That person saw the questioning look in my eyes, raised an eyebrow casually, and said with a roguish grin, “I don’t know what this thing is either, but I fought a fierce battle with Rocky because of it. This thing comes from an ancient tomb in the Dark World. Maybe if you get a chance to explore there someday, you’ll be able to uncover its secrets. Oh! Rocky calls it the Golden Shroud, but that name sounds terrible, so I hate it!”

Chapter Four Ugly King

I picked up the “Golden Shroud,” and for a moment, stood up in a daze.

This person had said many unbelievable things. The reason I didn’t question him was because I was forcing myself to believe it all—I needed a target for my revenge to keep myself going.

Even now, I still can’t believe that I, who once had a family—though not wealthy, just living an ordinary, peaceful life—have suddenly become an orphan! And now I’m entangled with the damn Dark World.

Besides hatred, there was a lot of confusion in my heart.

He suddenly smiled and said, “Actually, choosing to resurrect your parents would be easier than killing Rocky. But if you want to bring someone back to life, you still have to enter the Dark World…”

“What!” My whole body trembled, and I looked at him in disbelief. “The Dark World can really bring the dead back to life?” He chuckled, “Yes!”

I shouted, “Tell me, how can I resurrect the dead?”

“The Dark World has the power to resurrect the dead! But… whether it’s killing Rocky or bringing someone back to life, both are far beyond your reach. I’m just telling you it’s possible. I’ve never possessed such power myself, so of course I can’t tell you how to resurrect the dead. But if you can enter the Dark World, you can look for someone called Ugly King. He’s the only person I know who has the power to bring back the dead. Ugly King has a terrible temper, and killing people is as easy as breathing for him. You’d better have some strength before you go looking for him, or he might kill you first, and then there’ll be no hope left.”

“How can I find Ugly King?”

He shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Ugly King’s whereabouts are always mysterious. You’ll have to rely on your own strength to find him.” Seeing that I had calmed down and was no longer so impulsive, he waved his hand and tossed me a room card, smiling gently, “I booked two rooms. You can go to the one next door and get a good night’s sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be a little bit better—including the person you hate.”

I stood up like a walking corpse, pushed open the door, and walked into the hallway.

I didn’t even think about which side he meant by “next door.” I just walked a couple of steps and tried the room card in my hand. I was lucky—the door clicked open right away. I turned the handle, numbly inserted the card into the power slot, then walked into the room and sat blankly on a chair, not moving for a long, long time.

Outside, night gradually deepened. Suddenly, I felt something sticky on my head, so I reached up to touch it.

I had almost forgotten about the Golden Shroud in my hand, but that touch reopened the wound on my head—who knows when I’d gotten it—causing fresh blood to stain the cloth.

“Damn!”

Even though I didn’t like this golden cloth, and hated the ugly name “Golden Shroud” even more, this thing represented my hope for revenge against Rocky, so I couldn’t let it get dirty. I hurriedly stood up, about to go to the bathroom to clean it, but then I couldn’t believe my eyes. The blood that had stained the Golden Shroud was actually being absorbed into it.

This cloth, which looked like gold, made a sucking sound, like a child drinking through a straw, and soon it was spotlessly clean again.

Instinctively, I wiped it across my head, but quickly realized how stupid that was.

By the time I realized, it was too late—the “Golden Shroud” suddenly sprouted countless fleshy tendrils that burrowed into my wound, and in an instant, my face turned deathly pale.

“Get the hell off me!”

I yanked it off with all my strength, almost tearing off a large chunk of flesh from my head along with it.

This thing was unbelievably sinister—it actually wanted to drink my blood and eat my flesh. I stomped it on the ground, not knowing what to do with it. Just then, I spotted a lighter the hotel had provided for guests. I grabbed it, and when I lit the lighter and held the “Golden Shroud” over the flame, an extremely furious voice echoed in my mind.

“Wretched creature, how dare you destroy my great will! I will punish you…”

“Great my ass! You want to eat my flesh and drink my blood, so you damn well better be ready for the consequences.” I shouted angrily, but a chilling sensation immediately seized my heart, as if some indescribable ghostly thing was trying to invade my mind. I didn’t know how to deal with “it,” so I could only scream and shout desperately, trying to make myself seem more “ferocious.”