The Scourge of the Undead: Starting with Building Monster Farms

Chapter 18 Eris the Child

Eris’s angry voice came from underground. Su He approached the pit and looked at him from above.

"I'm telling you, you're too arrogant, and one day you'll definitely die because of your arrogance."

No longer looking at the giant purple eye and the fused monster in the deep pit, Zombie Number One had already brought its team to Su He's side.

They were all holding yellow cubes called sand.

Su He's plan for dealing with the fused monster was to trap it directly in the ground.

"Sizzle!"

Little Green, who was standing by the pit, saw that the fusion monster had not been completely killed by the explosion and wanted to jump down from above to give it the final blow.

During this process, Xiao Lü's actions were stopped by Su He once again.

"Hey, how many times have I told you? You're different. Don't just explode whenever you want, not even with targets like this!"

After pulling Little Green away from the pit, Zombie One led its squad to place sand around the pit, and soon the fusion monster's body was submerged in sand.

Because its body had not fully recovered, the purple giant eye could only watch helplessly as the fusion monster's body was buried by sand.

Once the amalgam was completely covered, the master of the purple giant eye, the blue fire skeleton Eris Wayne, abruptly rose from his throne.

He could no longer control the fusion beast; all he could see from it was endless darkness.

If it were just a matter of his vision being stripped away, that would be one thing. The problem is that while he is unable to control the fusion beast, the fusion beast's life is also constantly fading away.

Recalling what Su He had said to her earlier, Eris angrily threw the crystal ball in her hand.

Once upon a time, when he was still a living human being, a fellow had said the same thing to him.

Eris, you are too arrogant. One day I will make you pay for your arrogance.

I, Bruce Richard, will use your arrogance to take your vile life!

"Damn it!" Bluefire Skull forced himself to calm his anger, stepped down from his throne, and picked up the crystal ball he had thrown away.

Eris activated a spell, and the crystal ball emitted a purple light, but the scene he imagined did not appear.

"Not even his soul returned? It seems I really underestimated that guy."

"It's all because of this damned arrogance! Why did I ever covet those powers in my previous life, allowing myself to be tainted by such a hateful curse!" The Blue Flame Skull suppressed the urge to throw the crystal ball away again.

Eris recalled his past life, when he was still a necromancer with a human identity.

During one of his adventures, he acquired a lich's treasure, which allowed him to grow at a speed that left other necromancers in awe.

Ultimately, Eris became the youngest legend in his region as a necromancer.

However, the treasures left behind by the lich could not possibly be entirely good; they contained a curse.

The person who obtains the treasure will be cursed by the lich for the rest of their life.

The curse Eris received was called Pride.

At first, he didn't take it seriously because he was inherently very arrogant.

In fact, how many people with such great power are not arrogant?

But slowly, after Eris Wayne met that man and his companions, he realized he was wrong.

This is an incredibly terrible curse.

At that time, Eris abducted one of the man's female companions. Because she was beautiful, Wayne, driven by a wicked sense of humor, turned her into his puppet.

She even brought it to her companions after it was made to mock them.

"What's wrong? Are you so excited about this long-awaited reunion that you can't even speak?"

Recalling what he had done, Eris did not think he was wrong. What he regretted was that he was far stronger than those insects, yet he ended up like this.

But because of his damned arrogance, he didn't eliminate the problem completely.

When the man reappeared and held a longsword to his neck, he didn't even have a chance to say a few more sarcastic words.

"Hopefully that wretched Bruce hasn't come looking for me yet; I need more time to develop."

Eris chanted incantations softly, his fingertips tracing obscure runes on the crystal ball. As a necromancy spell took shape, a strange male soul was forcibly dragged out of the crystal ball.

"Timmy, long time no see. I wonder if Bruce still remembers you."

Do you think he might forget about you now that he has new friends?

"Stop using your underhanded provocations. Just do what you want to do, Eris. I have no interest in playing house with you."

The male soul known as Timmy spoke with impatience, his loathing for Eris seemingly having long since reached its peak.

Eris was momentarily speechless after being teased. After a moment of silence, she didn't provoke him further. Instead, she decisively tore off a part of Timmy's soul body with her claws.

"I apologize for taking your soul without your permission. You must be feeling terrible right now."

Timmy's soul was torn in half, but he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain of his soul being ripped apart, and forced a smile at Eris.

"How pathetic, Eris. It seems you've ruined yet another precious toy of yours."

"Poor thing, you know what? You live like a child. You break your favorite things and then you can only hide at home and wag your tail and beg the adults for a new one."

Enraged by Timmy's words, the blue flames in the skull's eye sockets suddenly surged. Timmy's soul was instantly gripped by a new, lightning-like pain.

"You seem to have forgotten who the real toy is between the two of us!"

Faced with Eris's threat, Timmy laughed, his soul becoming shaky, as if about to disappear.

Noticing Timmy's condition, Eris quickly withdrew the electricity and protected Timmy's soul.

"Damn it, you almost succeeded."

Eris used the crystal ball to collect Timmy's soul, giving Timmy no further chance to argue with him.

Every time he tried to provoke Timmy, his words were as weak and powerless as hitting cotton; but Timmy's sarcasm and provocation were like a sharp knife piercing deep into his heart.

The blue-flame skeleton walked to the edge of the graveyard and hurled the soul it had extracted from Timmy at the gem in the center of the graveyard.

This time, he will forge an even more powerful servant to take revenge on all those who have wronged him and overestimated themselves.

While Eris was crafting his new toy, Suho was already working feverishly on upgrading the beacon.