Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Hearing Lynn's merciless words, Mary's legs went weak, and she knelt down, begging for mercy with tears streaming down her face:

"Lord Lynn! Spare me! I was bewitched! Please, for the sake of our past relationship..."

However, she didn't finish her sentence.

Lynn patted Megatron on the back, and Megatron seemed to understand, not even waiting for Lynn's specific orders.

It merely snorted in disgust, then its enormous head shot out with a speed disproportionate to its size, swallowing Mary whole while she was still crying and begging for mercy!

"Snap... Pfft..."

The muffled sound of bones shattering and flesh being crushed came from its mouth, and a few streaks of blood seeped from between its teeth.

Through the gaps in the bones, it was easy to see that Mary's body was being crushed by the giant teeth.

A moment later, Megatron spat out a pile of tattered trash with disgust.

Among the tattered items were fragments of a wizard's robe mixed with flesh and blood, and a relatively intact bone ring.

Lynn remotely scanned the skeletal ring and brutally erased the remaining marks on it with his mental power.

Using his mental energy to probe the skeletal ring, he discovered that the ring's internal space actually contained five cubic meters.

It's quite a nice little gem.

The ring was not only filled with clutter, but also imprisoned several bewildered male ghosts and zombies—clearly the fate of her former "boyfriends."

Tsk... It's truly a case of dying beneath a peony flower, even as a ghost, one would be romantic.

The pile of clutter contained aphrodisiacs, revealing clothing, and scrolls recording crude enchantments.

There are many items, but their value is not high.

"What a boring trick." Lynn casually destroyed the sex toys, leaving only the magic stones and a few somewhat useful materials.

He patted Megatron on the neck.

"Let's go, it's time to go back and properly 'digest' what we've gained this time."

Megatron roared and sprinted away again.

All that remained was a lump of mangled flesh, unrecognizable...

Insects... should have the awareness of insects...

...

On the main road of the wasteland, Megatron roared and galloped on, and soon he saw the body of the Bone Spire.

The apprentices along the way, seeing such a huge vehicle traveling on the main road, hurriedly swerved to the side to make way.

Dust flew up, eliciting a chorus of curses.

This child is utterly inhuman!

Soon, they arrived at the college gate, and Lin En casually walked into the security checkpoint.

The skull of the myriad races quickly scanned Lynn's body and all his belongings, and found nothing unusual, so it quickly let him pass.

The same applied to the deacon checkpoint; after checking Lynn's Soul Gold Badge and confirming his identity, they let him pass directly.

As for the Netherworld...

It's estimated they couldn't detect it, otherwise, an "apprentice" leading such a massive undead army would definitely shock a lot of people.

Back in the lab, Gregor was still working on the last few problems with "Death Blossom," and with Lynn's successful case, he wasn't entirely clueless.

If something else can be found to replace the small stone, the mist spirit, and most importantly, the "Starry Sky Beast Heart," then there is a possibility of replicating the miracle.

While Little Stone and Mist Spirit can be replaced through "artificial cultivation," the most crucial Starry Sky Beast's heart is beyond their capabilities.

That thing acts as a "universal harmonizer" and "energy pump," perfectly delivering massive amounts of various energies that are compatible with Lynn's body.

Gregor has never encountered anything with the same effect.

Seeing Lynn return, he seemed quite pleased, so it was clear that the kid must have gained a lot.

Tsk... We should have cut off a piece of that kid's heart for research back then.

Is it impolite to bring this up now?

Seeing that Gregor's eyes were gradually turning dangerous, Lynn quickly interrupted his reverie.

"Professor, are you busy?"

Gregor gave him a disgruntled look, as if to say, "When am I not busy?"

"You're back? How was the trip?"

"Not bad." Lynn walked to the crystal tank next to her, washed her face thoroughly, and tried to calm herself down.

[Magic Trick] While it can cleanse the dirt on the body, it cannot cleanse the dirt on the soul.

"I went to Death Valley and captured a Ghost Bone Tiger, collected all the ghosts in the valley, and also wiped out all the native undead."

"Tsk." Gregor looked Lynn up and down.

"You're really something else, aren't you? You're starting to resemble those mad dogs from the war factions—leaving nothing but desolation in your wake."

"It's just about maximizing resource utilization." Lynn didn't care. He was happy as long as he was happy. Why should he care about others?

"Mentor, I'm preparing to apply for full wizard certification. Is there anything I should be aware of?"

Gregor paused, put down the rune carving knife in his hand, and a complex expression appeared on his face.

There was relief, there was emotion, and there was also a subtle sense of loss.

Becoming a full-fledged wizard means leaving behind the apprenticeship and "graduating," thus becoming a truly independent individual.

"We've finally reached this point..."

He muttered to himself, pulled a dark gold triangular badge from the drawer, and tossed it to Lynn.

"Infuse your solidified spiritual core into the badge, and it will automatically record your soul wavelength, energy characteristics, and life level."

"Then the 'Tower Spirit Split' of the temple will verify your identity and issue an official soul crystal plaque—from that moment on, you will be a registered wizard of the Bone Spire."

Lynn took the badge; it was cool to the touch, with fine, regular patterns flowing across its surface.

This thing... is it a "graduation" certificate?

"Once you're certified, you'll have to make a choice." Gregor leaned back in his chair, his tone becoming serious.

"Formal wizards are no longer academy apprentices. You must clarify your own position and development direction. The academy usually provides several standard options."

He held up three fingers:

"First, stay within the academic system. You can choose to become a mentor, mentor apprentices, teach, or conduct research."

"Or take on a position in a department, such as 'Skeleton Repository Administrator', 'Ghost Market Enforcer', 'Resource Department Dispatcher', etc."

"This is the most stable, with a fixed resource quota, but the resource supply is extremely limited, and... it's very boring."

"Second, become a pure researcher, like me, apply for independent labs and project funding, and focus on your own path to truth."

"It offers the highest degree of freedom, but you need to fight for resources yourself and submit research results to the college regularly—if you can consistently produce valuable knowledge, the college will support you wholeheartedly."

"Third, overseas assignments." Gregor's finger stopped at the third one.

"This is the most mainstream choice, but also the one with the greatest range of risks and rewards. It can be further divided into several types—"

"Guardianship type: Go to the main world or a resource-rich sub-plane to guard important resource points such as mines, plantations, and soul nodes. The missions are long-term, relatively safe, and the rewards are stable but not high."

"Exploration: Venture into unknown or semi-explored sub-dimensions, void rifts, and ancient civilization ruins to conduct surveys and resource assessments. The risk level is medium to high, and the rewards depend on luck. You may become rich overnight, or you may be reduced to ashes."

"War-related." Gregor's voice deepened.

"Participate in the interdimensional invasion wars launched by the academy, or go to the 'Bone-Eroding Starfield' to fight against the abyssal demons."

"The mortality rate is the highest, but the exchange rate for battle merits is also the highest—plundering the core resources of a sub-plane is enough to give you a solid step on the path to the Holy Mark."