In the confined space, the rhythmic heartbeats shared exclusively by the two of them added an indescribable ambiguity.

But as Yun Wei's aura reached Isaac's nose, a certain desire hidden deep within his heart, along with his unforgettable and overwhelming hatred, was awakened.

Countless scenes stained with blood flashed before his eyes: the Glorious Fortress, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, vicious curses, bloodthirsty madness, painful betrayal, the sealed sarcophagus, eternal silence...

Isaac braced himself against the stone wall next to Yun Wei's cheek, pulling himself away roughly. The once lively expression on his pale face turned cold again.

Startled by the other person's sudden movement, Yun Wei couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"

He looked up at the knight who had taken two steps back and was standing exceptionally straight, carefully examining the other's expression, but to no avail.

But he had just clearly seen that the other person's brows furrowed slightly in a fleeting moment, as if they were enduring some kind of pain.

“It’s alright,” Isaac shook his head nonchalantly, but then countered, “How long has it been since you last took a bath?”

The most skillful irony is this: using a calm, declarative tone to utter a question. Even without showing obvious disdain on one's face, it still manages to turn the tables and throw the other party into disarray.

"Huh?" Yun Wei, whose health bar had been emptied in an instant, was speechless for a moment. He mentally counted on his fingers and realized that his hygiene was indeed terrible; the last time he took a bath...

It seems like it's the same as last time.

Immediately, he coughed lightly twice as if to cover up his embarrassment, and continued, "You still haven't said what kind of weapon you want? Hurry up, the rock bears outside are about to break in!"

Barely calming the churning lust in his chest, Isaac answered truthfully, "The one I'm most comfortable with is still the greatsword, the most common kind. As for the size..." He stretched out his well-defined knuckles and gestured for a moment, but ultimately placed it at the same height as Yun Wei's hair, "Just like this, that's best."

"..." This guy is definitely doing this on purpose.

Despite his inner grumbling, Yun Wei didn't delay any longer. He quickly used "Shape Mimicry" to gather the power of the dead in his palm and create a greatsword made from the densest bone.

It was at this moment that he realized he had advanced directly from the initial stage of level three to the advanced stage of level three, and his magic power level had almost doubled.

Without a doubt, it must be because of the contract with this Knight of Light named Isaac.

By the Lord of Glory, his blasphemous act is now beyond redemption.

Despite his inner turmoil, Yun Wei's movements were anything but slow. Fueled by his now incredibly abundant magical power after advancing, the nascent form of a greatsword materialized in the air.

What he didn't notice was that the moment the necromantic power appeared, Isaac's muscles tensed up involuntarily, making him look like an arrow ready to be released from a bowstring.

After a long while, the brown-haired knight who had been standing ramrod straight finally relaxed, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his deep features, which quickly disappeared and returned to normal.

But then, Isaac's attention was drawn to Yun Wei, who was intently casting a spell.

This level of mental manipulation is so high that it can control the arrangement and recombination of elements, and even compress them as much as possible in a limited space... This seemingly weak necromancer is not simple at all.

Isaac pondered to himself, but his face remained impassive as he waited silently by the side. However, his sharp gaze had inadvertently become much more serious.

Once the giant sword, nearly the same height as him, was fully formed, Yun Wei stopped channeling magic and let out a long breath. Although 'Shape Mimicry' was only a level one spell, the magic power it consumed increased with the duration of channeling.

Considering the Rock Bear's near-S-level defense, Yun Wei increased the density of the bone by almost four times, causing the entire bone sword to emit a metallic gray light.

With its magical guidance severed, the bone sword's blade pointed downwards, and under its own weight, a quarter of the tip easily sank into the damp soil inside the cave.

Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, Yun Wei looked up at Isaac, only to see the latter frowning. His joy at being praised vanished almost instantly.

"How could you even think of having a former Knight of Light use undead weapons?" Yun Wei cursed himself inwardly, but he had never actually collected any weapons in his undead space.

"Alright, here, the weapon you wanted... just make do with it for now. It's fine, use it however you like, it's disposable anyway. Also, don't address me so respectfully, Isaac, I'm not used to it." After forcing an awkward smile at Isaac, seeing that the other party didn't respond, Yun Wei silently walked to another slightly cleaner boulder, and took out a pair of oversized clothes, soft leather armor, and two pairs of animal skin shoes from his undead space.

"The bone prison can hold out for a while, let's change our clothes first." With that, he took out a faded gray magic robe and put it over his head.

Although it was still summer, the magic robe made of fine linen was still quite breathable. In any case, it was much better than the coarse linen clothes that barely covered her body before.

Previously, due to his awkward identity as a necromancer, Yun Wei had been living far from towns and cities. This only magic robe he owned had been worn out for many years due to his patching and mending, and it was on the verge of being worn out, with the sound of the fibers breaking easily when he used even a little force.

So when he cautiously peeked out from under the hood of his robe amidst the distant roar of Yan Xiong Jingye, he saw a scene that made his pupils dilate.

Isaac was on the other side, his back to him, casually changing his close-fitting clothes. Although the cave was dimly lit, the outline of his inverted triangle body and the perfectly taut muscle lines were still clearly visible.

The human brain’s boundless imagination is not lost in the absence of light; on the contrary, the hazy, indistinct darkness makes its agile figure appear like the most exquisite sculpture in a museum.

It felt like fireworks had exploded in his mind. Yun Wei felt a rush of heat to his head, and his entire face, including the back of his ears, turned red and hot. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to look in the other direction as if nothing had happened.

Yes, this is actually his biggest secret. In his heart, the secret level is far higher than his identity as a necromancer.

He, Yun Wei, is attracted to the same sex.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" Isaac asked from the other end of the rustling sound.

Even from a distance of four or five meters, Yun Wei could imagine the other person's furrowed brows.

"No, no." He hurriedly denied it, brushing the unseen dust off his robes, trying to hide his erotic thoughts.

Seeing that Isaac remained silent, Yun Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, the other party snapped their fingers, and a small ball of light appeared out of thin air in mid-air above the cave. This was a level one light magic spell, 'Illumination'.

Even the absurdity of the undead creatures easily using light magic couldn't dispel the chaos in Yun Wei's mind. On the contrary, it was precisely this inconceivable absurdity that deepened Yun Wei's sense of unreality, making him feel dizzy and disoriented, as if he were in a dream.

But the terrifying undead creature clearly had no intention of letting him go.

To Yun Wei's astonishment, Isaac approached again. The other man frowned, seemingly holding his breath, scrutinizing him from head to toe. His smoky gray eyes, illuminated by light magic, appeared even sharper, carrying an all-seeing aggressiveness.

“Yes, you cut your instep. Be careful, it could get infected.” Isaac nodded knowingly, taking a deep look at the mage whose pale face was now flushed with a sickly red, his gaze finally settling on the three small black moles neatly arranged on the left side of the mage’s nose. “Don’t put your shoes on yet, sit down and rest, I’ll take care of it in a bit.”

Yun Wei was in a daze at the moment. Under the other party's almost commanding tone, he had no other thoughts and could only obediently do as he was told.

He heard the other person deftly pull out the bone sword embedded in the soil, and stride out of the cave as if carrying the simplest of tools.

Then, a variety of sounds followed, and the empty cave acted like an echo chamber, amplifying the noisy sounds.

The sounds of the bone cell shattering, the increasingly furious roar of the rock bear, the clanging of metal against metal, the dull, bone-chilling sounds of slaughter, and the dying howls of the ferocious beasts came one after another, and then silence returned to the surroundings once more.

Everything seemed to have passed for a long time, yet also seemed to have passed in an instant. Yun Wei's mind was dizzy, and the sound seemed to enter through his left ear and exit through his right.

He seemed to really have a fever; his forehead was burning hot.

For some time now, he had been both hungry and thirsty, and his mind was on edge. Not long ago, he had run barefoot through the forest to escape the pursuit of a rock bear, and he hadn't paid attention to the injuries he sustained. Now that he was finally in a relatively stable environment, his body, which was on the verge of collapse, started acting up uncontrollably.

Hey, are you okay?

It seemed that Isaac had returned. Yun Wei forced his eyelids open, turned his head to look in the direction of the person who had come, and nodded weakly.

The other person seemed to be squatting in front of him, summoning water to wash his wounds, and then using light magic to heal the gruesome, everted wound.

He must be dreaming. How could anyone use two completely different spells at the same time?

But the sensation of his ankle being tightly gripped by a large, cold hand was so real that Yun Wei could even feel the calluses at the base of the other's fingers—the medals proudly earned by a warrior who had wielded a sword for years through years of training.

The hard callus inadvertently brushed against the sunken skin at his ankle joint, and the tingling itch gave Yun Wei goosebumps. It felt as if an electric current rose from his tailbone, traveled up his spine to the top of his head, and struck him like lightning.

He instinctively pulled his legs back, wanting to escape this strange feeling of confinement.

However, the other person's palm, though not exerting any force, remained as firm as a rock.

"Don't move, you're too weak. The wound needs to be cleaned thoroughly." The tall knight straightened his back, knelt on one knee, placed Yun Wei's ankle on his knee, and was meticulously working on it. "If you die, I won't live either."

It sounded like a joke, or perhaps like talking to oneself.

"You haven't forgotten, have you? Hmm? My muddle-headed sworn master."

The last thing Yun Wei heard before he completely lost consciousness was Isaac's sentence.