Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 29 Chen Xuetu's Career Planning
Chen Mo couldn't even get close to the castle's majestic outline. He was still more than a kilometer away when a neatly repaired high wall, gleaming with a faint magical glow, blocked his way.

This is the first gatehouse of the Radiant Mage Tower.

After respectfully explaining his purpose, the middle-aged gatekeeper sized him up, his gaze lingering briefly on the little white dog behind him. He then let out a barely audible sneer, his face displaying a condescending pity.

"Little one, didn't your master teach you that the Mage Tower usually accepts apprentices in the spring? At that time, everything is reviving and full of vitality, and the resonance of magical elements is the clearest. It's not something that can be done at any time."

"This year's apprenticeship ceremony has already ended. Please find out the exact date next year and come back!"

Before he could finish speaking, and before Chen Mo even had a chance to ask or explain, the heavy door creaked shut in front of him without any mercy.

Is there such a rule?

Josie scratched his messy hair, looking bewildered. "I don't know! I've never been to school. I learned martial arts from my dad, uncles, and elders. I really don't know anything about the mages."

John was a bit more astute than Josie. He craned his neck and peered into the doorway for a while before offering his guess: "Could it be that he doesn't like your skeleton, sir?"

"Like me, I've been carrying a bow around even before officially changing jobs. I'll get some preferential treatment from the archer instructor, but if I go to a high-level warrior, I guarantee they won't give me a friendly look!"

His eyes darted around, and he leaned closer, suggesting with a hint of youthful slyness, "How about... we wait until it's completely dark and have Josh climb over the wall to check things out? He's quick and agile..."

Chen Mo's face darkened, he glared at Little John with annoyance, and turned to leave.

"Trying to scale the wall under the mage tower? Don't drag me down with you if you're courting death!"

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Putting aside John's terrible idea, Chen Mo felt that what he said might not be entirely unreasonable.

The name "Radiant Mage Tower" clearly indicates that its owner was a master of arcane magic in the Holy Light faction.

Before reaching level three, low-level mages undergo the same type of basic training and are generally not strictly divided into different professions. Their chosen profession is usually formally selected at the fourth level when they change jobs.

However, since the head of the family is of the Holy Light faction, it seems reasonable that the gatekeeper of the Radiant Tower would dislike a "promising talent" like Chen Mo who openly follows an undead skeleton.

If they won't keep me here, I'll try another place.

On the way to the next mage tower, Chen Mo learned his lesson and deliberately left Skeleton Little White in the carriage.

Unfortunately, the second and third mage towers both flatly rejected Chen Mo's request, using the same reason: "Please come back next year."

Chen Mo attempted to use a silver bullet offensive.

As a result, before he could even tentatively utter the words and take the money pouch out of his pocket, the doorman's expression changed drastically. With a loud "bang," the door was slammed shut, practically throwing the "prospective apprentice" out.

Chen Mo was completely numb.

Waiting for time? It's almost the so-called spring enrollment season, which is still half a year away. What does it mean to waste half a year like this?
Previously at Black Crow Castle, because the Archmage of Black Crow was a necromancer, Chen Mo was able to come into contact with the relatively complete basic knowledge of the necromancer lineage. After the bloodline sacrifice was successful, he had already decided on his career plan and development direction.

He wants to become a necromancer who takes a different path.

A necromancer's combat power stems from the level of undead creatures they can summon. This is typically limited by two factors: first, what the opposing lord possesses and whether they are willing to provide them; and second, their mental strength—whether they can withstand the overload of powerful creatures. This is analogous to committing a crime and needing connections to resolve it; the costs of involving a community auntie, a township head, a county official, or a high-ranking government official are vastly different.

Channels, capabilities, and resources are all indispensable.

Mapped to the summoning of the undead, the channels of communication correspond to the true name spell and the mark spell—who do you have connections with?
Your own abilities correspond to your mage level and mental strength limit—how much "official authority" can you withstand?
Resources and property correspond to the value of offerings—how much can you afford to pay?

Without these corresponding configurations, you simply cannot hire anyone, and if you forcibly bring them over, you cannot bear the consequences.

Especially during the altar teleportation process, the overload applied to the teleported object needs to be borne by the summoning mage who is presiding over the altar, emphasizing that whoever summons is responsible for it.

Why can't novice mages like Stardust and Moon Wheel summon high-level undead like Black Knights or Dark Knights, even if they sell everything they own to gather enough offerings? Because in summoning that transcends time and space, the mental burden the summoner has to bear is enough to make their heads explode like watermelons.

To give a simple example, on Earth, the faster a vehicle accelerates, the greater the G-force experienced by the passengers.

Ordinary cars can accelerate, even the elderly can handle it; high-speed race cars require strong bodies to accelerate; supersonic fighter jets require highly skilled pilots who have undergone rigorous training; and rockets breaking through the atmosphere... that requires astronauts who are one in ten thousand, and they have to wear special anti-G suits!
Space-time teleportation is equivalent to instantly traversing countless galaxies. Although there is a protective mechanism of the altar, the load still far exceeds the limits that a living organism can withstand.

Why is necromancer the least difficult class in the summoning series, making necromancers so popular? Because undead creatures have no vital signs; you just need to protect their soul fire.

If you put a skeleton on a launch vehicle, you don't have to worry about it having a sudden cardiac arrest or internal organ rupture, no matter how fast it accelerates.

Of course, as the soul energy of undead creatures increases, the burden of summoning to protect the soul fire also becomes heavier. If summoning a skeleton is like being hit on the head with a small hammer, summoning a bone dragon is like being shoved in the face by a hundred-ton king.

But Chen Mo's summons was an exception.

First, the supreme leader opposite the summoning altar can be understood as—his mother! And the kind of mother who dotes on her only son! It's like the only beloved son of the Lord of the Underworld visiting a third-party dimension to experience life.

When someone is "summoned," there's basically no question of agreement or willingness. Whatever the other party has, whatever they need, they'll arrange it all perfectly for them!
Secondly, Dongxia is a technological and industrial empire that has never relied on the strength of individual entities, but rather on its cold, hard technological creations.

Technological creations are essentially immune to the super-high overload of space travel.

Therefore, Chen Mo's core competitiveness is completely different from other struggling necromancers. His only bottleneck lies in the transmission efficiency of activating the Bloodline Summoning Altar:

How many times can the altar be activated per unit of time?
How many resources can be transferred at each altar?
These two metrics directly determine how quickly he can snowball his success!

Given the current meager mental strength of the prospective apprentices, it would take them almost a month to initiate a bloodline sacrifice, and each time they could only transfer a tiny amount of weight. It would take them half a year to assemble a heavy machine gun.

If one receives proper guidance and practice over the next six months, it is likely that all five pairs of wheels will have opened.

Rounding up or down, the difference is 100 million!

Therefore, Chen Mo carefully planned and set two core goals for himself that he must achieve at all costs in the current stage:

First, find a mage tower! Obtain the necessary training environment and magical materials, and combine them with meditation techniques to quickly increase your mental strength.

Second, learn a spell skill that is of great significance to you—Psionic Drain.

(End of this chapter)