Yu Luo stood atop the desolate mountain, watching the chaotic scene of demons dancing in the Skeleton General's mansion, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
These time travelers truly have the word "stirring up trouble" etched into their very bones.
No, now they themselves are just bones.
The Skull General's Mansion.
The sales manager over there, taking advantage of the Skeleton General's high spirits, went over to him again.
"General, you are mighty! Such a divine object is a match made in heaven for you!" The sales manager, Skull, sang his praises with deafening force.
The songs on the Bluetooth speaker were still playing on repeat, making the entire General's Mansion seem exceptionally lively.
The Skeleton General, wriggling his rather awkward skeletal frame, blazed with even more fury upon hearing this, slapping his thigh bone: "Well said! Well said! You've got potential, kid!"
The sales manager's eyes gleamed with a sudden glint of cunning, and he immediately lowered his voice, saying mysteriously, "General, I have another humble opinion, but I don't know if I should say it?"
"Speak! Spit it out if you have any backbone!" The Skeleton General was in high spirits and waved his hand.
“General, think about it,” the sales manager skeleton leaned closer, his skeletal fingers gesturing discreetly, “isn’t it a bit of a waste for our divine kingdom to keep so many mortal prisoners?”
The Skeleton General's soulfire flickered, then stopped writhing: "Hmm? What do you mean?"
“Look at those ordinary mortals, they can’t carry heavy loads, they complain of being tired after doing a little work, they get sick all the time, and we have to go to great lengths to find them food and drink, and sometimes we even have to scavenge for medicinal herbs in the human world.”
The sales manager, a skeleton, had a look on his face that said, "I'm thinking of you."
"Our skeleton race's bone coins didn't come from thin air, so why should we waste them on them? It's like throwing meat buns to a dog—gone and never to be returned!"
The Skeleton General listened, his empty eye sockets flickering, as if he had been persuaded.
He usually found those mortals to be extremely troublesome, eating a lot, doing little, and being spoiled.
Seeing an opportunity, the sales manager, Skeleton, immediately pressed his advantage: "General, if you ask me, those with real skills, such as designers who can draw blueprints or doctors who know a little about medicine, would still be of some use if they stayed to help build our Skeleton God Palace!"
"But what's the point of keeping those ordinary people who can only do mindless labor like carrying bricks? Which of us skeleton warriors isn't stronger and more robust than them? They can even put their bones back on themselves if they break. Can they do that? They'd be bedridden for half a day if they just fell down!"
He paused, then his tone became even more seductive: "Right now, aren't the ones actually doing the work the skilled workers? What can those ordinary people do besides causing trouble and consuming food? They're just a burden to us, General!"
"Most importantly!" Sales Manager Skeleton lowered his voice, as if he were revealing a shocking secret, "Both the Blood God and the Wolf God have suffered heavy losses and are currently in a state of recuperation after their strength has been greatly depleted!"
"This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for our skeleton race to rise! By throwing away these useless mortal burdens, how much bone currency and energy can we save to recruit soldiers and strengthen ourselves?"
"When the time comes, we'll strike while they're sick—cough cough, I mean, while they're weak. Our Skeleton Clan will work diligently to rapidly grow stronger and become the undisputed overlord of this divine kingdom. Wouldn't that be just around the corner? This opportunity is too good to miss, General!"
The Skeleton General's eyes burned with intense spiritual fire as he listened, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made!
"That's right! That makes perfect sense!" The Skeleton General slapped his pelvis. "Those mortals, all they do is complain about being hungry and tired, always having aches and pains, and we have to send skeletons to cook for them!"
"They're a bunch of devils! We skeletons don't eat or drink, and we're efficient at our work, so why should we serve them!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and immediately stood up: "You lad, you're truly my lucky star! Come on! Come with me to see the other generals! This proposal must be agreed to by them as well!"
The Skeleton General felt that it might not be convincing enough for him to speak alone, and what if those old stubborn people disagreed?
His eyes darted around, and he pointed at the sales manager skeleton: "You, and you, you, you!" He then casually pointed at several other seemingly clever transmigrator skeletons. "Come with me, all of you! Let's give them a good talking to!"
"Yes, General!" The sales manager, Skeleton, was overjoyed and immediately led several members of his think tank, following behind the Skeleton General with great pride, toward the Skeleton Council Hall.
The Skull Council Hall was even more solemn and imposing than the General's Mansion.
Enormous bone pillars supported the towering dome, with several more powerful skeleton generals seated on either side, their eye sockets glowing with deep, eerie soul fire.
"Fellow colleagues!" The skeleton general shouted impatiently as soon as he entered the hall. "Today, I have stumbled upon a brilliant plan that will greatly increase the strength of my skeleton race, allowing us to surpass the Blood Bat and Wolf races and become the true rulers of the divine kingdom!"
Upon hearing this, the oldest-looking and most robust-looking skeleton general's soul fire flickered slightly, and he uttered a deep voice: "Oh? What brilliant plan has caused you to lose your composure like this?"
"That's certainly a brilliant idea!" The Skeleton General pushed forward the sales manager and the other transmigrated skeletons. "These are the strategists who came up with this ingenious plan! Let them explain it to you in detail!"
In an instant, all the skeleton generals' eyes were focused on these few skeleton soldiers.
Despite the danger, the sales manager, Skeleton, remained calm, cleared his non-existent throat, and stepped forward.
He embellished his previous statement, pointing at the bones and describing it vividly.
"...Therefore, my esteemed generals, dismissing these useless mortal prisoners and concentrating resources on developing our race is the best course of action! The previous input-output ratio was far too low! It was practically a losing proposition!" Sales Manager Skeleton concluded.
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