Chaos continued to spread.

Not just in Quality Square, but also in the depths of the Great Graveyard at Oke's Magic Workshop.

Since arriving in Lord Demon King's territory, a considerable amount of time had passed, and Oke had gradually gotten used to a life busy with research.

It hardly made any difference from his time at the academy, except that the cramped Mage Tower had been replaced by a cramped mine, and the dim-witted familiars had turned into dim-witted skeletons.

But that wasn't all.

The master here did no work either, and the tasks were mostly left to the servants.

Yet this was actually a good thing.

The clever goblins enjoyed working; an unemployed goblin was far worse off than one with employment.

Moreover, Lord Demon King didn't require the publication of papers, nor the mentoring of students, making his current job much easier than his previous work!

Just when Oke thought this heavenly life would go on forever, the respected Demon King suddenly tossed a Crystal Ball into his hands.

"Take this. As long as you're in my Demon King Territory, pour some Magic Power into it, and you'll be able to hear what my servants are saying."

Oke carefully cradled the Crystal Ball in his arms while addressing the Demon King.

"Your servants? Do you mean the giant spider and the cat-eared one? Oke can understand their language—"

The Demon King shook his head, pointing outside.

"Not them, the other servants, those skeletons, you idiot."

Oke wasn't sure who was the idiot for a moment.

Skeletons?

How could skeletons talk?

Yet how could he dare to contradict Lord Demon King, hurriedly nodding and saying.

"Un, understood! Might I ask, Lord Demon King... what will your skeletons talk to me about?"

"How would I know what they'll talk about," the Demon King looked at him as if he'd asked a very stupid question, then threw a small booklet into his hands, "This is your task manual, everything you need to do is in there. Just remember the rules I've told you, answer their questions, and fulfill their requests. That's all."

At this point, Luo Yan paused for a moment and continued.

"Complete their commissions, and you'll receive Joss Paper. Issue commissions to them, and it will cost you Joss Paper... That's the basic gist. Additionally, some skeletons will come to you to learn Netherworld Language, treat them as your apprentices."

"I will periodically review your performance; the assessment standards are also in the booklet. If you perform well, perhaps I'll give you some rewards."

Upon hearing this, Oke promptly prostrated on the ground to express his gratitude.

"Understood! Lord Demon King!"

The Demon King nodded, then turned and walked away.

"Call me if you need anything."

Watching Lord Demon King walk away, Oke didn't dare to slack and quickly opened the booklet, reading it line by line.

"When addressing Demon King's servants who don't use Hell Language or the common surface languages, call their names out following the Crystal Ball's prompt to increase their sense of involvement. If that's too much trouble, you can also call them 'player'? "

"As familiars of the Demon King, they believe this world to be a dream and their actions are motivated by the pleasure of role-playing... hence, there's no need to be too polite with them, you can even be rudely blunt, which would actually earn their respect?"

"Respect? What a bizarre setup... Remember, don't waste their time; they're busy working, and interrupting them might lead to an attack? What the hell?"

As Oke was dumbfoundedly flipping through the booklet, a vast throng of skeletons had already crowded at the entrance of the cave.

Seeing so many Undead, even the well-versed Oke felt a tad overwhelmed, and quickly yelled out in a high-pitched voice.

"Don't rush! Come in one at a time!"

Not sure if it was his imagination, but these skeletons seemed to understand and actually queued up neatly at his door?

Were the Great Graveyard skeletons always so polite?

Oke felt bewildered for a moment, not recognizing these skeletons anymore.

As the goblin stood there speechless, the queued skeletons began to grow restless, emitting creaking noises.

Seeing they were on the verge of rioting, Oke suddenly remembered the booklet's instructions and quickly pointed to the nearest skeleton, saying.

"You! Come in! Tell me what you need! Hurry up!"

To the creaking sounds, the frontmost skeleton swiftly walked in and, to Oke's surprise, bowed to him.

"Honorable craftsman Oke sir! I would like to ask you to add Netherworld Language to my weapon!"

While saying this, the skeleton handed over its greatsword from its back, performing the motion with an ease resembling a living person.

"Netherworld Language? Which kind do you want?"

The skeleton, with soul fire fiercely fixated on him, eagerly said.

"The kind that explodes upon hitting an enemy with a full-force strike!"

"What?!" Oke doubted his hearing, staring at the creature incredulously, "Explode upon hitting an enemy? Are you sure?! Your weapon would be destroyed outright!"

"I'm sure!" The skeleton nodded vigorously, and excitedly continued, "The more powerful the better! I want to try the legendary 'Blast Strike'! Hurry up, I've paid already! Ten-thousand Joss Paper! Quick, quick, quick!"

Oke had never heard such a strange request before, but seeing the skeleton wasn't joking, he ultimately complied.

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