“Bastard!! Scum!!!! Knight Turner!! May you die a horrible death!!” Ethan Clark shouted angrily at the horse’s rear, but the only response he got was:

　　“Uhh～～～～uhh～～～～～”

　　“Uhh～～～～uhh～～～uhh woo～～～～”

　　The voices of over a hundred zombies swirled around Ethan Clark’s ears. Although, as a wizard, Ethan Clark could understand their language, that didn’t mean Ethan Clark could communicate with these zombies, whose only desire was to eat human flesh.

　　“Wah woo～～～～”

　　A zombie with only half its face left suddenly lunged at Ethan Clark from the side. Ethan Clark had no time to curse that unchivalrous Knight Turner anymore. He immediately jumped to the wooden hut’s fence, kicked open a window, and darted inside.

　　“Uhh!!!! Uhh!!!!” Even more miserable howls echoed in the pitch-black hut!

　　“Rip!!” Two bloody mouths instantly appeared on Ethan Clark’s shoulders. As the mouths tore in opposite directions, a large chunk of flesh was ripped from his shoulders, exposing the pale bone beneath.

　　Ethan Clark gritted his teeth against the pain, rolled on the ground to dodge the zombie lunging from behind, but in the next moment, all four windows of the hut were smashed. Seven or eight ravenous zombies leapt inside, surrounding Ethan Clark.

　　“Uhh woo!!!!”

　　Like wolves dividing up a piece of meat, the seven or eight zombies stretched out their gray-black claws and opened their worm-filled mouths, all pouncing at Ethan Clark in the center!

　　At the critical moment, Ethan Clark yanked open the ring on the floor and dove into the hut’s underground wine cellar at lightning speed!

　　“Clack!!” Ethan Clark didn’t even have time to close the cellar door; instead, the zombies’ bodies crashed down and slammed the door shut. Ethan Clark tumbled down the narrow stairs to the bottom.

　　He had no time to catch his breath. Enduring the searing pain in his shoulders, he forced himself to lift a heavy wine barrel, climbed back up the stairs, and jammed the barrel under the cellar door to block the zombies from coming down.

Chapter 004: The Hairpin Piercing the Heart

　　“What do I do! What do I do now!!” Ethan Clark scrambled down the stairs, struggling internally. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the zombies smashed the barrel, and then countless zombies would pour in.

　　Ethan Clark was a wizard who dealt with the undead, but he was just a rookie. The only wizard skill he had learned—reviving corpses—had never been completed. Besides, even if he had mastered the corpse revival skill, it would be useless now.

　　“I’ve been traveling for over a month without seeing a single corpse, and now suddenly there are over a hundred, all moving! Damn it! Am I, Ethan Clark, really going to be food for these ugly, disgusting things?” Ethan Clark leaned weakly against the wine rack.

　　“Bang～～～bang～～～～～～”

　　A huge group of zombies slammed against the cellar door, making the entire wine cellar shake. Dust and wood chips fell from the ceiling onto Ethan Clark, whose body trembled along with the cellar.

　　“Hmph, worst case, I’ll go down with you. If I die, I’ll die with honor!” Ethan Clark glanced at the wine rack in the cellar. If he poured out all the wine and struck a flint, he could at least burn to death any zombies that dared to come down.

　　But Ethan Clark was unwilling! He had noble blood. To die in a horde of zombies like this would be a disgrace.

　　Ethan Clark was not from this country. He was born in the Kingdom of Zhan, its sole heir. When he was six, the kingdom was destroyed, and he became a slave. After four years of slavery, he was finally found by his aunt from the Feiai family, and only then did he become a half-young master in the Feiai family.

　　With the noble blood of the Kingdom of Zhan flowing in his veins, Ethan Clark was never content to be a dependent young master. When he learned he had no talent, he resolutely chose the forbidden arts of the great kingdoms—wizardry. For ten years, besides studying wizardry, he frantically absorbed all kinds of knowledge, becoming one of the few young scholars in the entire kingdom.

　　Yet just as he was full of ambition and ready to travel the world, he was forced into this dark cellar, facing a horde of zombies waiting to devour his flesh and blood... How could Ethan Clark not be furious!

　　The pounding of the zombies hammered at Ethan Clark’s heart. Fear, anger, unwillingness, hatred—all kinds of shadows enveloped him. Memories and illusions flashed through his mind...

　　But in Ethan Clark’s eyes, there was never any despair!

　　Finally, Ethan Clark suddenly stood up, his fists trembling as he clenched them tight!

　　“So what if I’ve fallen! As long as I’m alive!” Ethan Clark said with determination.

　　Yes, he had thought of one last way, even though it was a method no one had ever tried before!

　　Ethan Clark opened the small pouch he always carried. Inside were the materials needed for his first spell: ghost blood grass, brain maggots, preservative, and a woman’s menstrual blood.