Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Gregor's laboratory.

The old wizard, who was trying to simulate the energy pumping effect of the heart of a celestial behemoth using "earth vein crystals," paused, and the tweezers in his hand almost pierced through the experimental table.

"The Lord of all things...?"

He paused for two seconds, then grinned, laughing louder and louder.

"Good lad! You're even more audacious than me! Fine, I'll grant you that title! Let's see which old codger dares to say my apprentice, Gregor, is useless!"

Laughter echoed through the laboratory, and Gregor seemed to truly see Lynn sitting on the throne of the "Lord of All Things".

...

A deep meditation room for the soul.

Marfa was weaving a complex "emotional binding" rune when the announcement came in, and the soul threads at her fingertips trembled slightly.

"Lynn...that little guy is still alive?" A slight smile seemed to appear on her blurred face.

"As expected of someone with exceptional soul talent, he actually advanced to become a formal wizard in just two years."

"And... at the peak of the first ring? That's truly astonishing..."

"The title is certainly imposing: Lord of All Things..."

"Ha, no wonder they were taught by Gregor, they're all arrogant lunatics who don't know their own limitations."

She continued to trace the soul threads in her hands, with a "golden coffin" made entirely of soul gold placed beside her.

Inside lay a remarkably handsome young man, none other than the "lovestruck prince" Alphonse.

But his handsome facial features gradually softened, and he seemed to become somewhat...feminine?

...

At a training ground for the undead legion in the Bone Spire.

Victor was standing on a high platform, looking down at hundreds of thousands of skeletal warriors practicing their formations.

Each skeletal warrior is like a highly sophisticated machine, possessing a high degree of discipline and tactical coordination.

Unfortunately, it still did not achieve Victor's claim that "quantitative change leads to qualitative change".

When the announcement came, a hint of surprise flashed across Victor's rugged face.

"Oh? Lynn? I didn't expect him to have climbed up so quickly under that old madman Gregor?"

"Lord of all things...tsk tsk, quite the boast." He stroked the stubble on his chin.

"I remember this kid had a superior soul and a mid-level earth elemental talent, right? If I had recruited him back then, he could probably have perfectly fused with that Titan skeleton and become the ultimate weapon on the battlefield!"

"I'll have to test this kid's abilities another day. If he lives up to his reputation, maybe I can recruit him..."

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Morpheus's private dissection room.

Morpheus, who was peeling the soul core off a level 3 Shadow Fiend, suddenly jerked his finger, and the sharp soul blade almost cut the soul fire.

"Lynn...a peak first-ring official wizard?! Lord of All Things?!"

Morpheus's emotions fluctuated violently, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and the sealed violent will deep in his soul surged again, the intense pain making it almost impossible for him to hold the knife.

"How is this possible... how could it be so fast!" he gritted his teeth, the words squeezed out of his throat.

"That bitch Marfa is a complete waste! She couldn't even find out such big news. Not only did that kid survive, he even benefited from the misfortune and advanced in rank!"

Hiss—at this kid's rate of advancement, it probably won't be long before he surpasses me...

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The top floor of the tower of withered bones, amidst utter desolation.

There is no light, no sound, only eternal nothingness.

When the announcement was released, it was like a pebble thrown into still water, creating barely perceptible ripples.

A pair of eyes, seemingly composed of the deepest "annihilation" itself, slowly opened in the darkness.

"Lord of all things..." The thought echoed like an ancient melody. "Gregor's successor... Interesting."

His eyes closed again, and all was silent.

...

Inside the hall, Cersei withdrew her hand and looked at Lynn: "The announcement has been made. From this moment on, you are Lynn, the 'Lord of All Things' registered in the Bone Spire."

"Keep your soul tablet safe. It's not only your identity document, but also the key to your access to certain privileges within the academy."

Lynn took the soul tablet; its crystalline surface felt warm to the touch and resonated with his soul.

The soul crystal plaque is engraved with numerous miniature magic arrays, each with many functions, which he needs to explore and learn how to use.

"Also..." Cersei added.

"Now that you've been promoted, you need to shoulder the responsibilities of a formal wizard. As for the path ahead... your mentor should have already told you, right?"

Lynn nodded.

"I have chosen to remain in the main world and temporarily become a resident wizard."

"Oh? Have you chosen a place to be stationed?"

"Yes, Soul Valley."

"A good choice. It's quiet there, perfect for reflection," Cersei unusually added.

"Gregor's 'Death Blossom' may have advanced you, but your foundation is inevitably flawed. It was the right thing to spend ten years solidifying your foundation and analyzing the rules."

She turned around, her figure beginning to blur: "Go, Lord of All Things, do not fail this title."

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared from sight.

Lynn gripped the soul tablet tightly, bowed slightly to the crystal ball, and turned to step into the teleportation array.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the crystal ball in the center of the hall that reflected the entire academy.

The tower spirit's cold voice drifted over softly:

【Lord of All Things, Lynn, your permissions have been updated. May your path to truth be smooth.】

Lynn's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Yes."

A flash of white light, and the hall returned to silence.

Only the light from the crystal ball belonging to the "Lord of All Things" quietly illuminated the star map of the Bone Spire.

Faint, yet not to be ignored. After being promoted to a formal wizard, Lynn had a two-month buffer period before heading to the main world to take up his post, enough time for him to make some preparations.

After all, he would need to stay there for ten years, and he didn't know what the situation would be like there, so he needed to exchange for some materials and supplies in advance.

And most importantly—knowledge.

He didn't waste a single day after that.

My first goal is to return to the second floor of the ossuary and prepare to add it to my "personal library".

...

In the eternally dark graveyard at dawn, the sky is always that sickly dark purple.

A thin mist of negative energy, like a veil, enveloped the massive complex of the Bone Spire.

Lynn stood in the laboratory, casually conjuring a "dressing mirror" with his magic, and carefully adjusted his brand-new wizard robes.

The robes were delivered last night by the "Resource Dispatch Office." Every newly appointed official wizard receives three sets of standard wizard robes.

The fabric is made of shadow spider silk from the shadow realm; it is lightweight yet strong, and provides a 20% basic increase in energy conduction.

The robe was embroidered with the emblem of a spire tower of bones and the seven-ringed ouroboros pattern representing a formal wizard in silver thread.

The cuffs, collar, and hem are embroidered with simple arrays of protective runes using finer magic patterns, which can passively counteract mental probing and energy disturbances below the first level.

After tidying up his wizard robes, Lynn put on the Tear of Tranquility, hung the Soul Crystal Soul Tablet in the most conspicuous position on his waist, and hung the Soul Lamp on the other side of his waist.

Looking at the figure in the mirror again, the person was upright and had a calm expression.

His black, patterned wizard robes made his skin appear slightly pale, but his eyes held a depth and sharpness far beyond his years.

Tsk... they really do say clothes make the man.

"Absolutely stunning!"

Lynn muttered to himself, a very faint smile curving his lips.

Upon hearing this, Gregor pursed his lips but said nothing.

They're in their prime right now, why spoil their fun?

After admiring himself for a quarter of an hour, Lynn finally pushed open the laboratory door, left the experimental area, and stepped onto the main road of the college.