Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

When his origins were suddenly revealed, Lynn trembled violently, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The other party not only knew of his existence, but also knew his origins!

Time travel is my biggest secret, how could this old guy know...?

Thinking about the other side's camp, Lynn suddenly realized something.

I had long heard that the "Star Observatory" could observe the River of Destiny, and now it seems that it is indeed well-deserved, as even I, a "time traveler," can see through it.

These guys are something else.

However, the wizarding world has conquered and connected with many other worlds, so visitors from other worlds are not a rare sight.

Even if they knew our background, surely someone as insignificant as us wouldn't warrant the attention of such a powerful force?

They even arranged for someone to wait for me. Could it be that they knew about my future achievements and wanted to eliminate me, the future "Witch King," in advance?

Hmm... Organizations that can see through fate are really annoying.

You don't know if you're on the path they've planned, or if there's some conspiracy involved.

When you try to outsmart your opponent and escape their plan, little do you know that they have already anticipated your prediction.

Leaving aside Lynn's brainstorming session, the "Shadow Twins'" sneak attack plan was also instantly disrupted.

A layer of starlight-shimmering energy shield firmly blocked the two's attacks, and the starlight completely dispelled the shadows.

Lin Enqiang suppressed the turmoil in his heart and stopped the two from continuing their attack.

He then slowly emerged from behind the boulder where he was hiding, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword, the prepared sorcery remaining unreleased.

He also wanted to see what the other party's purpose was.

"The people at the Star Observatory are waiting here. What can I do for you?"

Lynn's voice was as calm as possible, but his guard was high.

The old man slowly turned around.

His face was older than I had imagined, with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were as clear as a child's, as if reflecting swirling nebulae.

He ignored Lynn's wariness, simply looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on Lynn's chest for a moment before he slowly nodded.

"The trajectories of the stars converge here, leaving a brief gap. I am here to entrust this item to you."

As the old man spoke, he took something out of his pocket.

It was an object, about the size of a fist, wrapped in an unknown silver fabric. He gently lifted the fabric to reveal... a heart?

This is a heart model that appears to be sculpted from dark gold metal and liquid starlight. It is incredibly detailed, with every vein clearly visible.

It was even pulsating slowly and powerfully on its own, each pulsation emitting a faint yet heart-stopping rhythmic fluctuation that resonated strangely with the surrounding environment of Starbone Valley, causing the glassy ground to shimmer.

Lynn's analytical abilities activated almost reflexively, but the information that returned horrified him:

[Target: ? ? ? (Unrecognized)]

[Energy Level: ??? (Exceeds detection limit)]

Composition: ? ? ? (Contains highly complex rules and unknown origins)

[Status: Active and dormant, currently under external sealing.]

[Warning: Forcing deep analysis may result in soul overload and unknown backlash.]

Unable to resolve! Exceeded the limit!

"What...is this?"

Lynn's voice was a little hoarse.

"The time is not yet ripe, so it cannot be spoken of." The old man held the dark gold star heart in his palm and handed it to Lynn.

After the heart was removed from the body, its pulsation became more pronounced, and the regular fluctuations it emitted made Lynn feel that his mental energy was somewhat sluggish.

"All you need to know is that at the crossroads of death and a slim chance of survival, it will offer you... a choice."

The old man's eyes were deep, carrying an expectation that Lynn could not comprehend.

"Accept it. This is not a gift from the observatory, but... a covenant from something far older, being fulfilled through my hand."

Lynn was somewhat confused by the old man's words.

What the hell are you talking about?

I hate riddle people!

From what I gathered, he meant that some ancient being entrusted this thing to the observatory a long time ago, and then they handed it over to him.

What is the significance?

What does it mean to offer a choice at the crossroads of life and death?

What's the point of choosing? The obvious choice is to give birth!

But... could this thing be a trap?

In the wizarding world, a windfall often means a deadly trap.

But the feeling this heart gave him was too special; that sense of rules that transcended comprehension couldn't be faked.

Moreover, if the other party wanted to harm him, it seemed unnecessary to go to such great lengths.

Ultimately, greed prevailed over fear of the unknown dangers.

What are you afraid of? Let's take it first and talk about it later!

He took a deep breath and carefully reached out to take the dark gold heart.

It feels heavy and warm to the touch, as if holding a miniature star, or perhaps subtly echoing the beating of my own chest.

"How do I use it?" Lynn asked.

"You don't need to use it actively." The old man shook his head. "When the time comes, it will find its place on its own."

"Remember, it is a key, but also a shackle."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Lynn, turned around and looked up at the sky again, his figure becoming blurry and transparent under the starlight.

"Wait! What's the use of this thing?" Lynn asked urgently.

The old man did not answer; his figure vanished completely from the spot, and even the old staff turned into specks of light and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Only the faint starlight remaining in the air and the heavy, dark gold heart in my palm proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Lynn stood there, motionless for a long time.

He examined the heart carefully and found no trace of curse, tracking, or trap, except for the incomprehensible and strange fluctuations.

He eventually wrapped it carefully in several layers of insulating material and kept it close to his body in the bone ring.

Let Gregor look into it later.

He took one last look at Starbone Valley; there was nothing unusual, and no "mutant babies" had been born.

Lynn turned and left without looking back, his figure quickly disappearing into the eternal darkness of the buffer zone.

For the next month, Lynn wandered between the buffer zone and the enemy-occupied territory, gathering intelligence while assassinating the apprentice squads of the academy coalition.

He was extremely efficient; many apprentices died before they even saw him.

With Lynn's current strength and powerful undead minions, he can come and go freely unless he is surrounded.

If the war hadn't been ongoing and he hadn't been unable to return to the academy, he would have already taken a large amount of spoils and gone back to enjoy life.

At night, he would have the Abyss Stalker dig a network of interconnected tunnels, where he would hide and meditate to recover his strength.

During this period, Lynn's mental strength also slowly increased, eventually settling steadily at 100 points.

Deep within his soul, the vast and perfect vortex of his spirit began to feel a slight stinging sensation, as if it were nearing its limit.

I'm not far from becoming a full-fledged wizard!