Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Two days later, Lynn was feeding the dragon soul in the laboratory.

The golden soul mist floated in the specially made petri dish. As he continuously injected pure soul fragments, the mist slowly churned, and the dragon-shaped phantom at the center became much more solid than when he first obtained it.

According to Morpheus's notes, this is the second step in refining the main soul—feeding it to its limit.

When the dragon soul can no longer absorb more soul energy, it can use special methods to forcibly break through its limits and complete the final step of the contract imprint.

Hmm... one substitute soul is too few. I'll refine Morpheus's soul later too.

He was focused on regulating the energy output frequency of the petri dish when the soul crystal nameplate at his waist suddenly vibrated slightly.

Lynn's hands continued moving as he probed the nameplate with his mental energy.

An official announcement from the academy's central command has surfaced:

"Upon investigation, it was found that Morpheus, the former instructor of the Soul Department, disregarded the academy's explicit prohibitions and ambushed a formal wizard of the academy, only to be killed in the process. Morpheus deserved to die, and we urge all wizards to take this as a warning and abide by the academy's rules."

The wording is strong and the characterization is clear.

Immediately afterwards, the nameplate lit up again—this time it was a message sent to him alone:

"The review is complete, and no liability has been confirmed. The movement restrictions are lifted effective immediately. The application for Morpheus's original laboratory has been approved. You may proceed to the deacon's office to complete the handover."

After reading it, Lynn's lips curled up slightly.

Everything went so smoothly.

Without giving it much thought, he continued to focus on feeding the dragon soul in front of him.

What he didn't know was that this announcement caused an uproar throughout the entire official wizarding community of the Bone Spire.

...

"Have you seen the announcement?"

The first to send out the message was Orlando from the rune side. He had just finished an experiment and immediately saw this explosive news.

He immediately opened the "Communication Slate" and sent messages to several familiar wizards, inquiring about the inside story.

It's important to know that formal wizards are the backbone of the academy, and Morpheus is the academy's "old mentor," an expert in the field of souls, who has trained many apprentices in the academy.

Now they've actually set up an ambush to attack other legitimate wizards, and what's worse, they were killed in the process?!

This is just...so dramatic!

Official wizards are well-informed, and it wasn't long before the inside story was revealed.

Everyone was stunned to learn that Morpheus had been defeated by a "newcomer" who had only been enrolled for a few years.

What is that?

A few years into the school... a freshman? He managed to kill Morpheus after being ambushed?

Boss, this isn't funny at all...

This guy isn't a newbie, he's a god!

When the truth came out, it was hard for the official wizards to believe, as they felt there must be something else going on.

Meanwhile, the news was also circulating quietly among some apprentices.

"Have you heard? Morpheus, the mentor of the Soul Department, is dead."

"Huh? How did he die?"

"It's said that he went to kill a legitimate wizard, but ended up being killed instead."

"Kill a certified wizard? Isn't that against the rules of the academy?"

"That's why he died. The college has already issued a statement saying he brought it on himself."

"Do you know who killed him?"

"I don't know, I heard he's a new student who hasn't been here for many years..."

"ah??"

...

Lynn was completely unaware of all this.

He only wants to focus on improving his strength now; everything else is secondary.

After feeding the dragon soul, Lynn got up and went to the deacon's office. After completing the formalities, he went straight to Morpheus's laboratory.

The bone gate remained tightly shut, and the soul-binding runes on the door were still flickering slightly.

This time, however, the restriction was replaced with the academy's restriction, which Lynn opened directly with his own nameplate.

The door opened silently.

He stepped into the laboratory, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

The central soul furnace still exists, with a faint blue glow remaining on its walls.

On the shelf against the wall, half of the crystal bottles that were originally neatly arranged were gone, and what remained were low-level souls of little value.

The materials box in the corner had also been rummaged through, leaving only some scraps.

The workbench was spotless; Morpheus's notes, experimental records, and research materials had all been taken away, leaving not a single piece of paper behind.

Lynn curled his lip, knowing full well that the academy was like this.

"Seal archives for investigation?" That sounds nice, but in reality, it means taking the valuables first and confiscating them, then giving him the rest of the junk.

Well... what's left are all the junk I added myself, so it's like returning it to its rightful owner.

but...

He turned to look at the rest of the laboratory.

The Soul Forge is intact. It is a valuable and fully functional object that can be used directly to refine soul-related materials in the future.

The rune racks against the wall remained untouched, each engraved with various imprisonment, transformation, and amplification runes—all readily available.

The corner has a forging table, a material handling table, a central experimental table, and a pharmaceutical workbench—everything you could need.

The college was too lazy to move these facilities and equipment, so they all benefited him.

Lynn was in a slightly better mood and made a small profit.

Over the next two days, he completely reorganized and redesigned the laboratory.

The Soul Forge remained in the center, but a ring of energy-stabilizing runes of his own design was added around it to prevent energy fluctuations from leaking out during the forging process.

The shelves against the wall were rearranged, leaving only the low-value materials and souls to fill the space.

Anyway, he doesn't lack this much, and it's safer to keep the valuable materials on his own.

He cleared all the clutter from his workbench and replaced it with his own research tools and various materials.

The most crucial renovation was done at the entrance.

He spent an entire day completely rewriting the soul lock restrictions that were used by the academy.

After all, it's my own place, so I still need to be careful about fire prevention, theft prevention, and petty thieves.

To enter this laboratory nowadays, one needs not only a specific frequency of mental energy impact and coded language, but also verification of one's own soul fluctuations.

Multiple layers of interlocking insurance, more robust than when Morpheus was in power.

After finishing, Lynn stood at the door, looking at the runes that were now flowing again on the door, and nodded in satisfaction.

From now on, this will be his private room.

...

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Ghost Mine, an accident is taking place.

Lin Chen's physical growth is extremely slow, and he still looks like a baby who is only two months old. However, his extraordinary power is increasing day by day, causing great suffering to those who take care of him.

Most importantly... he can fly.

This innate instinct allows one to fly whenever they want and go wherever they want, completely unrestrained by gravity.

He can teleport.

Short-distance spatial jumps, like Lynn's, but more casually than his father's.

Sometimes, while they're eating, they'll disappear and reappear on the roof a moment later, still holding a spoon in their hand.

He can also devour.

This is the ability that gives Arya the biggest headache. Lin Chen seems to have an instinctive craving for anything that contains energy.

Magic stones, potions, ores, and even rocks soaked in death energy—anything he sees is doomed.

At first, he only swallowed magic stones, but later he started swallowing all kinds of potion bottles, whether they were tonics or poisons, they could all fill his stomach.

Later, even some scattered pieces of Netherworld Iron Ore piled up in the mine were affected.