Harvey said coldly, "I don't like tossing around words like revenge, grudges, or hatred. Only cowards use fancy language to cover their own incompetence or twist words to justify their rage. But now, I'm a necromancer in a foreign land. I have no past, no future. Corpses aren't just my materials; they're my home."

He added, "I don't care about long-term gains. My mood is the only thing that dictates my actions."

Iger raised an eyebrow. "Clearly. Just by seeing you eat Moon Candies every day, it's obvious you only want a short-lived life. Are you planning to take revenge on Annan?"

"Maybe," Harvey muttered, chewing on his knuckles. "It depends on my mood at the time. If I run...