Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

“Do you realize how inappropriate your words are?”

“Did you ever think that your annoying behavior might just get you punched?”

Dean McKenzie glared at Donald Morgan with a tightly clenched fist.

What the fuck, he had never met anyone this annoying before.

Just casually bragging about himself and then the other party would start making a big deal out of it.

Those who take things seriously when someone else is boasting are the most annoying.

However, Dean quickly noticed that Donald was not trying to argue with him, instead, he seemed serious about going ahead with his plan.

“The Blood God is not as powerful as you imagine, especially over here in the Alliance, where the true form of the Blood God cannot descend, his strength is depending on the power of his believers.

And his strongest believer is only at a seven-turn level. For us, he is not an unbeatable creature!”

“Wait, are you for real?”

Listening to Donald’s words, looking at his serious expression, Dean squinted his eyes.

“Are you really planning to deal with the Blood God?”

“Yes, it’s one of our most important plans at Dawn, and our preliminary preparations are completed, we can start hunting the Blood God at any time!” “Damn, you guys are really doing this!”

When Dean was sure from their tone that they were serious, he was truly shocked.

“Are you guys being too daring?

Are you planning to attack a God?”

“Correction, it’s a God with a maximum power level of seven-turn!”

Upon listening to Donald’s words, Dean couldn’t refrain from shaking his head, “You guys have a major misunderstanding about the power level of seven-turn. I am not sure how powerful a God can be.

But, if it were me and my power level reached seven-turn, I’d have no problem taking on an eighth-turn level creature.

If it is a God, there is no reason for it to be weaker than me, right?

Even though its level might be confined to seven-turn, its battle strength certainly wouldn’t be restricted to this level.”

“So in other words, what you were saying about paid work taking out a god… it was all bluster.”

“Don’t try to provoke me, your tactics are too elementary, I won’t fall for them.

And if we’re going by that, I must tell you, your offer is far too low to provoke me to make a move against the Blood God!”

“What do you consider a fair price then?”

“Fancy yourself a big shot now, don’t you?

I won’t be harsh on you, here’s what I want: 50 Talent Stones of Excellent Quality, 1 Talent Stone above Excellent Quality, 5000 Secret Realm Crystals, 10 Legendary Quality Skeleton Templates, 100 Extraordinary Templates, and 10,000 Perfect Templates!

Once you gather these items, I’ll join you against the Blood God!

If you can’t afford it, keep your mouth shut!

That’s all for today!”

Dean nonchalantly dropped an exorbitant price and left.

He didn’t wish to linger as he feared Donald would say something else.

Dean had always thought of Donald as a little crazy, but he never expected that he could be this mad.

A six-turn level wanting to slay a God?

Dean had no idea where he got all this courage from.

Even Dean wouldn’t dare to engage with such a high-level entity. This guy, who wasn’t even worth comparing to any of Dean’s dogs, had the audacity, Dean didn’t know what to say.

After parting with Donald, Dean returns to his lodging place.

Upon his return, Dean felt that something was off.

The place was eerily silent.

He didn’t see any of the Barbarians from the Giant Bear Tribe who came with him.

Dean paused, sensing the strange atmosphere.

As soon as Dean stopped, a voice sounded.

“Why did you stop?

Let’s chat inside!”

Accompanied by the voice, the main door of the lodging was flung open.

Dean instantly noticed all the Barbarians who had come with him were pinned down on the floor inside.

The worst off was Diego Meyer, the Barbarian he had asked to collect information on the families of the Alliance’s higher-ups.

He was studded with numerous weapons, nailed to the ground. Blood soaked the floor. He was barely hanging on, looking like he might expire at any moment.

A young man in his twenties was sitting next to Diego, casually playing with a small dagger while coldly gazing at Dean.

“Kid, so it was you who ordered him to gather information on the relatives of the Alliance leaders?

Come, explain to me why you gave this order.”

Once Dean heard these words, he understood what was happening. His gaze fell on Diego, shaking his head as he observed how inept the Barbarian was at accomplishing this simple task.

“Honestly, how did you get caught while merely gathering some information on the Alliance leaders?

Did you overtly tell them that you wanted to look after their wives, considering they have a lot to manage every day?

Couldn’t you just make up an excuse about wanting to give a gift or something?

Can’t you even do that?”

“Sir… I… I…”

Diego, looking wronged, was at a loss for words.

He was not stupid. How could he ever approach people in such an overt manner?

He had gone discretely but had gotten caught within seconds of opening his mouth.

“I get it, it’s not about your incompetence but their cunning, isn’t it?

Fine, be careful next time.. It’s not a big deal!”