Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Upon hearing that Lynn was planning to take the "Road of All Things," Harold paused, his hand holding the teacup pausing, a clear look of surprise on his face.

"All things...rule over all rules? This path...is not easy to walk."

"Although the Holy Marks of the Eternal Night Graveyard are powerful, they are ultimately biased towards death and the dead, and I'm afraid they can't support your grand vision."

Lynn nodded.

"That's why I chose to stay in the main world; the rules of the Eternal Night Graveyard are ultimately limited."

Harold suddenly realized, hesitated for a moment, and then advised him.

"Why don't you first specialize in the laws of the soul or death? With your talent, your future will surely be smoother and brighter."

Lynn glanced at him, knowing that the other party meant well.

"Since I've chosen this path, I naturally have some confidence." His voice remained calm, yet carried a hint of determination.

Harold opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words of advice.

Blocking someone's path is like killing their parents.

The fact that he offered that one word of advice was already out of consideration for their friendship and his appreciation of Lynn's talent; saying anything more would be inappropriate.

"...In that case, I wish you all the best." He raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

The two then discussed some ideas about constructs and some invention principles.

Harold listened with a sense of regret as Lynn continued to spout his ingenious ideas and unique insights.

He glanced at Lynn, then at his shop filled with constructs, and carefully began, "You just said you wanted to travel the Path of All Things..."

Lynn didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

"I haven't walked this road, and I dare not make any judgments," Harold said, his tone much more serious than before.

"But your profound knowledge, keen insight, and ingenious ideas are the most formidable I have ever encountered. It would be a shame not to make use of them..."

"How about this, I've been operating in this Ghost Market for sixty years. I can't speak for everything else, but I know quite a few people. Since you're unwilling to open a shop and show your face in public, I can act as a go-between and introduce you to a few 'customers.'"

He paused, looking directly at Lynn: "My old friends are scattered across several trades, including constructs, enchanting, alchemy, and runes. They're all seasoned veterans with two or three decades of experience."

"They have the skills, but they're getting old and their minds are stuck on certain problems. They've been unable to solve some for a year or two. If you could offer some guidance..."

Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately understood what he meant.

It has to be said that Harold's idea was pretty good. He would act as a "pimp" to gain favors, while Lynn would help him solve problems, earn magic stones, and build connections. No one would lose out.

"You mean... that you, Master, would act as a go-between, they would provide the funding, and I would solve the problem."

"Exactly!" Harold said quickly, seeing how readily he answered.

"You don't need to show your face too much. Just meet them at my shop one by one. Once the matter is resolved, they will pay you in person."

"Each item costs no less than 500 magic stones; prices for particularly complex items will be negotiated separately."

"In this way, you earn magic stones, they owe you a favor, and I get to bask in some credit—a win-win-win situation."

Lynn did not respond immediately.

He was indeed short of magic stones; his own cultivation, the advancement of his undead, the acquisition of materials, and Lin Chen's training were all bottomless pits.

The current method requires no shop opening and incurs no costs.

You can earn a lot of magic stones by spending very little time accurately solving other people's backlog of problems, which is extremely cost-effective.

As for connections, he doesn't deliberately pursue them, but having more channels is never a bad thing.

"Okay," he nodded. "At this time in three days."

Harold was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Three days is plenty of time! I'll go make the arrangements right away and guarantee to get you a few truly distinguished people!"

Lynn said no more, bid farewell to Harold, left the shop, and turned to walk into the crowd at the market.

He strolled around Ghost Market.

I'm short on cash and can't afford to buy high-level undead advancement materials, so I can only browse those stalls.

Stopping at each stall labeled "Antiques" or "Fragments," I scanned the items and found that several indeed carried traces of faint energy.

However, they are either severely damaged or overpriced, making them not worth selling.

He paused for a moment in front of a stall selling soul materials, asked the price of "high-level soul embers," and the stall owner quoted a number. He shook his head and left.

Three thousand magic stones seem like a lot, but when it comes to actually using them, you can't even find a scrap of high-level materials.

After wandering around for a long time, I still didn't buy a single item.

Lynn went straight back to the lab.

As a formal wizard, the academy assigned him a separate residence.

It's the kind of "vine house" woven from living plants and bones, with protective and cultivation functions.

Each building occupies a small area, but it is independent with its own entrance and a small courtyard, making it much quieter and more comfortable than a dormitory.

But Lynn did not apply for housing.

Although the small cubicle in the corner of Gregor's laboratory was cramped and simply furnished, it was quiet enough and reassuring enough for Lynn.

For Lynn, a sense of security is more important than spaciousness and comfort.

He wasn't sure if Morpheus and Malfa would make a move within the academy, but at least in this laboratory, any unusual fluctuations wouldn't escape the notice of the third-ring wizard next door.

Inside the laboratory, Gregor was still busy.

Lynn took the opportunity to rummage through the material racks to see if there was anything useful he could use.

Gregor's lips twitched, but he ultimately said nothing.

After searching for a long time, I still don't know if Gregor hid all the good stuff; it was all worthless stuff.

Lynn was a little disappointed, but still grabbed a few items.

Now that we've already made the move, we can't just leave empty-handed...

Pushing open the door to the cubicle, I glanced at the tables and chairs covered in a thin layer of dust. A magical spell swept over, and the dust gathered into a clump and fell into the corner.

He sat cross-legged on the bed in the small cubicle, took out the newly acquired magic stone, and fell into meditation once again.

...

The following day, Lynn went to the ossuary.

He had already thoroughly explored the first and second floors, and this time he was just checking to see if there was any new knowledge added in recent years.

The academy regularly updates its content, including papers published by formal wizards, research reports submitted, and knowledge from other worlds brought back from the main world or sub-planes. These are then selected and made available to those with the appropriate permissions.

Lynn activated the [Memory Library] and quickly began recording.

An Attempt at Asymmetric Optimization of Energy Loops in the Curse Model

"Report on the Investigation of Energy Characteristic Fluctuations in the Seventh Layer of the Shadow Realm (with Analysis of Thirteen Sample Cases)"

Attribution Analysis of High-Rank Undead Promotion Failure Cases

On the Correlation Between Joint Wear and Decay of Soul Connection in Constructs

Stability Assessment and Transdimensional Risk Assessment of Underworld Fissures

...

Half a day later, all the new knowledge had been collected, and Lynn turned and left without looking back.