At the same time, in the Netherworld.
Silt looked at her bones, which now resembled polished jade, her eyes filled with excitement.
"I knew my necromancy wouldn't be wrong."
She took several deep breaths, then began muttering words under her breath.
"Undead Chant.
"Blessing of Death.
"HP Enhancement.
"Skill CD Enhancement.
"Attack Speed Enhancement.
"Undead Mind Reading.
"Defense and Physique Dual-Stack Ten-Thousand-Layer Buff."
Every time Silt spoke a string of undead language, a corresponding buff radiance appeared on her body.
Each time the light flickered, her attributes surged dramatically in the next instant.
This was the terrifying strength of an undead NPC.
As long as she absorbed enough skills, she could stack statuses endlessly.
As time passed, more and more buffs accumulated on her body, and both her strength and panel became increasingly terrifying.
