“When we reach the Gospel, you’ll join me in handling corpses, and then I’ll find you a part-time job in death scene cleanup. The Necromancy Sect doesn’t have many books; it’s all about hands-on experience. Handling corpses is the fastest way to grasp the physiological traits of various races.”

Chikara nodded repeatedly, asking, “Mentor, does death scene cleanup help with the Necromancy Sect?”

Harvey thought seriously for a moment and shook his head, “No, it doesn’t.”

The orc was taken aback, “Then why should I take a part-time job in death scene cleanup?”

“Hmm?” Harvey looked puzzled, “You’re asking why… death scene cleanup is fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yes, through this part-time job, you can witness most death scenes. People who hang themselves, due to gravity and incontinence, have excrement and urine flowing down their legs, covering the floor; those who drown have a giant’s appearance, their swollen state is quite striking; those who die in high temperatures after a few days become a breeding ground for maggots. When you turn their heads and see maggots and flies crawling out of their mouths, noses, and eyes, it’s truly… wow…”

Harvey spoke with a sense of longing, even licking his lips, though it was unclear what he was reminiscing about. However, seeing the orc’s stern expression, he asked, “Don’t you find it interesting?”

“Because you’re my mentor now, I don’t want to say anything too harsh,” Chikara replied.

“But,” Harvey thought for a moment, “I became a necromancer starting from death scene cleanup.”

“If it doesn’t help with the Necromancy Sect, we can skip it,” Chikara suggested.

“But death scene cleanup is meaningful,” Harvey gave an example, “For instance, once I handled a murder case in a shared apartment. Six people lived there, all good friends, and five were killed. I cleaned the scene thoroughly, even washing the blood splattered on the walls. The only survivor, seeing such a clean apartment, would surely feel at ease.”

Would the survivor really continue living in that apartment?

Chikara said, “You mean I can learn to respect life and understand death through death scene cleanup?”

Harvey was momentarily stunned, then nodded, “Yes, exactly, that’s what I meant.”

“Alright then.”

Chikara glanced at Harvey and added, “It does sound a bit interesting.”

“Exactly, exactly.” Harvey found the orc much more agreeable, “You have a talent for the Necromancy Sect. You can definitely become a great disciple of Haagen-Dazs like me.”

At this point, Harvey’s lower body had regenerated, but only his right hand had been restored, as Chikara didn’t have much spellforce left.

“So, are we heading to the Kingdom of Gospel?”

“Yes, after all, the Empress of Gospel is Ashe’s daughter,” Harvey said, “If we want to settle down, Gospel is the best choice.”

The orc was stunned, thinking for a moment before asking, “The Empress, is she the most powerful person in the country? Like a Demi-God in the divine era?”

“Exactly.”

“The Empress is Mr. Ashe’s daughter?”

“Exactly.”

“How did you end up in Senlo?” the orc asked sincerely.

“Ashe always triggers some strange events. I’ve gotten used to their sudden travels,” Harvey advised his only disciple, “If you don’t want to die, stay away from Ashe.”

“But aren’t you a close friend of Mr. Ashe?”

“I’m not afraid of death,” Harvey said, “The main reason I travel with him is that I believe he can bring me a grand death.”

The orc began regenerating his left hand, chuckling, “And also because traveling with Mr. Ashe and Mr. Igor is fun, right?”

“Though it’s called traveling, most of the time it’s fleeing, being hunted, hiding, or even being enslaved. There’s always some crisis hanging over our heads,” the necromancer said, “But it’s never boring. With them, even if there’s a destination, you never reach it because you never know when they’ll have a new idea.”

“But you don’t dislike it, do you?”

“How could I dislike it?” Harvey chuckled, “I crave this thrilling life of battling death. If I didn’t die this time, maybe next time I will.”

“Mentor, you should cherish your life more,” Chikara said with a wry smile, “At least don’t die before you finish teaching me.”

“If I really have to die, there’s nothing I can do,” Harvey said leisurely, “When it’s time to die, die earnestly. Then, you should properly collect my corpse. It’s your mentor, your textbook, and your tool.”

Chikara knew he couldn’t persuade the necromancer. He thought for a moment and said, “Mentor, do you know what position I held at the Tribulation Fire Chapel?”

“Weren’t you a Bishop?”

“Bishop is a rank, not a position,” the orc said, “My position was an end-of-life care specialist.”

Harvey was taken aback, “End-of-life care?”

“Most Senlo people can only live up to 28 years. When the time comes, they quickly lose physiological functions in bed,” Chikara explained, “From losing the ability to work to death, it takes about 30 days. Unless they commit suicide, those thirty days are extremely painful for anyone.”

Harvey nodded, understanding that death was one thing, but waiting for it to come in thirty days was another.

“The Tribulation Fire Chapel doesn’t advocate suicide, so to help them embrace death peacefully, there’s the position of end-of-life care specialist,” Chikara said, pointing to himself with his thumb, “Healers are basically end-of-life care specialists. To be honest, my end-of-life care services receive rave reviews from everyone!”

Harvey was a bit puzzled, “Even if someone gives a bad review, they’re dead…”

“So if the Kingdom of Gospel has end-of-life care specialists, I highly recommend you take it up as a part-time job. Even if they don’t, you can start a similar service,” the orc said, “I cherish life so much because I’ve seen too many people clinging to life before death. After all, if ordinary people want to live so much, how can we sorcerers give up easily?”

Harvey understood Chikara’s point. He thought for a moment and nodded, “I’ll become an end-of-life care specialist, and you take up death scene cleanup.”

“It’s a deal.” The orc extended his hand, “But our Tribulation Fire Chapel’s end-of-life care is definitely the most professional. We even have elegies for the living. I’ll teach you later…”

Harvey extended his hand, but just then, the world shook violently, and his hand grasped nothing.

A massive rift suddenly appeared in the world, and Chikara was right at its edge. The orc reacted swiftly, spreading his virtual wings, deploying his Sanctuary, and activating the Movement Miracle. He did everything he could, but it was as if he was swept away by an invisible torrent, inevitably flowing into the rift.