Scattered all over the ground were pamphlets, uniformly handwritten, likely propaganda materials intended for recruitment.
This intense sense of déjà vu made the Undead recall those childhood days when people would knock on their doors to spread the word and recruit followers.
"Is this thing of any use? Can it be recycled?"
"Mass production for wholesale probably isn't very useful, but I'll take one. Maybe I can trade it for something," said an Undead as he flipped open a booklet and discovered detailed recipes for Magic Potions all the way to "Hero" level.
A huge discovery made the Undead involuntarily exclaim, "It looks like there are Magic Potion recipes, oh man, this is good stuff!"
"Why do I feel like something's not right?" someone offered a different thought, "It says that after consuming the Magic Potion, one will constantly hear the whispers of the Dianmi Overlord. Wouldn't that drive someone insane?"
