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

"No, no, no, we can't let him release him! The aura of the undead is too strong! We old bones will have to handle the cleanup afterwards!"

The elderly professors took turns reciting lines, unaware that the chanting had reached its final stage.

"Kur Kigal Irkalla (Spirit Peak Embracing the Gauntlets of the Underworld)!!"

In the blink of an eye, just as the professors were rushing toward Domi and shouting for him to stop, Domi had already slammed his fully charged right hand into the ground.

"Boom!!"

The blasted yellow earth was blasted into a huge, cracked crater. Flames from the underworld enveloped the entire arena, and the obsidian-like new earth burst forth from the ground like crystals, growing wildly and erratically.

Now, the air is thick with the aura of the dead, which makes Domi, a necromancer with perfect talent, feel very comfortable. If he can continue to cultivate in this environment, becoming a great mage is only a matter of time.

Several old professors stared wide-eyed with rage, their beards bristling with anger. They all pointed their fingers at Domi's nose and cursed him as a wicked disciple!

Domi also wanted to find some opponents who wouldn't get hurt to test his power, and these professors from his hometown... were undoubtedly the best choice.

The youth, resembling a monarch, stood in the center of the underworld, raising his head. His deep blue eyes gleamed with unparalleled fighting spirit as he addressed the four elders circling in the sky:

"Professors, I would like to test the power of my new magic. Please do not hesitate to teach me!"

"Extremely arrogant!"

"They're actually using us as experimental subjects?!"

"Teach this brat a lesson!"

Seeing the professors rushing over angrily, Domi's lips curled up, and then with a thought, the earth of the underworld responded to his call and enveloped the professors.

They did not try to avoid it, and were thus enveloped by the underworld. From a distance, it looked as if they were being swallowed by a pitch-black spike that rose from the ground.

Domi could clearly sense them moving rapidly inside the rocks, crashing into the mountain like a tunnel boring machine.

Actually, they were intentionally helping Domi with the experiment; otherwise, they could have just broken through the wall directly.

Of course, in that case, Domi would also summon the Stone Spikes to stab them in time.

They chose the most thorough method of destruction, from top to bottom, from left to right, until the entire underworld was torn to pieces.

Normally, area-of-effect magic like this would dissipate automatically once it's destroyed like this, but Domi's Underworld remains standing.

As long as his necromancy and summoning mana reserves don't run out, he can continue to maintain this state.

They rushed out of the rock wall and casually chopped off a few of the rock spikes that had been thrust at them.

The elderly professor at the head of the group looked at his palm and commented:

"Even the stone is filled with the aura of the dead, and its hardness is several levels higher than that of ordinary stone. It can be used so flexibly and as if it were an extension of one's own arm. This magic is already very good."

Domi also stopped immediately, bowed deeply, and expressed their apology and respect: "Thank you for your guidance, seniors. I understand now and will try to improve upon it later."

As he spoke, he turned and ran toward the exit, but was stopped by a ruthless rebuke.

"Who told you to leave?"

It was the same one who was in charge.

Domi turned his head slowly and mechanically, forcing a smile:

"Is there anything else, senior?"

"You think you can just walk away after ruining the arena like this? Come back and fix the terrain, and you're not allowed to leave until it's done!"

And so, the professors split into four groups, each using their unique skills to clean up the remaining necromantic aura, while Domi transformed into a civil engineering student, using his pitiful intermediate earth magic to fill the hole.

The five of them worked day and night until dawn the next day before they finished. A few students who got up early and wanted to fight were stunned, wondering what had happened to make four professors stay here to clean up the mess.

The professors looked serious, but once everything was alright, they were very kind. After the work was finished, they even invited him to have breakfast in the cafeteria.

Domi, thinking there was such a good thing, immediately followed.

Then he regretted it.

What I thought would be a harmonious and beautiful friendship between seniors and juniors turned out to be something else entirely. Instead of asking anything else, those old folks just kept asking him what kind of magic he had combined to create that particular magic.

They seem quite interested in Bloomfield's 'magic hand'.

With this talent, Lingfeng's Embrace of the Underworld naturally became a regular 'synthetic magic'.

But how could he know which two spells would work? He racked his brains and finally came up with two of the most suitable ones to fool them.

Before leaving, the professor at the head of the group patted Domi on the shoulder earnestly:

"Dominic, if you want to experiment with magic in the future, don't come to the arena. This is a public place, and if it gets damaged, it will bother other people."

"See those delusional cultists from the Glorious Cult? The faint lingering necromantic aura in the arena is driving them crazy. If they find out you did it, tsk tsk tsk..."

“We old guys helped you settle this time, but it wasn’t for free. Remember to tell Carlos, your father knows what price to pay.”

Domi sighed, "Fine, fine..."

"Senior, may I know where you live? I'll ask you for directions for my next experiment."

The implication was that the next experiment would be conducted at your house.

But these guys are all shrewd and experienced; they wouldn't fall for such a simple trick. They dismissed him with a random excuse, leaving Domi extremely frustrated.

However, it wasn't entirely without its advantages, since the most important power experiment had already been completed.

If you have a well-organized undead army, plus this large-scale AoE that modifies the terrain and deals damage, wiping out an entire legion is not a problem.

In terms of consumption... there's not much of a burden at the moment, but I don't know if there will be a difference after summoning the undead.

All I can say is that it's a limited edition product; the quality is excellent!

Under the bright sunshine, a smile returned to his face.

However, just a few streets after he stepped out of the cafeteria, he suddenly felt as if his entire body was in an ice cellar! His hair stood on end!

It felt as if I was being locked onto by a prehistoric behemoth, and even taking a single step was a problem.

Everything around us came to a standstill: the leaves swaying in the wind, the green grass, the pedestrians walking along the roadside... everything.

But he could still clearly perceive that the timeline was flowing. It wasn't that someone had frozen time, but rather that space was undergoing a tremendous change!

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the underworld.

174. Chapter 171 170 The First Lesson of the New Semester

Everywhere you look is a black basalt-like landscape, untouched by human hands, as if you were deep in a rift valley with flowing lava everywhere.

It flows down from the dark sky and gathers into a lake of lava.

Strangely, there was no trace of the undead here; it was eerily quiet.

Domi froze on the spot, too afraid to move an inch.

His eyes reflected a withered and hunched figure, draped in a tattered black cloak, leaning on an ordinary wooden cane. The figure seemed to have presbyopia, with cloudy eyes and gray, dull hair hanging down from the scalp.

The old man looked exactly like a beggar on the street, but in Domi's eyes, almost the entire underworld was gathered on him.

It can be said that everything in the underworld belongs to him; he is the underworld itself.

There's a reason why Domi came here.

Like the old man, a connection to the underworld originated from his heart and merged into this space.

He wouldn't believe it if it hadn't been forcibly removed from the old man's body.

The old man raised a finger from the hand that was holding his cane, pointing it directly at him. Then, a crow with eyes as red as blood flew in from nowhere, singing a mournful song, and landed precisely on his shoulder.

Although it was just a crow, it gave Domi a heavy sense of fate, as if someone had grabbed him by the neck.

Then, a strong pull from the real world dragged him back to his own world.

He collapsed to the ground, going from barely breathing to gasping for air, his entire body covered in cold sweat.

He opened his eyes abruptly, only to find himself surrounded by a group of people peering at him.

One of them explained, "You suddenly collapsed on the ground, and we just called a doctor for you..."

"I'm fine, I'll go first, please let the doctor know later."

Back in his dorm room, Domi sat down in a chair with a sigh of relief, the scene that had just happened still replaying in his mind.

Slowly placing his hand on his heart, the heaviness emanating from his shoulder continued to descend until it connected with his heart, as if his life was being taken away.

[A curse has been discovered, originating from the 'Lord of the Underworld'. Effect: Instant death. Countdown to the curse's activation: 9 years, 364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds.]

Domi was devastated after reading the news. He had just drawn a card and was being targeted by a powerful figure in the underworld, who had gone to great lengths to drag him into the underworld and cast a curse that caused him to die instantly.

"System, you've tricked me!"

[The powers of the Underworld are fixed and unchanging. By choosing to draw the 'Spirit Peak Embracing the Underworld', you are taking away a portion of the powers from the Lord of the Underworld.]

"Is there any way to remove the curse? It's not worth trading a resurrection chance for a curse that can be cast again at any time."

[Slay the Lord of the Underworld.]

"you help me?"

【…】

Then Domi realized that the system could only answer some of his questions, and was not a chatbot.

But killing the Lord of the Underworld is just too ridiculous, isn't it?

Who knows how many years that old man has lived? His strength is unfathomable. Just the way his aura locked on me made me afraid to even move.

If he could directly intervene, he probably would have already kicked the bucket.

To grow to the point where one can directly confront such a figure in ten years... well, that's a long and arduous journey.

But it's not impossible; as long as the system exists, anything is possible.

"You can't slack off too much during school..."

Two days later, the streets of the college were filled with a lot of fresh blood.

Most of the returning students returned to school from their hometowns, and the three-day entrance exams have all ended. This time, a total of more than 150 students were recruited to study magic or combat, as well as more than 500 new students from various fields.

The dormitory building, which was empty on the first day, is now full of people. When it's time to get up, the whole building seems to come alive.

Unlike monasteries, colleges have various facilities, so they don't have the annoying sound of bells; students rely entirely on their own clocks.