Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World - Chapter 725

Capítulo 725: Allies [2] (Edited)

With the old man’s spatial abilities, they moved on to the next race stationed on the second floor.

The Stonekin.

Unlike the Amazari, the Stonekin did not live above ground. Their domain lay beneath the desert itself, hidden far below the shifting sands of the second floor. What appeared barren and lifeless on the surface concealed an enormous subterranean civilization carved directly into bedrock.

The Stonekin were short, barely half the height of an average human, but their bodies were dense and compact, formed of stone fused flesh that gave them a weight and solidity far beyond their size.

Their society was structured and rigid, built around craftsmanship. Unlike the Amazari, leadership among the Stonekin was not determined by gender, but by merit, age, and power.

The meeting was brief but decisive.

Though they did not have any internal conflict, they needed no convincing.

After deliberation, they committed two Rank Three elders to the effort.

With their agreement secured, the group departed the second floor.

The old man’s spatial authority folded space once more, carrying them upward toward the boundary between floors.

The third floor marked a shift in atmosphere.

Where the second floor alternated between desert and forest, the third was dominated by a vast sea, floating landmasses, and endless wind currents.

It was a world made entirely of islands.

It was here that the Veyari made their home.

The Veyari were a winged race, tall and slender, with pale skin and feathered wings.

Michael mentally classified them as a variant of angels, if one ignored their eagle-like faces.

The Veyari were harder to negotiate with. After a polite but firm refusal, they declined to provide assistance.

From there, the group ascended once more.

The fourth floor was encased in perpetual twilight, its terrain covered in slightly muddy sands.

This was the territory of the Nightshell race.

Unlike the other races, the Nightshell had experienced direct losses from internal sabotage. With new information and external support now available, they did not hesitate to join.

Their Rank Threes were not overtly powerful, but they added to the group’s collective strength.

The next destination lay on the fifth floor.

The Iron Humans.

At first glance, the fifth floor looked almost normal.

Like the other floors, there was no sun. Instead, a dim, diffuse light filled the sky evenly, neither bright nor dark, yet nothing was truly obscured. It created a false sense of normalcy.

Michael found it unsettling.

This was a floor that looked peaceful enough to make one forget where it existed.

Soon, they reached Iron Human territory.

The Iron Humans were human in shape, but not in appearance. Their skin carried a muted grey tone, ranging from pale ash to dark steel, as if iron dust had permanently fused into their flesh.

Their bodies were heavier than those of normal humans.

On the fifth floor, their cities were carved directly into the mountains.

Massive gate structures guarded every major approach. Watchtowers lined the ridges, each manned at all times by sentries clad in heavy armor.

Beneath the extraordinary exterior, their civilization was strangely familiar.

Michael recognized it almost immediately.

Their governance, logistics, and social hierarchy mirrored Aurora’s in many ways.

The difference lay in their era.

One was modern, the other medieval.

Power among the Iron Humans was tightly concentrated, but this was not Michael’s concern at the moment. It was knowledge for later.

The Iron race had also suffered.

Internal unrest had shaken their foundations more violently than they admitted publicly, which made their agreement swift.

The next transition carried them to the sixth floor.

This floor was divided cleanly down the middle.

Not gradually. Not symbolically.

Literally.

Half of the world was bathed in perpetual day, while the other half was locked in eternal night.

A sharp, visible boundary ran across the land like a scar, separating light from darkness with unnatural precision.

The sky on the day side glowed with a pale, steady brilliance.

The night side was the opposite.

A deep, ember-tinted darkness hung overhead, and the ground there was dark, scorched, and warm, radiating heat even through heavy boots.

Michael instinctively slowed his steps.

Beside him, the Starborn adjusted his pace as well, unconsciously falling into stride. Out of everyone present, the Starborn was the only one Michael felt even vaguely comfortable around. They were not the same, but they were close enough to share an unspoken understanding.

As they advanced, the Starborn quietly explained the nature of the sixth floor.

The day side, despite its brightness, was cold. Mana there was abundant, pure, and unusually stable.

The night side, ironically, was hot.

Two races ruled this floor.

The Starborn occupied the night side.

The Drakeblood ruled the day.

As two of the strongest races in the universe, they could afford this dominance.

In hell, this type of setting was not rare.

The sixth floor was classified as a special floor.

Floors in Hell were sometimes termed special if they possessed additional traits that demanded attention.

Not all special floors were obvious at first glance.

The sixth floor was special for reasons that went far beyond its dramatic division.

Special floors in Hell were not defined by appearance alone. They were defined by function.

The sixth floor was one such place.

The cold, illuminated half of the world was saturated with mana to a degree rarely seen in the early floors. This was not chaotic mana, nor was it aggressive. It was dense, calm, and remarkably stable.

This abundance of mana also gave rise to unique resources.

The other half of the floor was its inverse.

The night side was hot, but not in a destructive way. The heat was constant, deep, and penetrating. It did not burn the skin outright. Instead, it seeped into muscle, bone, and blood, stimulating the body at a fundamental level.

This side of the floor was rich in a different kind of energy.

Prolonged exposure strengthened muscle fibers, increased bone density, and enhanced bodily resilience. Cultivators who trained physical techniques here found their progress accelerated, especially those focused on raw strength, endurance, or bloodlines.