Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Ye Bai followed behind the undead procession, leaving the treasure vault with them. Walking at the very end of the line, she ventured deeper into the passage.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ye Bai opened her equipment interface to inspect the grayish-white mask she had just equipped.

**[Perfect Disguise]**

Rarity: Rare

Type: ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‍Curio

Effect - Superior Camouflage: While wearing this mask, non-wearers of the same race will perceive the wearer as one of their own, rendering them neutral. This effect will be nullified if the wearer initiates an attack or is subjected to certain high-level detection skills.

Trait - Dragon's Mark: An artifact marked by the Ancient Dragons. Anywhere, those who dare to steal from the Dragon's private hoard will be hunted down by the Dragons.

Description: Once, a clever individual used this mask to deceive an Ancient Dragon, successfully infiltrating the Sky City. Unfortunately, this greedy soul was eventually discovered after attempting to steal from the Dragon's treasure vault. This unique and extraordinary item thus became one of the Dragon's prized possessions.

Wow!

Upon reading the mask's attributes, Ye Bai's eyes lit up with excitement.

Totally worth it!

Though the mask offered no stat bonuses, its effect was nothing short of extraordinary—a permanent and potent 'neutrality aura'!

Instantly, Ye Bai thought of its potential uses—it was practically a must-have for navigating high-level maps like the Divine Realm.

As long as she didn't attack or encounter high-level detection skills, wearing this mask would allow her to blend seamlessly into otherwise dangerous areas, avoiding the hostility of monsters.

Moreover, the skills capable of seeing through the disguise were likely exceedingly rare. After all, as the description suggested, deceiving an Ancient Dragon was no small feat. The Ancient Dragons were unique in appearance, and yet, wearing this clearly humanoid mask, one could infiltrate a dragon's lair. This indicated that the mask's effect wasn't merely an illusion of appearance but a manipulation of perception itself.

Its inclusion in the Dragon's collection as a Rare item further highlighted its exceptional nature, and its classification as a 'Curio' meant it was a unique, one-of-a-kind item.

As for the Dragon's Mark, given the mask's powerful effect, it was an acceptable trade-off. With the Ancient Dragons now extinct, Ye Bai was unlikely to encounter their wrath—unless she was exceptionally 'lucky.' Even if any Dragons remained, they probably wouldn't have the time to bother with her.

The only downside was that the mask would permanently occupy Ye Bai's [Mask] slot, becoming a bound item that couldn't be removed.

But for such an effect, sacrificing a mask slot was entirely worth it.

Ye Bai narrowed her eyes. It was no wonder she had resorted to using a magic scroll to 'capture' the paper figurine earlier. That little guy's reminder had indeed been a great help.

Otherwise, even if she had entered the Dragon's treasure vault—a veritable mountain of riches—Ye Bai would have been left with nothing but regret.

Though it was highly likely that the paper figurine had told Ye Bai about this equipment to set her up for a future quest in the Divine Realm, managing to extract a reward from the same schemer ahead of time was still a satisfying achievement.

As she pondered, the environment around Ye Bai began to change.

Following the undead procession further in, other dragonkin undead emerged from adjacent passages—dragon-scaled humans, half-dragons, dragonkin goblins... all the dragonkin who had thrived in the underground city beneath the Sky City were converging toward a certain direction.

When encountering other dragonkin undead, under the effect of the Perfect Disguise, they indeed treated Ye Bai as one of their own, completely ignoring her.

Aside from being unable to leave the procession, Ye Bai, a living being, blended perfectly into the crowd of undead. Though she looked like a husky trying to blend in with a pack of wolves, as long as she didn't foolishly attack these undead, she was relatively safe.

At this point, turning back to the treasure vault was no longer an option, so Ye Bai went with the flow, continuing to follow the undead army. To be honest, she was also deeply curious about what was causing this unusual activity among the undead.

Ye Bai instinctively thought of the donkey that had disappeared into the giant gate earlier, as well as the powerful codex the paper figurine had mentioned being taken from the treasure vault... Could there be a connection between these three?

Just then, the undead procession left the main passage, and Ye Bai's surroundings suddenly opened up.

Unlike the relatively cramped man-made passage, this was a vast, naturally formed underground cavern. Ahead, multiple winding underground rivers flowed, their black waters dotted with countless ghostly blue flames, illuminating the area with an eerie, cold glow.

Intersecting between the rivers of ghostly fire was a massive, pitch-black 'island.'

Bridges extended from four directions, connecting to the central island. At this moment, besides Ye Bai's direction, large numbers of dragonkin undead were also crossing the bridges from the other three directions, heading toward the island. It was clear that this place was the heart of the underground city.

Ye Bai noticed that at the center of the island, a faint, cold light shone down from above. She looked up and saw that the ceiling above the island had an opening, allowing the light from the surface to filter through.

Apart from that single opening, the rest of the space was surrounded by dark stone walls, making it resemble an eternal night sky with a solitary moon.

As she stepped onto the bridge with the other undead, before even fully reaching the island, Ye Bai saw a massive burst of ghostly fire suddenly erupt above the black island, overwhelming the faint surface light and nearly blotting it out.

For light-fearing undead, this was a display of immense necromantic power.

In the next moment, Ye Bai noticed the dragonkin undead around her quickening their pace, their soul flames flickering more intensely, as if agitated. Without vocal cords, their emotions were conveyed solely through the flames in their eyes.

Ye Bai's expression grew serious, a mix of tension and curiosity. She quickened her steps along with the other undead, jogging toward the island.

Soon enough, she crossed the long bridge and finally set foot on the mysterious black island that had drawn all the dragonkin undead of the underground city.

The island was now densely packed with undead, so much so that it was almost impossible to find a place to stand. Ye Bai seriously suspected that every dragonkin from the entire underground city had gathered here.

After surveying her surroundings, Ye Bai noticed that the island was made of black, hard stone, jagged and sharp. With the enhanced jumping ability provided by the Featherstep effect, she maneuvered through the crowd of towering undead dragonkin and found a protruding, sharp stone pillar to leap onto.

Likely mistaken for some kind of flying undead, Ye Bai’s actions didn’t draw the attention of the surrounding undead. All their gazes were fixed on the center of the island.

Once she regained her vantage point, Ye Bai followed the collective gaze of the undead and was immediately struck motionless by the sight before her—

At the center of the black island, surrounded by a sea of undead dragonkin, lay a colossal figure that was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Its massive body, like a small mountain, stretched out with wings spanning over twenty meters on each side. Its scales, weathered by who knows how many years, were covered in wounds that seemed small compared to its overall size. Though no blood remained, the intact parts still exuded an unyielding resilience, hinting at the ferocity of the battles it must have endured.

Its enormous head bore eyes as tall as a person, now tightly shut. It had fallen at the center of the island, long devoid of any life, yet its mere presence still radiated an indescribable, overwhelming power.

This was an ancient dragon—an ancient dragon that had been dead for who knows how long.

Connecting it to the gaping hole above in the surface, Ye Bai couldn’t help but speculate: Had this dragon’s corpse fallen here along with the Sky City? And why were all these undead gathered here now?

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Ye Bai, who had been initially captivated by the dragon’s remains, finally noticed something else. Right beside the dragon’s massive carcass stood an altar, entirely constructed of bones.

On the altar stood a robed figure, clearly a spellcaster, and an undead dragonkin at that.

It was shorter than the towering draconian undead, standing at about two meters tall. Its frame was slender—almost skeletal—yet it radiated a visible, surging aura of powerful necrotic energy. The energy completely enveloped its body, making it look from a distance like a soul flame burning brightly atop the altar.

The eerie glow Ye Bai had seen before landing on the island must have emanated from this figure.

Ye Bai immediately recognized this extraordinary undead being on the altar—a lich.

The pinnacle of spellcasting among undead creatures, a lich was unlike the mindless undead driven only by their primal instincts. Becoming a lich was often a deliberate choice, allowing the creature to retain its full intelligence while gaining the weaknesses inherent to undeath.

As long as a lich’s phylactery remained intact, it could resurrect even after death. Those who became liches were typically powerful mages in life, though after death, their magic transformed entirely into necromancy.

Seeing the massive gathering of undead dragonkin and the ancient dragon’s corpse beside the altar, Ye Bai took a deep breath. She understood exactly what was happening—

Liches were known for their ability to control mindless undead through necromancy and to transform powerful beings into undead servants bound to their will.

This lich was conducting a ritual to transform the ancient dragon’s corpse into a skeletal dragon!

No wonder so many undead had gathered here. The stronger a creature was in life, the more difficult it was to convert into undeath. Such a transformation required rare magical materials and a vast concentration of soulfire. Thus, the lich had summoned every undead dragonkin in the underground city to serve as fuel for the ritual.

Her gaze had been fixed on the altar, observing the lich, when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Ye Bai caught a glimpse of something familiar—a patch of gray.

She froze, then immediately turned her attention to that direction—

There, not far from the altar, in a spot where no other undead dared approach, stood a donkey that seemed completely out of place in its surroundings.