McKenzie suddenly felt as if he were being inspected.

As if something was watching him.

That scrutinizing gaze made Dean McKenzie somewhat overwhelmed. If it weren’t for his agility of thousands, Dean McKenzie’s legs would have buckled.

This is the first time Dean McKenzie deeply understood how powerful these so-called gods really were.

When the difference in strength between two parties reached a certain level, fighting was out of the question. Even the most insignificant attention from a huge distance could very nearly overwhelm Dean McKenzie.

Fortunately, this scrutiny did not last long.

Quickly, the gaze was retracted from Dean McKenzie, and the system prompts started to refresh in front of Dean McKenzie’s eyes.

[The God of Wraith has responded to your ritual. He seems to be interested in you and has given you a small reward!]

[You gained the[Blessing of the God of Wraith](Your next promotion will definitely increase by one level (minimum Nightmare), and once the promotion is completed, the profession will surely upgrade to Perfect Quality)!]

[Your[Resurrection Ritual of the Dead]was successful!]

Three system prompts refreshed.

The altar in front of Dean McKenzie’s eyes lit up completely, and following that, the two Fifth-turn beings on the altar turned completely into dust. Meanwhile, all the power of the altar was poured into Piggy Princess Elisa and her maid, Chloe.

As the altar’s power was infused, their bodies gradually came back to life.

Their shattered bodies swiftly recovered, and very soon both of them opened their eyes.

Standing face-to-face, Dean McKenzie could easily recognize their clear and silly eyes. He knew without a doubt that these two were indeed them.

Success!

A smile broke out on Dean McKenzie’s face.

But Dean’s smile barely lasted three seconds before it froze again.

Because the wind began to weather the skin of the fully recovered Piggy maid and princess.

“What’s going on?”

Dean didn’t understand, then the system prompt refreshed.

[The God of the Wraith has made a gift for you, granted the two reincarnated with eternal life, and changed their races!]

At that moment, Dean McKenzie’s eyes bulged, and his fists clenched tightly.

Who the hell wants this kind of gift?

Even before Dean’s fury could fully manifest, the system prompt refreshed again.

[The race of your Resurrection Ritual target, maid Chloe, has been changed and she has become a Charming Demon Princess guard!]

[The race of your Resurrection Ritual target, Princess Pig Elisa, has been changed and she has become a Charming Demon Princess!]

“What the hell? Charming Demon?”

Dean, in the throes of his rage, was momentarily taken aback and hurriedly looked over at the maid and princess pigs.

Upon looking, Dean saw two figures that made his blood boil.

For a moment, that uncontrollable rage of Dean’s seemed to lessen, but it quickly grew even bigger.

Because the system prompt refreshed again.

[Detected that you are taking characters from the instance, you cannot take characters out before the instance is fully cleared. The related characters will be immediately deported back to the instance!]

The next second, a radiant light enveloped those two bodies that made his blood boil.

Then, Dean had no chance to clearly see what the maid and princess pigs looked like, they were forcibly sent back to the instance world.

Looking at the two who disappeared in a blink, Dean was stunned for a long time.

After a long moment of silence, he muttered cursing: “What the hell?

Can I bring dead bodies but not people?

This rule is so damn unreasonable!”

Grumble as he might, in this moment, Dean found his determination to clear the [Goblin Uprising] instance even stronger.

Although there were unexpected changes during the Resurrection Ritual of the Dead, it was successfully completed in the end.

Even though after resurrection, the princess and maid were sent back.

But anyway, as long as they’re alive, it’s all good.

They revived and Dean’s smothered mood from the instance world and Blackwater Mine was relaxed.

Then, Dean happily hit the road.

Even though the poor performance of Blackwater City Professional Alliance made Dean realize that the Alliance is very unlikely to make a big fuss over him,

But after all, he killed their branch president and stole a promotion temple, he must run away.

Give some respect to others.

As for where to run, Dean had already thought it over.

He didn’t stay at the Blackwater City Rescue Center for nothing. He seriously took Anthony’s advice and studied a lot during that period.

But Dean was still not interested in history, he was interested in geography though.

So, he spent some time studying the map of Rouge at the Rescue Center.

And locked onto one place.

The Ten Thousand Mountains of the South Barbarians in Rouge!

According to the information Dean had, The Ten Thousand Mountains of the South Barbarians did not belong to the Professional Alliance’s map, it was under the control of the South Barbarians.

The Professional Alliance has less control over there.

Another reason was that the Ten Thousand Mountains of the South Barbarians were rich in resources.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are divided into three circles: outer, middle, and inner.

All three areas possessed plentiful maps for leveling up.

The outer area boasted third-level maps, the middle ring had maps up to the six-level, and it was rumored that the innermost area even had eighth-level maps.

You could say, it had all kinds of maps.

From birth to death, there’s always a map suitable for you.

Dean was very fond of such a place. He planned to go there and grind for a year and a half before coming out.

The road out of Spring City was almost a consistent beating for him. Dean was not happy with this kind of life, and the maps in the area controlled by the Professional Alliance were basically under the control of the Professional Alliance.

With his current identity, if he continues to stay, his strength will not increase.

As for whether it’ll go smoothly over there or not?

Dean currently couldn’t manage to care much about it, he would decide once he got there.

He left the Blackwater Mine and headed directly towards The Ten Thousand Mountains of the South Barbarians in a wild rush.

As for the fact that he didn’t tell Mrs. Hawkins before leaving?

Dean reasoned, there was no need, he was holding Mrs. Hawkins’ black crystal, she would surely be able to divine where he was, right?

What Dean did not know was that shortly after he left Blackwater City, a mysterious person dressed in a black robe, Mrs. Hawkins, landed in Blackwater City with the sister with two ponytails who was carrying a hammer.

Upon arrival, Mrs. Hawkins was momentarily stunned.

“Where’s the person? The one that I left here, where is he?

How could such a large living person go missing?”

“Can’t you divine?”

The pony-tailed girl said: “Then divine and see!”

The mysterious Mrs.. Hawkins’ face awkwardly broke into a smile and said, “Can I confess that once the thing I gave him leaves my range, even I won’t be able to divine him?”