In the city center of Almeria, the hotel's turnover was plummeting in a stark dive.

The reason was straightforward: due to the occupation by the Undead Army, human tourists had almost stopped visiting this seaside city, and the undead themselves had no need for sleep.

Thus, it wasn't just the hotels in the city but also the catering industry, entertainment industry, and other tertiary sectors that were shutting down or closing their doors, incurring losses so severe that even the owners were afraid to acknowledge the accounts.

As for the few out-of-town guests who had managed to check in, the hotel staff treated them like treasures—since the whole southern part of Iberia was overrun with undead, these guests had mostly postponed their original plans to leave, but that didn't mean they wouldn't switch hotels.

That day, a guest had just returned from outside, her hands laden with large and small bags of food... seemingly supplies she had purchased from outside.

Hence, the hotel attendants eagerly gathered around, helping her carry the bags all the way to the fifth floor, directly to her room door.

"Back already?" The one who opened the door was Thira.

"Yes." Medea brought in the food supplies and saw Nora, Sigrdrifa, Peggy, and Aske all gathered around the table playing Ludo.

Eleanor was sitting at a small table by the window, still working on her plan.

"How come you won again?" When Aske once again moved all four of his Ludo pieces to the finish, Nora smiled wryly and set down the dice.

"Oh my, such good luck befits a Squad Leader." Sigrdrifa laughed heartily. In this game, she had been the farthest behind; even three of her pieces got knocked back to the start halfway through, and by the end, she had not rolled a six to let them take off again.

"Truly worthy of being the Squad Leader, huh." Peggy chimed in, her sweet dimpled smile showing, though her gaze uncontrollably shifted toward the window.

Seeing her looking over, Miel quickly turned her head away, pretending to gaze outside the window along with Mia.

"New information?" Thira asked as she closed the room's door.

"Yes." Medea flicked her hair, replying languidly.

The progress of spying on the city was surprisingly smooth. Because the undead were compromised in their Mind Bodies, they were particularly susceptible to mind-type Extraordinary Powers, so over the past few days, without much effort, Medea had managed to plant seeds in them.

Parasitic Seeds, a skill she acquired upon advancing to Lv.12, inspired by Raphael using the Eden Fruit to implant a backdoor in people's minds.

The Mind Seeds derived from the Manipulation Law silently settled on any Mind Body and would gradually root themselves deeper, continually feeding back all their thoughts and activities to Medea, no matter the distance—essentially turning the parasite into a part of Medea's surveillance.

As time progressed, the seed would root deeper and deeper, exploring not just what the host thought but even every segment of their memory, every fleeting thought... until the host's Mind Body was completely penetrated like a sieve, every action fully transparent to Medea.

This Skill—other than Medea herself, no one knew exactly when she had grasped and leveled up in it; she herself always kept it mysteriously unmentioned. Only recently when Aske asked her several times did she provide some vague data.

For example, she could maintain simultaneous surveillance on up to 18 Parasites; if this number was exceeded, she'd have to disengage some to include new Parasites into her network.

And, for instance, using the Mind Line on parasitized enemies was almost instantaneous in connection, significantly enhancing both speed and stealth.

Although Aske was well aware that she must still be concealing the actual effects of the skill, he keenly recognized the real value of this ability:

Though it was purely an investigative skill with no offensive capability, the crucial aspect was that there was no upper limit to the number of Parasites.

Only monitoring the parasite would consume Medea's spirituality, while simply maintaining the existence of the parasitic seed itself did not require any.

That is to say, in an extremely ideal environment, Medea could even plant parasitic seeds in every creature in the world, and the potential effects would be terrifying.

For example, everyone who battled the Lord of Filth in Bavaria knows that due to their mastery of Law and Bloodline, they could merge their body with any rat and seamlessly switch within the "rat network."

That meant to defeat them, you first had to find their main body, and even if you killed them swiftly, they could quickly switch to another rat's body.

This kind of bizarre tactical approach was undoubtedly the bane of most Transcendents—even someone as invincible as Eleanor or Peggy, who could curse death and effortlessly kill dozens or hundreds of rats, was unable to locate the enemy's actual body.

But Medea could secretly plant parasitic seeds in a large number of rats before the battle.

Then, when the opponent's main body transferred into a parasite, she would suddenly shoot out a Mind Line to control them. This was the strength of a Mind Type Law—not adept in direct assaults but incredibly effective in reconnaissance and control.

"Counting today, how many undead spirits have you parasitized?" Aske asked casually.

"I'm not sure, probably a few hundred," Medea responded nonchalantly, then suddenly grinned mischievously. "You know, Aske, I encountered an Undead Wizard today."

"Who?" Aske asked.

"A guy named Ansalra," Medea looked at Miel.

Miel was briefly startled, then realized: This Ansalra was none other than the wizard in the parallel world, Constantinople, who had resurrected her as a banshee.

Her emotions were slightly complex for a moment, but soon calmed down.

That was just the original trajectory of fate, after all. Now she was Miel, not a Banshee Queen burdened with hatred, emptiness, and solitude!

Seeing Miel remain silent, Medea said with a smile:

"That guy is currently obsessed with the so-called 'Banshee Transformation,' collecting various kinds of female corpses to create and improve different types of banshees. The invisible banshee we encountered at the city gate was one of his creations."

"How disgusting!" Mia stuck out her tongue.

"Medea, you mean..." Thira realized Medea had a reason for bringing up this person, it wasn't just idle chatter.

"The scouting abilities of banshees, I don't need to explain them to everyone, do I?" Medea smiled proudly. "This Transcendent named Ansalra, his Bloodline and Law are made for controlling banshees. If our team had these abilities, wouldn't deploying a large number of invisible banshees around us provide a perfect reconnaissance and early warning for our journey?"

"You mean..." Eleanor immediately perked up.

These past few days, deeply engrossed in planning, she knew well how much unnecessary risk could be mitigated if they had a few hundred invisible flying spies.

"But how do you plan to do it?" She frowned, wondering if the plan was to capture him and torture him into compliance.

"Guess?" Medea smiled slightly, flicking an invisible Mind Line that struck Eleanor's Mind Body, protected by her will.

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