The opponent's desire to fight had completely vanished.

The perception brought by spirituality informed Su Ziyu that Sister Friede was in a very peculiar state; it was as if a black ring in her body was drawing faint breaths from the flame.

"Shall we chat casually then?"

Su Ziyu also sat by the bonfire, facing Sister Friede, ready to react if anything seemed amiss.

Pop.

He casually took out the Demon Gourd, poured a cup of Immortal Brew, then handed it to Sister Friede, saying slowly, "Would you like a cup?"

"No need," Sister Friede gently shook her head, "Nuns cannot drink alcohol."

"Besides, I lost my sense of taste long ago."

How pitiful.

Not even needing to eat?

Su Ziyu drank by himself, shook his head, and asked curiously, "Do you replenish energy just by warming yourself by the fire? No need for any food at all?"

"The Undead do not require food," Sister Friede replied softly.

No wonder.

Su Ziyu discovered it was difficult to find normal food in this world; if the Undead didn't need food, it would be challenging for him to find clean food, so he needed to be frugal with his food supplies.

Perhaps attracted by the scent of Immortal Brew, a slight change appeared on Sister Friede's calm expression. She took out a faintly glowing bottle and drank from it by the bonfire, soon causing a fleeting spark to appear on her body. A warm flame coursed through her.

This is the only drink the Undead can feel.

——"Elemental Bottle (Strange Item): Unknown."

The contents truly resembled molten lava; even Su Ziyu could sense a hint of heat through the bonfire.

"Really not going to try it?"

"In this world, it's hard to find a better drink than this," Su Ziyu said with a smile.

Sister Friede appeared overly calm, sometimes just like a wooden figure; this should be the state after losing humanity, and Su Ziyu was curious if she still desired material things.

Sister Friede hesitated slightly, then reached out to take the drink from Su Ziyu and drained her cup.

Cough, cough.

The next moment, a flush appeared on Sister Friede's face, as if she were drinking for the first time, her eyes slightly glowing. "It's impossible. I can actually taste it."

"No."

"It's not liquor. It's a very pure form of energy."

"Just like the Elemental Bottle."

"Can you pour me another cup?"

Su Ziyu looked at Sister Friede, who gazed longingly, finally gaining a bit of understanding about the state of the Undead; they aren't completely devoid of sensations but had passively lost them.

"Please." Su Ziyu smiled and refilled her cup.

Souls are common in this world, and he wasn't short of brewing ingredients; the souls Sister Friede dropped were enough for plenty of refinement.

"Very mystical drink." After Sister Friede drank another cup, she didn't ask for more.

She fell into contemplation.

These Undead are truly odd; Hawkwood would mutter to himself, Sister Friede loved to space out, seemingly stuck by the bonfire after resurrection, unlike normal people who would have left this vicinity.

Almost there.

Su Ziyu watched the seemingly dazed Sister Friede and asked softly, "Has anything significant happened in this world recently?"

"Could you tell me about it?"

Sister Friede glanced at Su Ziyu, her attention still focused on the bonfire, speaking slowly, "According to ancient agreements, the King of Ash for this Fire Transmission is the Second Prince of Lorric, but Prince Lorien protected the Second Prince."

"They refused the Fire Transmission."

"The ancient bell tolled, summoning us, the Unkindled, from the Fire Transmission Ritual Site to fulfill the world continuation's necessary Fire Transmission Ceremony."

Refusal to link the fire?

Appears I'm not the only one reluctant to become some shitty King of Ash?

This world's natives have refused the Fire Transmission too.

Su Ziyu's eyes lit up at the words, asking, "Tell me about these two princes."

Sister Friede gazed at Su Ziyu, pondering, then said slowly, "Due to the loss of humanity, I've forgotten some past."

"I can only share what I know."

Su Ziyu quietly nodded, feeling a slight sympathy for the nun before him.

It's said the Unkindled ultimately forget even their names.

Sister Friede was slightly better, at least remembering her past, unlike those who forgot their names—who were the most pitiful. Yet, nameless Unkindled were the most fearsome, having historically brought down Kings of Ash.

A group of pitiful Undead.

They were merely tools for executing the Fire Transmission Ceremony.

Soon, from Sister Friede's words, Su Ziyu gained critical information about this world.

The Fire Transmission Ceremony in this world was held periodically; except for the first King of Ash, Sun King—Gwyn's soul, which burned for a long time, other Kings of Ash couldn't last long before failing.

Relying solely on burning strong souls could sustain a world for how long?

Clearly, it's not enough to burn.

Thus, the interval between Fire Transmission Ceremonies shortened progressively, until eventually having to start training Kings of Ash prematurely, due to the scarcity of eligible strong individuals.

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