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Eventually reaching the barracks, the undead were not given individual rooms. Kept in that area, they were instructed to begin honing their weapon skills.
"Most of you are either brainless or have rotting brains, so I'll go out of my way to explain what you must do here!" said the leader. "You will choose a weapon and learn to wield it. By practicing relentlessly, you may eventually acquire a Skill related to it! You have one month to learn a Skill. If you fail, you're deemed talentless, and your souls and corpses will be grounded into Ghostly Yin Pills to feed those more talented than you! So work hard!"
"Uuhh… What about rooms to rest?" a ghostly figure asked, one of the few capable of speech.
"What?! A room?! Hah! You don't have such privileges. You're lowly walking corpses!" the general laughed. "You haven't even forged a Nether Core, and you think you deserve a room? As Undead, with ample Nether in the air, you can work tirelessly! Sleeping isn't in our vocabulary."
