Once the undead had been secured with the rope, I came forward to take a look at it.
It was still struggling even though it had been bound by the rope, but since its muscles had also been cut, it wasn't able to put up much of a struggle in the first place.
As it laid there in front of me, I carefully looked over the features of this undead.
There wasn't anything that was special about it, other than the sharp talons that had developed on its hands. It seemed like it was just a normal undead that could be commonly found in the game.
As I looked over it, the other three all waited with bated breath.
They had also looked over the undead, but there wasn't anything that they could find about this undead creature. Even Ronnie who seemed like she was rather knowledgeable didn't seem to know a thing about this undead.
After a while, I said, "It's just a normal undead."
When they heard this, all three of them looked at me with strange looks since they could also figure this out.
I then said, "It's the kind of basic undead that one can create as long as they use some dark mana on a corpse. This kind of basic undead has a rotting poison that is dangerous when exposed to it for a long time, which means that the fishes there must have been exposed for a long time before dying. That was why they were scattered all around, they were jumping out of the river to avoid the poison and died in the end from being poisoned."
When Ron heard this, he immediately came forward to grab me by the shoulders before saying, "So you're saying that the young miss is…"
He didn't finish his words, but it was clear what he was implying with this.
I gave a nod and said, "She hasn't been exposed to it long enough for it to affect her, so she should be fine."
At this, they all let out a sigh of relief.
But the one that looked the most relieved was Ronnie.
It seemed that even though she had put on a tough exterior, she had been the one that was the most worried about this.
But this wasn't strange since it was her life that was on the line.
Everyone would be afraid if their life was in danger like this.
After taking a moment to calm down, they all turned their attention back to the undead who was tied up there on the ground.
Shaka pulled out his sword and said, "I'll take care of it now."
But I quickly stopped him by saying, "Wait, don't! Let me examine it first!"
Shaka stopped and turned to look at me with a confused look, as if he couldn't understand what was so important about this undead.
But he still moved back and gave me the space that I needed.
I came closer to the undead before pulling out a makeshift mask made of cloth and a dagger out from the Storage Ring.
With this cloth mask on my face and this dagger, I started stabbing the undead in different parts of its body to see if there was any reaction.
However, no matter how I stabbed this undead, it didn't seem to react at all. It was like it hadn't felt the stab at all with the way that it just laid there growling.
It seemed that physical damage didn't do a single thing to the undead, but I had already expected that.
I had hoped that since this was a different world, something would have changed. However, it seemed like I was just fooling myself.
So instead, I started trying different things against this undead.
I had bought quite a few things when we were in the city that I had thrown in my Storage Ring.
I can't say that this was how I imagined that I would be using these things, but if they made it easier to deal with these undead, I was all for it.
Anything that made it easier to deal with the undead, I was happy to use.
The first thing that I tried using was salt.
That was the standard thing to use when dealing with the supernatural, something that had been used in almost every horror movie.
But it seemed that this time, it didn't work.
The undead didn't react at all when I sprinkled the salt over it.
So I tried using many different things on it.
With all of the things that I tried, it was almost as if I was marinating this undead instead of trying to find a way to kill it.
I used all kinds of condiments, but it didn't seem like there was a single one that had an effect on this thing.
So in the end, I gave up trying to use different things on it.
To the side, the others all looked at me with strange looks. It was almost like they were looking at someone who had gone crazy from stress, so there was a bit of worry in their eyes.
Since I couldn't do anything with these things, I decided to use some other gaming knowledge that I picked up.
I pulled out something that had cost me quite a bit of money and then sprinkled it on the undead without hesitation.
This was a potion that I had bought from a magic shop in the city.
This was an expensive item that could heal one's wounds just by drinking it, though in the game, it was considered a cheap item. If I didn't have the money from Baroness Rose, there was no way that I would have been able to afford this.
When I poured the potion on the undead, I found that nothing seemed to happen at first which made me disappointed.
But then there was smoke that started coming from the undead's skin that seemed to be a good sign.