When someone heard the word ‘undead,’ what monsters would come to mind? Right, first were the zombies. The wraiths that appeared on the dungeon’s 6th floor also counted as undead.

The ones people would think of second were of course…

“Human.”

“Human with juicy ribs.”

“Splint bone is mine.”

I yelled in exasperation, “Screw off, I can’t even make beef bone soup with you guys!”

Skeletons. They were undead creatures without any flesh and were made of white or black bones.

Peika remarked in a sad tone, [Lightning doesn’t work well on bones, Master…]

I consoled her, “Don’t be sad, Peika. We just have to thoroughly crush them to make up for it.”

By using my spear like a club, I shattered the incoming skeletons. They were much tougher and had much stronger attacks compared to zombies or ghouls. Even so, they were much weaker than me. Their attacks were only strong enough to the point that they could scratch my armor if I let them freely attack. In other words, they could just barely break through my defense to deal a tiny bit of damage. Of course, they were embarrassingly weak.

However,...