Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

For the next few days, Dean McKenzie stayed in the Swiftwind Wolf valley and did not venture out.

During the day, while improving his proficiency with his “Bone Shield” skill, he also took the opportunity to level up his “Meditation.”

In the evenings, Dean’s energy remained high, even when the seven elite goblins were too exhausted to move.

To ensure that the seven elite goblins would be ready for the next day’s training, Dean made sure they had a hearty meat soup and then made them rest early.

He, on the other hand, was busy with his next task.

Dean’s night time activities were well-planned.

Mostly two things.

One was brewing potions with the old goblin.

Speaking of this, Dean couldn’t begin to express his feelings.

Initially, he thought the old goblin was enlightened in potion brewing.

But after learning from him, Dean realized that the old goblin’s brew was purely based on experience, with no techniques to speak of.

What ingredients were added depended entirely on the herbs available at hand.

When to add them was controlled solely by the old goblin.

Dean watched as the old goblin seemed to have no control over the brewing, sometimes even falling asleep.

Even so, the old goblin was still able to produce potions.

Although the potions typically had side effects like diarrhea and dizziness, they were mostly effective. Sometimes they even came out pretty good, making Dean have a love-hate relationship with the old goblin’s potions.

From Dean’s perspective, he followed the old goblin’s operations exactly, even performing better than the old goblin himself. But he just couldn’t brew any potions.

Eventually, Dean gave up on brewing his potions and just assisted the old goblin at night, hoping to induce the “Pharmacist” talent. He also told the young goblins stories and taught them to read and write while making them some chicken soup.

Yes, every evening Dean gathered the young goblins in the tribe.

He knew very well that if he wanted to truly change the goblins, he should pin his hopes on the young goblins.

Young ones of any race naturally embodied characteristics like innocence, beauty, and hope.

The goblin youngsters were no exception.

At least compared to the grown goblins, Dean saw much more hope in these youngsters.

Dean was not sure how long he would stay in this dungeon.

What he could do was leave behind some seeds of civilization before he left.

At first, the young goblins felt uncomfortable and feared Dean. But over a few days, they became lively around him.

At the same time, they yearned for the civilized world that Dean depicted for them.

“Chief, is it true that people can fly in the sky?”

“Chief, are there really houses that big?”

“Chief, can male goblins really be together?”

“Chief, is the food really that delicious?”

Dean rubbed the little ones’ heads.

“Yes, the outside world is far more wonderful than you can even imagine!

I hope that one day you can leave here and see the vast world outside.

Instead of being trapped in the forest forever.

Of course, you have another choice, that is to change your current environment with your own hands, making the world you live in even better!

Also, the one who asked about goblins’ affair, stand up!”

Most of the young goblins in front of Dean didn’t understand his words.

They were staring at him with innocent and naive eyes.

However, Strong Bear, who was tired from a full day’s work but insisted on helping out, was deep in thought.

Listening to Dean’s words while looking at his back.

It seemed that for the first time, she understood what Dean wanted to do. Her eyes were shining brightly.

On Dean’s fourth day in the dungeon.

The Swiftwind Wolf valley had already taken on a new look.

In the valley, houses had been built, and a plaza had been cleared in the middle.

In the valley, a dozen young goblins were playing with the last few, friendlier wolf cubs.

Outside the valley, on the flat ground by the stream, a large field had been roughly plowed. Corn seeds had already been sown, some of which had even sprouted.

The entire tribe began to show some signs of civilization.

Meanwhile, Dean also reaped benefits on the fourth day.

[Your skill “Bone Shield” (Enhanced) has been upgraded to level 3!]

[Your skill “Meditation” has been upgraded to level 3!]

Skill: Meditation

Level: 3 (0/1000)

Effect: Rapid mana recovery in a meditative state.

Current Mana Recovery Speed: 4 points/minute

Skill: Bone Shield (Enhanced)

Level: 3 (0/5000)

Cost: 20 points

Incantation: Forge an unbreakable shield with the power of death

Effect: Summons a bone shield with defense equal to 2.4 times Spirit plus 27, lasts for 70 seconds

Invisible Shield: Your bones will constantly create an invisible shield with a defense value of 27, which will regenerate in 30 minutes if destroyed.

Skill Trait: Bone Hardening (Level 2) (Passive skill defense increased by one hundred percent (capped at 50%)) (This effect does not apply to the Invisible Shield)

Both skills were upgraded to level 3.

Of course, the increase in Meditation was just a secondary gain, only augmenting mana recovery efficiency.

The main thing was the upgrade of “Bone Shield”.

The level 3 Bone Shield could be enhanced twice.

“Finally, Bone Shield is at level 3,1 can get busy now!

Strong Bear, bring people, let’s go for a walk!”

In the past few days, Dean deliberately didn’t address the Goblin Tribe, didn’t deal with the “Strong Bear” and the “Earth-Armored Hog”, and didn’t level up. He was waiting for today.

Next, Dean planned to use the Strong Bear, the Earth-Armored Hog, and the disobedient goblins as fodder to enhance the “Bone Shield”.

“I’m really looking forward to what kind of Bone Shield I can enhance!”

Then, led by Strong Bear, Dean went to visit each of the goblin tribes in the forest.

He sincerely invited these tribes to join his tribe and become his people.

Of course, the tribes wouldn’t just agree to Dean’s request.

Especially the original elders, leaders, and elite goblins who held power in their tribes.

They arrogantly believed that they wouldn’t just submit because Dean said so.

What qualifications did a mere human have to rule over them?

Usually, at this point, Dean would give them a Bone Fang.

Then, these goblins would reflect on their attitude in the Land of Bone.. Were they too arrogant? Were they too loud?