After walking out of the Undead Crypt's teleportation portal, Zich still carried a faint aura of death and the smell of bone ash.
He lowered his head and glanced at his clothes.
The corners of his outfit were stained with grayish white bone powder, and there were several tears on the sleeves left by undead claws. Although he did not look miserable enough to be unable to face people, if he attended the so called most anticipated Chosen One Tournament on the first layer looking like this, he would more or less resemble someone who had just crawled out of a grave.
... In a certain sense, that was not exactly wrong.
After closing the Undead Crypt's teleportation portal, the first thing Zich did was not check his equipment, nor reopen the forum, but head straight upstairs to take a bath.
Hot water quickly filled the bathtub.
