Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"Coward, I dare to dream!"

"If one day I want to learn magic, I will definitely learn the most powerful kind, the kind that can slay dragons! And I'm sure I can learn it!"

"So confident?"

He tilted his head slightly to look at the girl who was a head shorter than him: "Because I have a friend who is very good at magic!"

Upon hearing this, Nancy's face turned as red as an apple. It was hard to tell in the darkness whether it was a compliment or shyness.

The two walked for an unknown amount of time, only knowing that when they arrived at the first canteen, Yue Liang was already washing up and getting ready for bed.

Canteen No. 1 – don't let its rustic name fool you, it truly is rustic, specializing in local Kalia cuisine.

The academy has every reason to prioritize the dining hall, which has its own unique culinary culture, in order to preserve the Kalia culture from being completely assimilated by the Empire.

Inside the cafeteria is a long row of shops, all of which were recruited from the local business district through bidding, ensuring they are absolutely authentic.

Across from the shop is an artfully arranged seating area that creates a comfortable atmosphere, and the warm-toned lighting overhead instantly whets the appetite.

Surprisingly, even at night, there were still many people in the cafeteria having late-night snacks. There was only one table for two people left, so the two of them quickly carried their food over, afraid of missing the opportunity.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief as her bottom hit the chair, but the chatter from the next table almost made Nancy spit out the juice she had just drunk.

There sat a teacher with a green, seaweed-like hairstyle, a world-weary face, and wearing a teacher's robe, sitting with two male students and one female student.

Nancy overheard that the blond boy asked first, "Teacher, what are your hobbies? You seem uninterested in anything, and I'm worried about your mental state."

Then the teacher spoke, and his voice clearly belonged to a seasoned office worker—low and weak, as if he might die at any moment:

"Yes, you read that right. I am indeed not interested in most things, but that doesn't mean I have none."

"As a teacher, I like young and energetic girls the most."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"If it weren't for Aiwei here, do you two think the teacher would be sitting here eating with you peacefully? Don't be ridiculous."

At that moment, Argyle's spoon fell into the soup, Edward grabbed his hair and realized he had found a kindred spirit, while Ivy felt as if she were in an ice cellar.

Nats didn't think much of it, but he still sighed:

"Big cities are truly amazing."

"This has nothing to do with big cities, right?"

Dormitory area, the boys' dormitory building for Class A of the first year.

A poet who had raised his cup to invite the bright moon put down his empty wine cup and waved his finger in the empty air.

She appeared slightly drunk, but was actually very refreshed.

His pupils reflected a countdown timer, next to which was written a line of small text—

[3 seconds until the next limited-time gacha banner refresh]

[2s]

[1s]

[The limited-time gacha pool has been refreshed. This limited-time event features a special prayer: Lingfeng Embracing the Netherworld's Saddle.]

Chapter 170, Page 169: Lingfeng Embraces the Netherworld's Saddle

【Lingfeng embraces the saddle of the underworld (gōu)】

Type: Prayer Skill

Effect: Manifests a part of the Underworld (the main continent), thereby exercising the powers of the Underworld in the outside world (manipulating the earth, providing all-round buffs (if authority is insufficient), leading the dead souls to fight again, etc.)

Note: The soul within must enter voluntarily.

Necromantic/Summoning-type prayer skills; their power is linked to necromancy and summoning talents, and their soul combat strength is only affected by their combat strength in life.

Domi then clicked on its multi-life effect preview.

From one life to six lives, each upgrade increases the number of souls the underworld can hold:

One life costs 1,000, two lives cost 5,000, three lives cost 10,000, four lives cost 50,000, five lives cost 100,000, and six lives cost 500,000 (getting one life means you get one life; there's no such thing as zero lives).

As is customary, once you reach the sixth life, these limited-time rewards will grant an additional special enhancement, and Lingfeng Treading on the Netherworld's Saddle is no exception.

The additional bonus of Six Lives: Forcibly gain some of the powers of the underworld—granting the soul immediate reincarnation, and also allowing entry into the true underworld through this power.

Although Domi didn't know what would happen if he summoned the Netherworld in the real world, he knew from the description that this skill was not simple and seemed to be related to some obscure aspects of dimensional planes and reincarnation.

He had read many biographies of great mages, and even forbidden and legendary mages.

Many of them spend their entire lives trying to escape the constraints of this world, to touch something as ethereal as the underworld, in order to comprehend the profound principles of magic and step into a completely new realm.

But few succeeded; too many pioneers fell on the road ahead, their bones scattered across the fields.

The only remaining success story we can still glimpse is perhaps that one and only Time Tower.

It is said that a legendary mage of the time system comprehended the laws of time and created it based on them, symbolizing the highest achievement of the time system.

This shows how distant things like laws, the Great Way, and reincarnation are for a race that has stood on the earth for generations.

Based on this alone, even getting six lives wouldn't be a loss.

As for the lack of authority, perhaps only when he personally enters the real underworld will he get the answer.

He pulled up his villain value panel, which showed 46.9 that he had saved up over time, plus a huge sum of 310 million from the major events offerings. This guaranteed him three lives, and with good luck, six lives!

Without further ado, let's get started!

One draw for every 100,000 draws.

That night, he sent 35 consecutive "thank you" messages, receiving countless messages of gratitude, some with gold trim and others with diamonds.

Just when he had managed to get two lives by relying on the guaranteed minimum and was about to draw his third hundred-shot, Lady Luck seemed to smile upon him for a moment.

That was the first time he experienced the power of luck.

A golden light flashed on the system screen. Knowing that this was a guaranteed drop, Domi wasn't particularly excited. But when he saw two 'Spirit Peak Embracing the Netherworld' items in the drop panel, he was completely stunned.

Two gold medals in ten consecutive draws! Heaven is on my side! A last gasp before death!

Domi jumped up excitedly, then fell back onto the bed with a thud, looking at his Four Life Spirit Peaks and the Netherworld's Saddle with a silly grin.

That way, I won't have to work like a slave to collect villain points in the second half of the year. Sooner or later, I'll be able to get the remaining two lives.

How can I sleep soundly if I don't try out something good right away?

Before that, he exchanged a large amount of "thank you for your patronage" for "enhancement essence" and then forcibly raised his necromancy talent from advanced to perfect.

There are no resources left for the summoning system; it can only be barely raised to a high level.

"almost……"

As the new concentration of necromancy and summoning magic surged into the emblem, Domi felt as if he were standing in a graveyard, and the bones in the tomb could sit up on their own.

Besides, with the advancement of his Destiny, Domi seemed to see things he couldn't see before...

Not long ago, a sparrow died on his windowsill. There was nothing wrong with that at first, but now he can see a pale, silky ribbon floating out of the sparrow's body.

Like the smoke rising from a farmhouse, only upside down, it slowly spreads into the ground.

He immediately opened the analysis panel, wondering if it could share his abilities and answer his questions.

The phenomenon of a soul on its deathbed can be taken into the underworld.

"I see, I'll give it a try..."

Domi slowly reached out his hand towards the ribbon.

For the soul of a sparrow who has died and is not as wise as a human, it is as if there is a hell nearby, so there is no need to continue to linger, and the reincarnation will be faster.

In fact, it doesn't know the difference between good and bad, or reincarnation; perhaps this is just the guidance of instinct.

Without the slightest hesitation, the little sparrow entered Domi's underworld. His underworld, which had a total of 50,000 slots, finally had its first resident!

Domi was very happy, but the little sparrow was not.

But Domi wasn't a demon. After summoning the little sparrow back, he nodded its head and said:

"One year, then I can send you directly to reincarnation, I promise."

The little sparrow tilted its head, then flapped its wings as it had in life and hopped onto Domi's shoulder, becoming his personal Pikachu.

"Let's go, Pikachu! I'll show you what the Underworld looks like in advance!"

He easily made his way to the general arena in the core area. There were hardly any people there at night, and there was also a hit protection magic, so he didn't have to worry about minor bumps and scrapes.

Domi walked to the center of the arena and stomped hard on the sand beneath his feet.

For some reason, he always had a feeling that he could squeeze it, like an earth mage who could manipulate the earth at will—a very similar feeling.

Seemingly sensing the uneasy atmosphere, the little sparrow fluttered away to the side.

With no more concerns, Domi was finally able to try using it!

Like all prayers, it has a prelude, which is like a memory etched into the bones, something that can be spoken whenever one wants.

Domi slowly closed his eyes, the 'Slime Hand' clung to his entire arm, and he uttered clear words:

"The sky has its uncharted seas, and the earth has its prisons..."

At that moment, thick bolts of lightning surged through the dense clouds, striking Domino's outstretched arm towards the sky from all directions, as if drawn by a lightning rod.

All around him, hellfire, as hot and bright as magma, rose from the ground and soared into the sky, like a forerunner announcing the arrival of the underworld to the world.

The impact created a hurricane, blowing his pajamas and hair wildly.

The commotion was so great that it even prompted several senior professors who had just fallen asleep to get out of bed and fly over, fearing that the academy had been invaded by some powerful device.

However, Domi himself was unaware of this; he only felt a vague yet real connection linking him to the underworld.

A tremendous force converged around him.

"My heel is the wrath of the underworld..."

"Hey, isn't that the third son of the Bloomfield family?"

"How does he know this level of magic? It looks like it's lightning-based."