Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 70: Arrogance at the Gates of Death

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Standing across from the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunter headquarters, Idonea crossed her arms beneath her chest.

She had changed into a loose robe, its fabric hanging lightly over her frame, while her injuries were carefully wrapped in fresh bandages. Faint traces of dried blood still clung to the edges.

All around her, hushed conversations filled the air.

Every topic revolved around a single name...Thoren.

Many believed that the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunters had successfully set a trap for him.

They whispered that the evil necromancer kid had finally been cornered, that arrogance had led him back into town.

But Idonea knew better.

She and a select few understood the truth.

How could the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunters possibly compare to the Stonewall Tribe sealed within the ancient coffin?

She clenched her fingers unconsciously.

She was a Level 13 Lancer, someone who had survived countless battles in the Abyss.

Yet she had been handled like a helpless child by the monster inside the coffin.

She had not even managed to force her opponent to take her seriously.

And Thoren?

He had crushed them without breaking a sweat, dismantling their forces with terrifying ease.

What unsettled her even more was the fact that such a monstrous existence had now become part of his undead legion.

And now, some overconfident fools had decided to provoke that monster.

Just imagining what was about to unfold made the corners of her lips curl upward into a faint, anticipatory smile.

"Ah... I can’t wait to see their faces when he tears them apart," she muttered softly, her voice thick with grim satisfaction.

Basil had never threatened Thoren.

He had merely spoken out of turn.

Yet Thoren had broken every bone in his arm, crushing it beyond recovery and leaving him permanently crippled.

If that was the price of mere disrespect, then she could easily imagine the fate awaiting those who dared to threaten him directly.

While Idonea waited patiently outside, the atmosphere inside the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunter headquarters was filled with noise and indulgence.

A group of men sat around a large, round wooden table.

Thick slabs of roasted meat lay scattered across its surface, grease glistening under torchlight, accompanied by several jars of strong alcohol.

Laughter echoed through the room, loud and unrestrained.

These men were the captains of the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunters.

At the head of the table sat their leader, a young man with sharp features and a savage glint in his eyes.

His posture was relaxed, arrogant even, as though nothing in the Abyss could truly threaten him.

He was a Level 15 Hunter, a fact that fueled his confidence and sense of superiority.

The Ghost Scream Bounty Hunters were composed of three main professions: Hunters, Assassins, and Warriors.

Among them, Warriors were the fewest.

Hunters dominated the ranks, relying on tracking, ambushes, and overwhelming numbers rather than brute force.

"Boss, your plan worked," one of the captains said, leaning forward with a flattering grin plastered across his face.

"Of course it worked," another chimed in quickly. "The Boss’s strategy is flawless. Other bounty hunter groups were practically drooling with jealousy when they heard about it."

"Hahahaha!"

The room erupted in laughter.

The Boss leaned back in his chair, soaking in their praise, pride swelling in his chest.

The Abyss was vast beyond imagination. If they had tried to hunt Thoren through conventional means, following rumors and broken trails.

It would have taken months, perhaps even years to locate him.

But this plan?

This plan drew the prey directly to them.

As for the Crimson Arc Guild pressuring them to release the captured women, the Boss hadn’t spared them a second thought.

With the backing they had, both visible and hidden.

Why should they fear a mere guild?

"I heard the boy is already making his way here," another captain said, lifting his jar and taking a long gulp.

"After this, our reputation will soar," someone else added. "The name of Ghost Scream will echo throughout the Abyss."

"And the Federation’s pressure will lessen as well," another voice chimed in. "After all, we’ve helped them more than enough."

"Hahahaha!"

Their laughter rang out once more.

From the beginning, their goal had never been to rise to the top or challenge the Abyss itself.

Most of them possessed D-rank talents or lower. Fighting for humanity’s survival had never been their dream.

They wanted comfort.

They wanted wealth.

They wanted to enjoy their lives.

And while they hadn’t completely abandoned their humanity, that didn’t mean they would refuse a mission just because the target was human, especially if the Abyss races paid well.

Human or not.

Money was all that mattered.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the room.

"Boss!" a young man called out as he rushed in, barely able to hide his excitement. "He’s arrived."

"Very well." The Boss nodded, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Let’s go and welcome our guest."

"Bwahahaha!"

He rose to his feet, laughter spilling from his lips.

One by one, the captains followed, their amusement evident as they strode toward the exit.

Outside, a massive crowd had gathered before the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunter headquarters.

The Crimson Arc Guild stood among them, with Arin at the forefront.

Surrounding them were members of weaker guilds, independent awakeners, and everyone eager to witness how the situation would unfold.

At the center of it all stood Thoren.

He faced the building calmly, his expression detached and unreadable.

He spared Ophelia, Fidelia, and the others only a brief glance before returning his gaze to the entrance.

From the corner of his eye, he had already noticed men quietly positioning themselves to block every possible escape route.

The moment he arrived, they had decided he would not be allowed to leave.

Not that he had any intention of doing so.

Creak. Creak.

The doors opened.

The Boss stepped out first, followed closely by his captains. Their faces were etched with arrogance, disdain, and absolute confidence.

"Have you come to surrender yourself?" the Boss asked, his deep voice echoing across the square.

"Since you dared to go against the Federation, you should have known this hour would come."

He clasped his hands behind his back, chin raised. "You’re lucky. We won’t kill you. We’ll simply hand you over to the Federation officers."

Silence fell.

No one spoke.

No one dared to breathe too loudly.

All eyes were fixed on Thoren.

Would he surrender without resistance?

The air grew heavy, suffocating beneath his silence.

"You must be the leader of the Ghost Scream Bounty Hunters," Thoren said at last, his tone casual, almost bored.

"That’s right," the Boss replied proudly. "Now hurry up. Don’t ruin my good mood."

Instead of responding to the taunt, Thoren glanced around the area.

"I see you brought all your men," he said calmly.

The bounty hunters frowned, confusion flickering across their faces.

Before anyone could question his meaning, Thoren continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"You see... I don’t like being threatened."

Whoosh!

Before anyone could react, the hooded skeleton beside him vanished.

It was a Level 14 undead Stonewall Warrior.

Behind Ophelia and Fidelia, three Level 11 Warriors stood guard. Yet before they could even raise their weapons, the undead moved.

To them, its movements felt impossibly fast. Like watching shadows slip through water.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A gleaming dagger flashed in the skeleton’s hands as it slit through their throats with ruthless precision.

"Ahhhh!"

Blood sprayed across the ground.

Screams pierced the air.

The crowd froze, horror seizing their hearts.

One thought echoed through every mind present.

What... just happened?