Summoned with an SSS-Rank Portal Skill-Chapter 357: Undead Inspection

William didn’t suffer fools lightly. But he knew his place. Picking a fight wasn’t exactly rational at the moment.

The reasons were simple: he was still recovering, and he knew the priest was keeping a close eye on him.

"That old man is at least Level 100," William thought.

The priest was formidable. Even with his recovery, William knew he stood no chance against him. That was why his plan was to heal up and get the hell out of the monastery to seek out experience—and perhaps clues about his class.

William looked at the young man, lowering his head. "I’ll do my best to help you. My apologies. Once I’m fully recovered, I promise to prove my worth."

The young man was taken aback. He expected William to snap or say something nasty. It was rare to find someone with such mental discipline.

"Don’t sweat it," the young man sneered. "There’s no reason for me to get worked up over a cripple, is there? Between the two of us, only I have two arms and the potential to become a powerful adventurer."

William found it amusing. He was actually a higher level than the brat. Perhaps because of his injuries and his suppressed aura, the guard hadn’t realized he was speaking to someone far stronger.

Not wanting any trouble, William started unloading the cargo alongside five other guards. They chatted amongst themselves to kill time but didn’t spare him a word.

Of course, William didn’t mind. It was actually better not to have to listen to that brat’s annoying voice. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

William hoisted the weapons and armor boxes without issue. They were heavy, usually requiring two guards to carry—or the combined force of four arms.

Yet, with a single arm, William carried the boxes. He didn’t just carry one; he stacked two and hauled them both with just one arm! It was a feat none of the guards could match, not even the Sacred Guard Captain, who was a high-level warrior.

It was a display of abnormal strength. The true strength of William lay in his powerful physique. It was a fact: his strength was not human, but demonic! Furthermore, he was a summoned hero, meaning his stats were simply off the charts.

The young guard who had mocked him earlier went cold, watching the sheer magnitude of William’s strength. He even leaned in to whisper to one of the other guards.

"How is he lifting that? Did he grab a lighter box or is one of them empty?"

"I don’t think so, sir," the guard replied. "All the boxes were loaded to the same weight. None of them are empty."

Witnessing such disproportionate strength, the young guard was desperate to find a way to discredit William.

William ignored them all, focused solely on the task at hand. He unloaded the boxes into the storage depot.

It was physically taxing, but by moving multiple boxes at once, he finished far faster than anticipated.

The guards working alongside him were impressed. One of them even clapped him on the shoulder.

"Thanks for the help. If it weren’t for you, we’d have to spend a lot of time unloading these crates."

It was a small gesture, but William earned the respect of the guards he had worked alongside.

"It was nothing," he replied. "If you need help in the future and I’m up to it, I’ll lend a hand."

William took his leave after that, feigning exhaustion to avoid being roped into any more chores.

Seeing him sitting in the monastery courtyard, Nilse approached him for a chat. She sat down on the wooden bench beside him.

"Did you manage to help with the unloading?" she asked.

In her mind, someone with only one arm wouldn’t be able to do much.

"We’re actually done," William replied. "It was tiring, which is why I’m taking a break."

Nilse jumped up from the bench and hurried to the gate. She found the guards who had been unloading alongside William.

"Where are the carriages?" she asked.

The guard looked happy to see her. In fact, he seemed a little shy.

"We unloaded everything already. That guy you sent to help us is incredibly strong. With him, we finished up much faster."

Nilse checked with a few more guards before returning to speak with William. He was still sitting on the bench, sipping water and resting his body.

"I can’t believe you made that much of a difference," Nilse said. "Last time, with the same number of guards, it took them at least two hours longer than today. How is that even possible?"

William didn’t hide anything from her. Besides, the guards had seen it with their own eyes, so there was no point in trying to lie.

"I carried two or three boxes at once, so it was much faster," William explained. "My strength is actually quite high, even with just one arm."

The more she learned about him, the more curious Nilse became. Someone with abnormal recovery, abnormal strength. Who exactly was William?

Not to mention he had appeared out of nowhere on the road. She didn’t even know where he came from.

"Where are you from? If you can tell me," Nilse asked.

"Just an adventurer who’s seen the world. That’s it. I have no family; they passed away when I was young."

It was the truth, not all of it, but the truth nonetheless. Nilse didn’t press further. One of the monastery’s rules was to respect the privacy of those seeking shelter; they helped out of kindness, not out of curiosity or social status.

"Can you help me with something? There are a few things in the library that I need to organize, and doing it alone might take me a long time."

"I’m glad you asked," William said, standing up from the bench. "I was actually starting to get bored."

The task wasn’t physically demanding, so William helped her out. They headed up to the monastery’s second floor together, making a beeline for the library.

A few people were already there, sitting at tables and reading through their books.

"We allow everyone here to read books, though they must return them once they’re done. It’s our way of spreading knowledge, and also keeps them occupied so they don’t go stir-crazy while they’re staying with us."

"That’s nice of you. But tell me, what exactly do you need me to help with?" William asked.

"You know, dusting, putting things back where they belong, and helping me organize the new shipment that just arrived," Nilse explained.

William had time to kill, so he pitched in. The first order of business was dusting the books and the shelves. Cleaning a library that size was a labor-intensive job.

They chatted to pass the time. It was nice. Nilse was good company.

Then, they cracked open the box of new arrivals. Inside, William spotted something interesting. Books on necromancy!

He stared at the covers for a moment, ensuring his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Nilse noticed his fixation.

"We have to keep those on the shelves because the Lich ordered it," she explained. "He’s sending a group of undead tomorrow to inspect them. That’s why we need them accessible. We put them back afterward, of course. We don’t want the residents reading about this kind of stuff."

William saw this as a golden opportunity. In less than a day, he would be face-to-face with the undead ruling the kingdom.

"Will they be friendly to me?" he wondered.