Absorbed in their tasks, a few hours unknowingly passed.
Before Michael realized it, more people had already entered his community.
Some were survivors from other areas, assessing the city’s damage.
Others were workers sent to wash the blood off buildings and streets.
And then there were the supernaturals—freely using their powers in broad daylight under the watchful eyes of ordinary people.
Well, Michael himself had used his powers more than once during this time.
It suddenly felt like the hidden society the Federation had worked so hard to build for the supernatural world had collapsed in an instant.
Now, the world was more aware of the supernatural than ever before.
Michael frowned as a few cameras flashed past him.
Some belonged to local news crews, while others were just regular people taking photos and videos with their phones.
Regardless of their identity, their goal was the same—to share what they had captured.
However, it wasn’t Michael they were focused on. Their attention was on his undead.
Michael, who had been unable to send them back to the Netherworld before the “camera harassment” began, had no choice but to call them his “summons” whenever questioned.
Fortunately, his two largest undead—Lucky and Prince—hadn’t been seen by the public. Otherwise, he would have faced even more questions.
For a brief moment, Michael felt he understood what celebrities went through.
The worst part? He wasn’t even in a crowd.
Unfortunately, he still couldn’t dismiss his undead.
They still had work to do—helping him load his claimed corpses into the hover trucks belonging to the Supernatural Association.
It was Michael’s first time seeing one in person.
With a staff member handling communication and negotiations, Michael—who wasn’t interested in haggling—established a pleasant relationship with him.
The man even used his connections to prioritize transporting Michael’s loot ahead of others.
Because of this, Michael missed the opportunity to return to the Land of Origin and fill his open contract slots before the daily evolution point refresh.
In the end, he still gained 40 evolution points, bringing his total to 71.
If he chose to accumulate and save his points, he could evolve one of his undead into a One-Star Extraordinary-Rank Creature.
But that was something to consider later.
For now, Michael happily sent off the Association staff and checked his account balance.
[$15,354,526]
He was rich again!
Wait… that wasn’t right.
He still had 2 million before the transaction, so technically, he had already been rich?
Michael felt conflicted. The moment he got his hands on something he really needed, he knew he’d be back to his broke days in no time.
Shaking his head, he glanced around once more, conveniently ignoring the cameras pointed at him.
Just as he was about to head back to his apartment, something caught his eye.
Michael frowned.
Some creeps were taking pictures of his clueless female orcs!
Creeps!
Under the astonished eyes of the public, Michael and his female orcs vanished into thin air.
The latter because he had summoned them back to the Netherworld, and the former because he had bolted straight for his apartment.
Back at home, the scent of freshly cooked food filled the air.
With his sharp hearing, Michael could pick up the whispers of his aunt and cousin.
Thinking for a moment, a smile crept onto his face.
“No one knows what can happen, so…”
[$15,354,526]
Michael checked his account balance.
To be honest, it should have been more, but the taxes had been insane.
Very, very crazy.
Michael conveniently ignored it, just like he had done for his previous big income.
Apparently, taxes weren’t a thing for any transaction under 10 million if related to the Association, but once you went over that… it seemed like you also paid for unknown, owed corpses too.
Soon.
[$14,354,526]
With a mischievous smile, Michael wondered what his family’s reaction would be when they found out what he had just done.
However, he had barely stepped into his room when he heard a scream.
Wait, no.
Two screams.
“Michael!”
“I need some money, Brother Michael! I’m too broke!”
“Hahahaha.”
Watching the two rush into his room, Michael burst out laughing.
This was exactly what he wanted to see.
Not perfect.
But a happy and healthy family.
******
In the end, after chasing down Aunt Mia—who once again thought he was sending too much—and Lily, who had somehow instantly recovered from her depression and started listing everything they needed, Michael found himself exhausted.
He still didn’t understand why he needed to buy a bag of all things, but after all the fuss, he decided to take a short break.
That short break quickly turned into a deep sleep.
By the time Michael woke up, it was already getting dark.
“The body is really amazing,” Michael muttered in frustration.
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Despite his strength, he couldn’t even control a little sleep? Especially when he hadn’t overexerted himself in the morning’s battle?
“Whatever. I feel more refreshed now.”
As he stood up, he could sense his family and undead’s presence in the apartment, all moving around in the same area.
Curious, he used {Share Senses} with his undead to see what was happening.
Immediately, Michael was taken aback.
His undead…
His undead was cleaning.
And not just cleaning, but doing it extremely well.
Beginning’s movements were trained. Precise.
A little unsettled—not because he disliked it, but because it was so unexpected—Michael canceled {Share Senses}.
“With how much time Beginning has spent in the real world doing various tasks, it’s probably one of my smartest undead now, right?”
It seemed possible. But after a moment, Michael shook the thought away.
Since he himself felt the need to refresh, he decided to do just that.
As the water ran in the bathroom, several thoughts about what he was about to do next in the next few hours crossed his mind.
But first, he wanted to talk to his family about moving out.
He didn’t think they’d refuse.
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