After exchanging a gaze with the bizarrely contorted corpse lying on the ground for quite some time, Tiran gave up on finding any clues from this guy. After all, it was just a dead body, with its neck bone kicked off by her own foot.

Having searched through both the front yard and the main building just now without seeing anyone, Tiran figured it would be the same in the backyard and where Mimi and the others lived. It's better to be cautious before figuring out the situation. Being cautious at a time like this wasn't her style. In the world of Morninglight, she had always paved her way through recklessness. Although there was no option for resurrecting after saving in this place, encountering someone at the divine level seemed unlikely, right?

"However, apart from this corpse, there should be another one here."

Returning to the basement of the main building, Tiran approached the body of the guy that was placed in the corner. With a stiff body, ashen skin, this guy was just as dead as dead could be, with the arrow wounds still visibly prominent but the wounds already blackened and decayed.

Tiran covered her nose, frowning as she carefully examined him. She hadn't paid much attention when Xiayu mentioned that the tribes people had killed him, but things had suddenly developed to this point, suggesting that it was a joke to say a group of nomadic riders had caused this. Tiran didn't believe a group of cavalry would have the skill to trap her in such a predicament.

Unusual situations often had an underlying cause. Tiran understood the capabilities of Mimi, Shuma, and the others, and it was absolutely impossible for them to be silently eliminated without making any noise. The station was shrouded in pitch-black silence, indicating that they were not in the original station.

It's not like being pulled into a place like Morninglight, as such small worlds weren't things that just existed. If they truly encountered an attack from someone at The Realm level, there was no need for so much trouble; no one here could deal with someone of The Realm level directly.

"So, is it some kind of illusion ability? And what's the deal with this guy?"

Tiran had not encountered opponents with such abilities before, so she didn't have any specific means to counter them. It seemed difficult to uncover any clues from the two bodies that were likely killed by the attacker. Perhaps it was easier to just dismantle the entire station?

Lost in thought about her methods of defense, Tiran was momentarily distracted, but at that moment, the body at her feet suddenly underwent a strange transformation.

What was once an ordinary corpse, so stiff that the blood no longer flowed beneath its skin, suddenly started to boil with a sea of shallow red steam erupting from every crevice and pore. The entire body rapidly inflated like a balloon. Not hesitating for a moment, Tiran swiftly kicked the body away and used the momentum to retreat, but the swelling body exploded mid-air. The splattering flesh and blood seemed to possess a strong corrosive property, utterly destroying every inch of the basement layout in a 360-degree radius with the force of the explosion.

"This is disgusting! What the heck!"

Even though she managed to swiftly create a barrier of Chi and pull away without getting flesh on her, the unexpected explosion of the body caught Tiran off guard. This trick did disgust her, especially the way the bits of flesh splattered with gooey, penetrative effect on her ice shield sounded like a nightmare.

Before she could curse the crafty attacker from a distance, Tiran realized that something was amiss.

"Cough... Poison...?"

Intense nausea, discomfort throughout the body, and a mixture of bloody scent and a stench distinct from the rot of corpses filled the air, indicating that the toxins carried by the exploded body had been completely released.

I need to get out of here.

Clang! Thud thud thud...

At that moment, a series of rapid footsteps and various collisions resounded at the stairs, followed by over a dozen figures carrying all kinds of knives, guns, and clubs appearing at the entrance to the cellar.

Without exception, all of them were dressed as inn attendants. Their movements were stiff and eerie, devoid of life in their cloudy eyes, chests motionless... they were all corpses, moving corpses.

"What kind of skill is this, a necromancer?"

Covering her mouth and nose while manipulating frost Chi to dispel the toxic fog around her body, Tiran raised the cleaver she had snatched from the undead that had broken into her room with her idle right hand.

Whether the attacker anticipated her checking the corpse in the basement or simply made a random move, he had indeed outsmarted her, filling the cellar, a place with poor air circulation, with toxic fog, and then using controlled corpses to block the door to maximize the effect of the poison fog.

But it was just over a dozen corpses, could they really stop her?

As a ninth-level knight, Tiran had a decent resistance to toxins, coupled with the effects of the frost Chi, the toxic fog here couldn't affect her for long. She just needed to break free.

With a decision made, Tiran's figure disappeared from where she stood — at least invisible to the eyes of ordinary people — her silver hair moving ghostly as she swiftly moved to the undead that charged in. With a swift motion, the cleaver in her hand cleaved two corpses in half.

The undead behind waved their weapons at Tiran, who did not dodge at all. Lowering the cleaver in her hand, she swiftly turned it around and pulled up, cutting through a wooden chair and an iron rod.

"Hmm?!"

Two more strikes brought down two undead, and Tiran heard the sound of something breaking behind her. Instinctively she dodged and a battle-axe grazed her clothes as it swung past her.

What in the world?!

The corpses that she had already bisected began to drop various organs and pieces of intestines from their lower halves, yet they still floated in mid-air in a Newtonian pose, holding their axes and behaving as if alive.

...Though describing them as behaving "as if alive" might not be entirely accurate, but forgive Tiran for not finding a better word to describe these two. This scene would be rated R! Someone please draw a curtain over it, Miss isn't even eighteen yet and can't handle such psychologically disturbing content!

"I don't know where you've crawled from, but you're really grossing me out."

Making a disgusted face, Tiran shook off the blood from the cleaver and cleanly severed the two floating corpses half a meter from the ground, providing them with a peaceful passing. Once again, she kicked away two corpses that lunged at her, feeling the strength of these beings, Tiran couldn't help but feel a little speechless. Even after death, these corpses were not enhanced in any way, possessing the strength, speed, and reflexes of an ordinary adult, along with a bunch of bricks and chairs picked up at random. Did that attacker really think these useless bodies could stop her?

This thought only lasted for a moment before another pair of corpses rushed towards her, their bodies rapidly expanding.

"When will this end?!"

Slightly irritated, Tiran realized that even with Chi creating an ice shield to fend off the attack at such close range, she couldn't completely block it. The shockwave from the explosion pushed her back several meters, crashing her into the wall, while the other corpses coming down from the cellar entrance were blown to pieces by the explosion, littering the floor.

*Cough, cough...*

Tiran knelt weakly on one knee and coughed twice, explosion enhanced with poison... even the Western necromancers rarely use such tricks. One could say that it's truly worthy of the land of Divine Land, right?

"I don't even know where the knife flew off to." Noticing that the kitchen knife in his hand seemed to have slipped away during the explosion, Tiran didn't react much either.

Well, thanks to those two corpse explosions, the blockade at the door disappeared, and all he had to do was to get out...?

"Do you really want to provoke Sir Newton from his grave? Have you no shame?"

As body parts that were shattered on the ground started floating, some of them with only half a body dragged themselves over like zombies, even holding weapons, Tiran finally felt a hint of anger.

After two more corpse explosions, the concentration of poison gas in the cellar increased, and the number of blockades at the door multiplied. They now had to guard against more corpse explosions and the toxic blood on the broken body parts. Without the kitchen knife as a weapon... in short, things got even more complicated.

"But if they think they can trap me here, they are too naive."

Tiran snorted. "They didn't really think I would be defenseless without the knife, right? Picking up a kitchen knife was just for fun..."

After the incident with the shipwreck at Morninglight, Tiran became more cautious. She always wore her storage bracelet, not taking it off. Besides money, manga books, and various belongings, she also stored many finely crafted weapons inside it.

A flash of silver, and a cross-shaped long sword fell into her hand.

However, facing the grotesque and nightmare-inducing mutilated limbs of children, even the princess felt a bit uneasy. She didn't want to get too close to those things to chop them up.

"So... my apologies, Your Highness."

A blue ice flame spread to the silver blade in her hand as Tiran swiftly and ruthlessly slashed towards the ceiling. The temperature of the surrounding air instantly dropped, even frosting the walls... As a towering sword aura effortlessly ripped through the ceiling and the upper levels of the building.

From above, the entire main building was sliced in two by Tiran's strike, and the remaining upper part collapsed due to the force of the blow and could no longer support its structure.

Jumping effortlessly to the ground through the crack made by her strike before it was covered by the fallen debris, Tiran called out loudly to the surroundings from the ruins of the main building.

"Hey, your door-blocking plan failed. Aren't you going to come out to meet me?"

Standing in front of the ruins of the main building, Tiran shouted loudly around her.

"Well... strong indeed. The power of this sword should be able to rival that of the other sword immortal. Are all the beauties these days this formidable?"

In the darkness, a somewhat illusory voice came from all directions.

"The sword immortal... Zhilan? And the others, where are Mimi and the rest?"

"Beauty, you should have realized by now, right? You are currently in a dreamland." The voice sounded somewhat mockingly, "They are here, it's just that you can't see them. As for their safety... if you ask nicely, I might consider telling you~ Haha!"

"Tch... Your tone is truly annoying."

Raising her sword once again, Tiran raised an eyebrow, "Since you won't tell, I might as well just shred this place with one strike."