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T/N: I translated 絵を踏む which litterally means “stepping on paintings” as “Breaking with Tradition” to capture the bold move of kicking old beliefs to the curb. In historical Japan, “stepping on the painting” symbolized defying something sacred—a real “no turning back” statement! So, “Breaking with Tradition” felt like a good fit, bringing across that same rebellious spirit without, well, literally trampling on artwork. It’s less about stepping and more about giving tradition a friendly (or not-so-friendly) farewell wave.

Over 360 bones, tendons, cartilage, nerves, blood vessels, muscles, fat, brain, eyeballs, nose, ears, lips, heart, lungs, stomach, liver, kidneys, pancreas, small intestine, large intestine, ovaries, uterus… Assembling all these intricate parts into a complete body was no easy task, even with Mari’s [Metamor] ability. The physical constraints, the constant demand for massive nutrients, and the digestive challenges of consuming so much at once made it tough. In the end, Mari had only completed about two-thirds of the work.

“This was my first attempt, so I thought I’d keep going if it went smoothly… but I’ll have to pause for a while,” Mari admitted.

From behind her, two ghostly pale arms reached forward and wrapped around her. A woman’s voice, slightly older and tinged with gratitude, whispered into her ear, “Thank you… I’ll never forget this debt.”

The speaker was a woman with pale skin and loosely wavy, unkempt hair that fell over her features, leaving only one eye, her nose, and her mouth visible. Her visible features were refined and beautiful in an otherworldly way, but her gaze held an unsettling intensity—a darkness, as if something within her had boiled down to a quiet, intense light that refused to dim. It was a look that, despite her beauty, gave an impression of a poisonous flower rather than a naked blade.

T/N: The phrase “naked blade” (剥き出しの刃) in Japanese suggests a mix of beauty and danger—like an unsheathed sword, sharp and alluring but definitely not something you’d want to get too close to. It’s often used for characters who might look charming but have an edge that says, “Handle with caution!”

And anyone observing them from behind would find the scene even more unsettling: the woman, who was embracing Mari from behind, had no lower body. Her upper torso grew directly from Mari’s back, as if the two were fused.

Mari, however, didn’t seem particularly concerned. “Yeah, well, I’m doing this because I got a divine protection and a promise to put in a good word for me with other gods. I’ve already received the divine protection in advance as well. Don’t worry about it, Bashas.”

The woman growing from her back was none other than the “Goddess of Rain Clouds,” Bashas. They were in the middle of creating her physical body using Mari’s [Metamorph] skill.

Bashas was a proper goddess, worshipped in certain parts of the Alcrem Duchy, although some considered her a bad omen due to her association with floods and heavy rains. Nonetheless, she was thought to be merciful, her divinity stemming from a woman who achieved greatness in weather forecasting, her soul later ascended into godhood.

“Or should I call you ‘Goddess’?” Mari enquired.

“Oh no, you can call me by name. We’re close enough for that, aren’t we?” Bashas replied warmly.

“Huh? Well, when you say close…” Mari hesitated, unsure how to respond to the goddess’s sudden affection.

“You said we were sisters who shared blood and flesh,” Bashas said softly, leaning closer. “I remember. When I was human, I didn’t have many friends, so I longed for things like a soulmate or a true friend.”

Though known as a benevolent goddess, Bashas seemed to have a “heavy” personality—a trait that would be called a “landmine” in Japan. Her expressions of love and loyalty had a peculiar intensity, one that could easily overwhelm anyone unprepared.

Mari blinked, trying to laugh it off. “Well, I’m a bit taken aback when you suddenly say something so… Arthur-like.”

Mari remembered that Arthur, the tough-looking but pure-hearted young man whom Bashas had chosen as a hero candidate, along with his sister and childhood friend, all had personalities where their affection for people quickly escalated.

She thought that perhaps Arthur worshipped Bashas, who had few followers even in the Alcrem Duchy, because he felt they had something in common, but that was Mari’s misunderstanding. It was the other way around. Bashas had given her divine protection to Arthur, who was talented among her few followers, a pure-hearted young man, and furthermore, had something in common with her. Come to think of it, before receiving the divine protection, Arthur, who was just a strong hunter, couldn’t have sensed a god’s personality.

“Sorry, I got carried away in my happiness,” Bashas said, her tone softening. “I shouldn’t rush. We’ll take things slow and start as friends… But you trust me so much, and I trust and love you enough to give you my divine protection. I think this is already more than just a friendship.”

Seeing and hearing Bashas’s behavior, some might wonder if it’s okay for a goddess to have such a personality.

Mari thought so for a moment too. However, she quickly changed her mind, remembering the young guardian of the little girl she calls Mama, and the boy she worships as a god.

(Besides, if she’s like Arthur, she doesn’t seem likely to cause any real harm. She’s a goddess, and what she’s saying is… well, she’s a goddess.)

Mari doesn’t know Arthur very well. The first real conversation she had with him was when she heard his request to “create a vessel for Bashas,” which was quite recent. However, she had heard about his character through others, and because he was a straightforward person, it was easy to understand him even from their brief encounter.

Moreover, since she was creating a body for Bashas using [Metamorph], Mari herself had also gathered information about her.

According to Darcia, “Vida says she’s a lonely girl but a good one,” and according to Talos, “She’s quite a fine woman, I think!” Luvesfol hadn’t met her much, so his opinion wasn’t helpful… but overall, there were only positive evaluations without any warnings like “be careful” or “better not get close.”

Thinking about it, it might be natural for her affection to escalate quickly, considering Mari had already received her divine protection.

Mari found herself relaxing a little. Bashas, she reasoned, was probably harmless in her affections. But as she pondered, a sudden knock on the door drew her attention.

“Mari, I brought seconds. Bashas, how are you holding up?” Vandalieu entered, pushing a cart brimming with food.

“Thank you! I’m starving!” Mari grinned as Vandalieu handed her some food.

Bashas beamed as well. “The vessel my beloved Mari is creating… it’s wonderful.”

Initially, Mari had hoped to complete Bashas’s body as a surprise for Vandalieu. But when the project proved more difficult than she’d expected, she came clean and asked for his help. And although he was indeed surprised at the sight of Bashas’s upper body sprouting from Mari’s back, at least she’d still succeeded in surprising him. Though it was a different kind of surprise than intended.

“I’m surprised. I didn’t realize you were so close with Bashas,” Vandalieu said, mildly impressed.

“Well, I’ve given it some thought. It seems like in this world, it’s not a problem to worship multiple gods,” Mari shrugged.

Unlike [Earth] or [Origin], the world of [Lambda] accommodated the worship of multiple gods since many of them cooperated in maintaining and managing the world. This practicality meant it was normal for most people, outside of clergy, to pray to multiple deities.

However, in Mari’s case, the order was reversed from the norm; she started worshipping to receive divine protection after accepting the request to create a body to serve as a vessel.

“…Neither Bashas herself, nor Vida or Talos said anything, but is this kind of faith okay?” Mari murmured.

As someone who knows the common sense of [Earth] and [Origin], Mari seemed to be slightly concerned that her way of “faith” might be impure. Especially in front of Vandalieu, who is her main object of worship.

“I think it’s fine,” Vandalieu reassured Mari, his tone conveying both friendship and guardianship. “It’d be different if you were dedicating your life to faith in a church, but that’s not the case here.”

In this world, where gods actively exist, bestow divine protections upon believers, and dispatch messengers, faith inherently includes the practical purpose of gaining tangible benefits in mortal life.

Certainly, some choose a path of rigorous training to refine their body and mind, becoming pillars of spiritual support for others. However, there’s no shame in taking a different approach. Both paths are valid.

“Besides,” Vandalieu continued, “even I worship gods as part of pursuing my own happiness, which is an impure reason. If I’m accepted despite that, then you’re fine.”

“Indeed, my beloved Mari,” Bashas said gently. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks, but being called ‘beloved Mari’ in front of others is a bit… And being hugged is also a bit…” (Mari)

“Thanks, but being called ‘my beloved Mari’ like this… and being hugged is… a little much,” Mari replied, shifting awkwardly in the goddess’s embrace.

Belatedly realizing that Bashas wasn’t wearing any clothes, Vandalieu began spinning threads from his mouth, knitting a garment for her right there.

“By the way, wasn’t there supposed to be an important meeting in Orbaume soon?” Mari asked, watching him work. “I thought it would a clone or a Demon King Familiar showing up instead of you personally.”

“Fshurururu. I prioritized this as it’s more important to me. Fshurururu,” Vandalieu answers the question while spitting thread and knitting clothes. His dexterity would surprise even silkworms.

Mari’s face brightened. “This makes me so happy, but… The Elected King will be there, and you’re the guest of honor, Vandalieu. It would be a shame if you didn’t attend in person instead of sending a Demon King Familiar,” she said thoughtfully.

Vandalieu nodded. “I understand. I’ve delivered the food and checked on both of you, so I’ll go as soon as I finish knitting Bashas’s clothes. Just so you know, though, this isn’t a marriage proposal or anything like that—it’s just a gift, okay?”

Vandalieu aimed to prevent a repeat of the Diana situation with this preemptive statement. While the birth of children was joyous, unplanned increases were best avoided. After all, some bones of the Beast-God Ganpaplio remained unused.

“P-Proposal… fu, fufu, fufufufufu,” Bashas whispered, her face turning red as she buried it in Mari’s hair trying to stifle her laughter.

“Bashas, your legs are finished now, so you can let go,” Mari said to the goddess. Turning to Vandalieu, she added, “Also, Van, I think you might have stirred up a hornet’s nest.”

T/N: Yabuhibe is used here. 藪蛇 (yabuhebi) literally means “a snake in the bushes,” but it’s an idiom used to express the idea of creating unnecessary trouble or making things worse unintentionally. In English, it’s similar to “stirring up a hornet’s nest” or “opening a can of worms.” Vandalieu basically tried to avoid triggering a flag with Bashas. Ironically, the attempt ended up raising a flag with her instead. 😛

“I’m thinking the same thing,” Vandalieu agreed, still spinning threads. “Fshurururu.”

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In June, the capital city of Orbaume in the Orbaume Kingdom faced an unprecedented crisis. Although human casualties were kept low, nearly every building was damaged, and the timeline for restoring the city seemed daunting. Under normal circumstances, the city would have been abandoned and the capital moved.

Yet, in less than three months, almost every structure—castles, city walls, guilds, large commercial buildings, and even regular citizens’ homes—had been repaired and rebuilt. The slums, a long-standing social issue, had been transformed into a bustling commercial district called Zakkart Street, filled with new shops and businesses.

Orbaume wasn’t just back on its feet; it was thriving, more lively and prosperous than ever.

“Grandma, you’re completely healthy now!” exclaimed one child.

“Haha, I’m so healthy now I could fly you two through the sky myself. No more old-lady treatment for me!” answered the grandma.

“M-Mother, please don’t do anything reckless!” warned her son.

“Bastard, your shoulder hit… Oh, my apologies! I didn’t mean to bump you. I’ll be more careful!” a hoodlom tried scamming someone before suddenly changing his tone.

“I should be the one apologizing. Did my horns hurt you? I have covers on them, but…” answered the person he was attempting to scam.

“No need to worry!”, apoligized the scammer’s friend, “Told you, bro, that con artist trick doesn’t work anymore!”

The price of this revival was an unusual mix in the city’s population—Demons and Undead. Many who had died in the incident had been pseudo-reincarnated as Demons by Vandalieu. For example, a winged Demon, now carrying her daughter and grandchild with ease, had once been a frail old woman. Another Demon, timid before the incident, now stood with horns sprouting from his head, shoulders, elbows, and knees, unknowingly warding off a con artist with his mere presence.

In addition, Knochen’s sub-bodies, resembling groups of Skeletons, drifted through the streets moaning “Oooon,” while a Ghoul—now recognized as one of Vida’s new races—bought snacks from a food stall. A caravan of Centaurs newly arrived from an autonomous region looked on in surprise at this transformed Orbaume. If this was the cost for such a swift recovery, the residents seemed more than willing to pay it.

“Hey Mom, I heard a crazy rumor that the Border Mountain Range actually moved, sealing off the border between the Sauron Duchy and the Mirg Shield-Nation. Is it true?” asked the daughter, who had just been cautioning her now-energetic flying mother.

“What are you saying? Moving a mountain range is an easy task for that esteemed person.” her mother answered.

Among the Demons, Vandalieu’s moving of a mountain range seemed like a casual inevitability. But for Corbitt, the Elected King, and the officials gathered in Knochen Castle for a council meeting, it was anything but ordinary.

“The mountain range moved. When I first heard it, I thought my butler had finally lost his mind… I never imagined it would actually be true.” Corbitt, the Elected King, looked dazed.

“I wish he had at least given us some advance notice,” one official muttered.

“Well, even if he had, it would have been troubling in its own way,” another official added with a shrug.

“Ha ha ha! Personally, it feels like my retirement is coming up soon—reason enough to celebrate,” joked Military Affairs Minister Dolmad.

The nobles grumbled and muttered complaints, while some, like Dolmad, laughed about the bizarre development.

“Even if we’d had advance notice, what difference would it have made, really?” Meorilith said dryly.

“What are you saying, Lady Meorilith!?” another official protested.

For some reason, Meorilith—a former A-class adventurer but not even an honorary noble—was present at the meeting. Though she had stepped down as principal of the Hero Preparatory School, her connections and status hadn’t vanished with her resignation, and no one in the room dared to treat her lightly.

“You’re right, I went too far in saying it’s meaningless,” Meorilith admitted. “There are plenty of political implications. By making prior arrangements, it gives the impression that the Demon Empire of Vidal is being considerate of you. And you gain the achievement of having made the Demon Empire of Vidal be considerate.”

When Meorilith said this, the nobleman who had retorted to her groaned in frustration but fell silent.

“I see. While it may not remain as official documentation, the accumulation of such customs between officials and diplomats builds trust. This is educational.” Vandalieu nodded repeatedly at her words. “Indeed, prior arrangements are important, aren’t they, teacher?”

“I’m no longer a teacher,” Meorilith retorted, “I’m just a hired adventurer now, until I repay my debt to you all,”

Though no longer principal of the Hero Preparatory School, Meorilith was attending the meeting to repay her debt to Vandalieu. That debt is for forcing them to graduate from the hero preparatory school in about half a year, when the minimum enrollment period is usually one year. This included Pauvina and Reinhard as well. To repay this debt, Meorilith resigned from her position as principal of the hero preparatory school, returned to being an adventurer, and offered her help. Of course, Vandalieu and the others didn’t demand this; it was her own decision.

“You don’t need to be so considerate,” Vandalieu said, “Even Pauvina and the others understand that it was an appropriate time considering the current situation.”

“No, as an educator, I can’t leave things unsettled,” Meorilith insisted. “Besides, don’t you think you need someone like me?”

While Meorilith is a former A-rank adventurer, in terms of combat strength, she’s useful to Vandalieu but not necessarily essential. There are plenty of others with A-rank adventurer level strength. “Vandalieu, I think you’re aware of this yourself… but you’re politically naive,” Meorilith asserted, “The fact that you forgot to make prior arrangements before moving the mountain range is proof of that.”

Despite his overwhelming strength, Vandalieu lacked political acumen. The few advisors he had were often too loyal and fanatical to counter his ideas. While Chezare, an undead, and Kurt, a former military official, could offer some insight, neither was well-versed in complex diplomacy. Dukes Hadros Jahan and Tackard Alcrem, though trusted friends, weren’t exactly available for casual national policy consultations.

Meorilith, with her experience handling noble relations, was exactly the advisor Vandalieu needed. Though not a civil official, she had forged connections with Orbaume’s nobility during her tenure as principal of the Hero Preparatory School. Her track record of resolving various negotiations and troubles made her an ideal candidate, checking all the necessary boxes.

“I look forward to your guidance and advice, teacher,” Vandalieu said earnestly. “I told you, stop calling me teacher,” she muttered.

The nobles breathed a sigh of relief at this development. Typically, a ruler lacking political savvy would be an easy mark—ripe for manipulation, deceit, or creating obligations through strategic advice. However, the situation changes dramatically when that ruler commands a nation far more powerful than their own.

Unfamiliarity with customs could lead to unexpected conflicts. If these escalate into critical situations—or worse, war—it would spell disaster for the Orbaume Kingdom. Despite Vandalieu’s generosity and Darcia’s divine status as Vida’s incarnation, the nobles couldn’t shake their concerns.

Moreover, the nobles harbored additional expectations for Meorilith’s role in this delicate political landscape.

“She’s a good, reliable woman. To leave such a good woman single, you must have really withered, senior.” Schneider quipped, a smug smile on his face.

“Unlike you, a perpetually in heat womanizer brat, both she and I are adults.” Randolph replied dryly, his stare sharp enough to slice.

“Who are you calling a brat?” Schneider shot back, “I’ll be seventy in less than ten years. Have you forgotten that our race ages differently from elves? And for the record, I don’t just flirt and toss women aside—I make sure to stick by them, alright?”

“Face reality already—do you see any old men of your kind around here? Or is it just your lower half that’s young while your head’s completely lost to romantic nonsense? And keep your nose out of other people’s love lives—go munch on something harmless, why don’t you?” Randolph retorted.

It was like a quarrel between thugs, but the ones doing it were the “Lightning” Schneider, the S-rank adventurer from the Amid Empire, and Randolph the “True”, the S-rank adventurer from the Orbaume Kingdom. The nobles sat in stunned silence, too terrified to intervene.

Unlike Schneider, Randolph is known for his reasonableness. The great nobles have established connections with him, and it’s common knowledge that he’s not prone to throwing tantrums or going on rampages.

Schneider, however, is a different story. This is the Orbaume Kingdom nobles’ first encounter with him, and his reputation precedes him. Rumors—based on solid facts—tell of his shocking behavior: once, in a fit of rage, he beat a noble to death in broad daylight on a main street. Since then, he’s become infamous for his outrageous habit of seizing anyone who irritates him—noble or not—by the collar and hurling them skyward.

The nobles of the Orbaume Kingdom lacked the resolve to confront such a dangerous individual. They discreetly maintained their distance from the pair, hoping the tension would dissipate naturally. However, the situation persisted, showing no signs of easy resolution.

The truth was, as S-rank adventurers representing enemy countries, they had deep-seated grudges against each other. In fact, they had indirectly clashed in missions they had accepted along and inside the border that existed until a few days ago between the Mirg shield-nation and the Sauron Duchy.

Asylum seekers who were supposed to be escorted to safety were captured, or prisoners of war who were supposed to be transported were rescued before the mission even started. Since they had never directly confronted each other, both probably only harbored frustration of the “I’ve been had!” variety. However, now that Schneider had nominally and practically left the Amid side, a direct confrontation would be unavoidable. That’s the nobles’ eyes turned to Vandalieu, silently begging him to intervene. But Vandalieu, oblivious to their pleas, simply observed.

“You two, I can see you’re getting along well, but maybe we could quiet down now? The meeting is about to start,” he said calmly.

Vandalieu wasn’t taking Randolph and Schneider’s argument seriously. This was because he couldn’t sense any killing intent from the two glaring at each other. That’s why Vandalieu was nonchalantly interpreting their glaring match as just a verbal spat.

“Randolph, if you’re going to treat him like a child, at least act your age. You’re wasting my time, I’m working here,” Meorilith scolded, exasperated.

“Schneider, if you want to call yourself an elder, show some restraint,” added Lissana with a sigh.

Both women stepped in to break up the quarrel, Meorilith restraining Randolph while Lissana held Schneider back. With frowns, the two men reluctantly turned away from each other, allowing the meeting to begin.

“Well then, since everyone has gathered, shall we start the joint meeting between the Demon Empire of Vidal and the Orbaume Kingdom?” Corbitt, the Elected King, announced.

“Yes, let’s proceed,” agreed Chezare.

In the meantime, those who had hesitated to enter the room during the clash now took their seats, so Corbitt and Chezare quickly moved things along before any more trouble could arise. This wasn’t just any ordinary meeting—it was a significant one where nobles would discuss questions and proposals with the Demon Empire, including Vandalieu himself.

Technically, the meeting should have focused on countermeasures against the Holy Nation of Amid and the Farzon Duchy. But the nobles of the Orbaume Kingdom knew that, rather than worrying about the mountain-range-blocked enemy or the currently isolated Farzon Duchy, it was more strategic to strengthen their relationship with the Demon Empire.

“I have a few announcements,” Vandalieu began. “We’ve named the new mountain range the Ark Mountain Range. In partnership with Duchess Elizabeth Sauron, we’re planning to develop cities and build churches along the mountains.”

The nobles’ eyes turned enviously toward Elizabeth, who was sitting nervously in her seat. Until now, the Sauron Duchy had been the front line against enemy nations. But now, with the new mountain range, it would transform into a trade hub between the Orbaume Kingdom and the powerful Demon Empire—a position that promised endless benefits.

“Next, regarding the establishment of embassies between our nations, we will allow it under certain conditions,” Vandalieu continued.

“Really?” exclaimed one of the representatives, eyes wide. “Ooh. What are the conditions?” another asked eagerly, leaning forward.

The establishment of embassies meant having official bases for diplomacy and information gathering, a key step in understanding how to approach this new, powerful empire. But the nobles’ excitement wavered when they heard Vandalieu’s condition.

“If the Amid Holy Nation or the Farzon Duchy go to war with our empire, you would join as our allies,” Vandalieu stated.

This was a straightforward expectation for them to join Vidal in a war against the Farzon Duchy—the very duchy where some of their finest adventurers and elite troops had served until recently. Knochen’s sub-bodies handed out documents across the room. Signing these would be a decisive commitment. Though not bound by magic, breaking this agreement would be a significant betrayal that the Demon Empire wouldn’t take lightly.

“W-We can’t answer right now—” one of the representatives began, trying to deflect, but he was interrupted by four heavy thuds as documents were signed.

“Is this acceptable?” Duke Hadros asked, setting down his pen.

“I’ve signed as well. Please confirm it,” said Elizabeth.

“Over here, Mr. Knochen, please take this,” Birgit added.

“Good grief,” Tackard said, setting his seal.

Hadros, Elizabeth, Duke Birgit, and Tackard had signed and stamped their seals without hesitation. The other nobles quickly realized they’d been outmaneuvered. In normal diplomacy, top officials would have already prepared most of the discussion points to avoid surprises. This situation, however, was far from normal. Vandalieu had forced each duchy to make a decisive choice on the spot, preventing last-minute alliances with Alda.

(It was expected that not all dukes would be able to answer here. I intended to have them take it back once and then demand an answer, but… I didn’t expect even Duke Birgit to answer here. Perhaps he anticipated this?) Tackard thought, satisfied but slightly surprised.

“W-Wait, I’m pressing my seal now!” declared Duke Lukas Hartner. “There’s no need to rush.” Vandalieu said calmly. “You don’t have to decide here, but of course, we’d like your answer before any war breaks out.”

“No! Please take it now!” Lukas insisted, handing over the document.

“The Corbitt Duchy pledges as well. Here’s our proof,” declared Corbitt, the Elected King, pressing his seal.

Duke Lukas Hartner and Corbitt the Elected King hurriedly pressed their seals on the documents. With that, six duchies had committed, and the remaining ones seemed likely to follow suit. The choice was clear.

“Finally, I have one last announcement,” Vandalieu added. “We will change the name of our sect from ‘Vida Fundamentalism’ to ‘Vida Faith.’”

“Does this mean you’re aligning with ordinary Vida believers?” one of the attending representatives asked.

“No, we’re just changing the name. We have no intention of changing our principles and assertions at all.” Vandalieu clarified.

Vandalieu had been advocating Vida Fundamentalism, but that wasn’t because Vandalieu was a fundamentalist. It was simply because if they called themselves a peaceful faction or coexistence faction, it would be too similar to the “Alda Peaceful Faction” advocated by Heinz. He couldn’t stand the thought of people confusing the two due to a similarity in names.

But with Heinz now back in the Amid Holy Nation and the Alda Peaceful Faction losing influence throughout Orbaume, there was no longer any need to make that distinction. The Demon Empire could now assert its Vida faith as the true one.

It was a statement that might seem arrogant to Vida believers in human society, asserting that the Vida faith inside the Boundary Mountain Range is the legitimate one. However…

“Our beliefs are as we explained on stage. Please understand that this is simply a name change,” Darcia, the “Incarnation of Vida,” added with a smile from behind Vandalieu.

No Vida believer could say “we are more correct” against a sect that includes her, who can incarnate Vida into her body. And so, the Vida Fundamentalism, which was only a name, was dissolved.

● Monster Explanation: Skeleton Knight of the Netherworld Emperor God – by Luciliano

This is the race of Boneman, who has evolved to Rank 15. Though his appearance still resembles an ordinary skeleton, the hardness and flexibility of his bones now surpass even orichalcum. As a servant to the Netherworld Emperor God, Boneman has transformed into something akin to his master’s heroic spirit.

One notable change is his increased resistance to light-attribute anti-undead magic, indicating that he has transcended the usual framework of undead beings. Given that he possesses a physical body, he might be more accurately classified as an undead-type demi-god or a demi-god-type sub-undead.

However, since there is currently only one Boneman of this kind, it may be premature to assign a final classification. Similar entities may emerge in the future, and a more comprehensive evaluation can be made at that time.