The long and arduous journey had left him exhausted and weak. Since the last teleportation glitch, he had become the only one among the 3000 undead still stranded in the wilderness.
The ferocious beasts roaming the wilderness weren't too much of a problem. As long as he wasn't in combat, he could simply log off to hide. Even if he entered combat, dying was the worst that could happen.
The real trouble was those unknown Believers and forces. He couldn't defeat them, but every time he encountered them, he couldn't escape either. Being captured didn't lead to immediate death but rather drained his energy over time.
If he hadn't managed to scavenge some decent equipment and slowly gathered wealth to barely keep up with the main forces to reach level 10, he would probably have quit the game by now.
Seeing the people of Star Dragon Ridge boast once again, he calmly left a comment.
"Feels, average."
