Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Several apprentices who were browsing low-level sorcery models on a nearby bookshelf noticed him.

Seeing how young he was, and how he was dressed in an apprentice-style gray robe, yet he didn't even glance at the books on either side and went straight to the entrance to the second floor, they couldn't help but cast surprised glances at him.

One of the third-class apprentices, with a thin face and a somewhat mean look in his eyes, couldn't help but sneer, his voice sounding rather jarring in the quiet hall:

"Hey, you newbie, got your sense of direction completely lost? The free apprentice zone is over here!"

He deliberately raised his voice, with obvious mockery.

"Do they really think they can sneak into the territory of the official wizards just because they look like apprentices?"

His words drew the attention of all the apprentices on the first floor, who all turned their gazes away from the bone plate and toward Lynn, their faces showing expressions of anticipation.

Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, the thin apprentice spoke even more enthusiastically, as if he were imparting some kind of "academic common sense".

"Three months ago, some arrogant fool, relying on his ability to 'traverse shadows,' tried to sneak up there. Guess what happened?"

He paused deliberately and lowered his voice.

"Hey! That barrier at the entrance wasn't just for show. I heard it shattered his mental core. That kid's probably still drooling by the 'Howling Beast Pen,' completely turned into an empty shell that only knows how to grin like an idiot!"

These words made the apprentices around them instinctively shrink back, and their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the calm light screen at the entrance to the second floor.

At the same time, their gazes toward Lynn became even more amused, as if they could already foresee him being mercilessly repelled by the barrier, or even suffering a severe injury and looking disheveled.

Lynn stopped in front of the bone stairs, seemingly oblivious to the whispers and stares behind him.

He calmly raised his hand and pressed the Soul Gold Plaque in his palm against a recessed rune in the center of the light screen.

The laughter reached its peak at this moment, and the skinny apprentice even crossed his arms, waiting to watch this "good show".

However, the expected burst of light and the flying figures did not occur.

The moment the gold nameplate came into contact with the runes, the authority mark on the back of the nameplate lit up slightly.

The hazy light curtain enveloping the bone staircase silently parted to both sides, revealing the steps behind.

Lynn retrieved the nameplate and, without pausing for a moment, stepped behind the light curtain.

The light curtain behind him quickly closed and returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

The lobby on the first floor was deathly silent.

The apprentices who were waiting to see the joke froze instantly, their expressions shifting from mockery and anticipation to astonishment and confusion, and finally to utter disbelief and horror.

"He...he just...went up there?"

An apprentice broke the silence by speaking haltingly.

"That light screen... it didn't react to him? No, it's open! He really has the authority!" another apprentice said, his voice hoarse.

All eyes turned to the skinny apprentice who had just made the sarcastic remark.

The thin apprentice's face turned deathly pale in an instant. His previous smugness and sarcastic remarks vanished, replaced by an uncontrollable panic.

How could someone who could pass through two layers of restrictions so easily be an ordinary apprentice?

That was clearly a legitimate wizard!

Only certified wizards have the authority to freely enter the second floor!

I just... I actually mocked a formal wizard?! And even used that kind of fool as a comparison?!

Thinking of the rumors that some formal wizards were vengeful and the possible methods the other party might use after coming down, the thin apprentice felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his legs felt weak.

He dared not linger any longer, and no longer cared about the knowledge he had originally wanted to find. He hurriedly pulled up his hood and covered his face tightly.

Then, with his head down, he staggered and hurriedly fled toward the gate of the bone bank, afraid that if he was even a step too slow, his face would be remembered.

The other apprentices looked at each other, not daring to discuss further. They all looked away, pretending to continue studying the bone plate in front of them, but their minds were clearly no longer on the knowledge.

The first floor of the bone warehouse returned to a quiet that was somewhat eerie and oppressive.

At this moment, Lynn couldn't care less about the traditional "NPC" who jumped out to mock him. The instant he entered the barrier, he could clearly "feel" that the countdown mechanism inside the mark had been activated.

Meanwhile, the analysis team was working at full capacity, frantically deciphering the access lock on the nameplate, and the cracking progress was gradually advancing.

The second floor of the ossuary is completely different from the first floor.

The space here seems higher and deeper, with light coming from the ghostly blue flames floating in mid-air.

The rows of bookshelves were no longer made of rough bone, but of some kind of smooth, dark jade.

The bookshelves no longer display bone fragments or scrolls, but memory crystals that seal in clusters of knowledge, and physical books bound with unknown leather and magical threads.

Those who could appear here were basically all formal wizards, which made Lynn shrink his head and not dare to breathe loudly.

Fortunately, fighting is strictly prohibited here, otherwise Lynn would never dare to show his face here now.

I discreetly walked towards the area marked "Free Reading Area," intending to take advantage of the freebies first.

With the "plug-in" fully operational, after being promoted to the third-level apprentice, one can simultaneously perform 10 [record] or [analysis] tasks (ten of each), greatly increasing work speed.

Lynn chose to record some knowledge that was currently useful to him.

"Detailed Analysis of the Theory of Mental Vortex Qualitative Change and Thirty-Six Optimization Models" (Formal Introductory Core for Wizards)

"A Guide to In-Depth Particle Manipulation in Elemental Sorcery (Examples of Undead Applications)"

Building a Soul Protective Field: From Beginner to Expert

Understanding the Basic Rules: Using "Death," "Bones," and "Shadows" as Examples

A Collection of Advancement Tips from Senior Formal Wizards

Comparison of Advantages and Disadvantages and Risk Warnings of Common Methods for Condensing Traces of Truth

Advanced Necromancer Construction: The Key to the Qualitative Leap from Level 3 to Level 4

Potion Mastery (Apprentice → Formal): Advancement and Breakthrough in Refining Techniques

The Basic Crafting of Wizarding Weapons and the Principles of Rune Stacking

......

A massive amount of formal wizard-level knowledge has flooded into the [Memory Library].

Although it was only the cheapest knowledge at the second level, it was priceless to Lynn, completely filling the theoretical gap between his apprenticeship and becoming a full-fledged wizard.

Lynn focused his main efforts on cracking the access lock, and for this he even stopped several other long-term parsing and optimization tasks.

And so, time passed by, and when Lynn was hungry he ate "buttocks," when he was thirsty he drank water, and when he was sleepy... he just endured it.

As time went on, the "dynamic data" provided by the second-level environment caused the [analysis] progress to climb rapidly: 65%...78%...92%...

Just as the 24 hourglasses were about to run out, the long-awaited notification finally appeared.