Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The world of goblins.

Lynn stood atop the clock tower, the highest point in the imperial city.

This tower is the pride of goblin technology. It is an all-metal structure, three hundred meters high, and twelve huge bronze bells hang at the top. Every hour on the hour, the sound of the bells can be heard throughout the entire city.

It was late at night, and the bells had long since stopped ringing. Only the warning lights on the top of the tower continued to rotate slowly, casting their red light across the city below.

He looked down.

The imperial city remained brightly lit even in the night.

The streetlights on both sides of the street form strips of light, outlining the city's silhouette.

The factory chimneys were still belching smoke, the night shift workers were busy, and a train was passing by in the distance, its whistle faintly audible.

Further away, lights were still on in the windows of those working-class neighborhoods, twinkling like stars on the ground.

A living city.

Tens of millions of living lives.

Five years later, barring any unforeseen circumstances, all of this will turn to ashes under that meteorite.

Lynn turned his gaze away and looked up at the night sky.

The meteorite is not yet visible; it is still flying in the distant starry sky and will not come into Gruul's view for at least two years.

The world's will continues to operate steadily, without any sense of impending doom.

Even if it can sense a threat, it doesn't know what to do.

It's just an instinctive mechanism, protecting the chosen race and keeping the world running, nothing more.

Faced with such an extraordinary disaster, the only recourse is for the creatures of this world to find their own solutions and exacerbate the situation themselves.

Most living beings are unaware of this.

Lynn remained silent for a long time, considering the feasibility of his idea.

Stigmata Domain.

After advancing to the Saint Mark, each Saint Mark Wizard will have their own demiplane, a miniature world governed by its own rules.

That is the source of power, and also the foundation.

Some Stigmata Wizards use elemental energy to condense demiplanes, some weave them with spatial fragments, and some simply cut out a miniature plane and slowly cultivate it.

But those demiplanes are just incomplete fragments.

What if he could refine the entire world of Gruul into his own Stigmata Domain?

Although this world faces annihilation, its rules are intact, its space is stable, and it is home to billions of intelligent beings.

When the meteorite strikes five years later, he can guide the world's will and allow it to be reborn before its destruction.

At that time, the world will become his private domain, and all those rules, all those lives, all that technology will belong to him alone.

It's much better than dozens of rules.

Lynn squinted.

While goblin technology may not be as advanced as that of the wizarding world, their mechanical, energy, and genetic technologies will definitely be useful in conquering all worlds.

Imagine equipping his undead army with goblin weapons, or mass-producing undead gear in goblin factories...

These billions of goblins shouldn't be wasted; when they pilot magic-powered mechs and tanks, they'll be a formidable force.

It's a pity that this world's resources are about to run out, otherwise it would be even better.

Of course, if there were plenty of resources, it wouldn't be his turn.

To refine a world, the world's will must first accept it.

Legend has it that when faced with an apocalyptic crisis, some world wills will bestow their world's power to nurture a "chosen one" to save the world.

For example, in the world of "Demon King", you can cultivate a "hero" who can turn the tide and defeat the Demon King to save the world.

If the world's will senses the crisis in the goblin world, it will inevitably support a "chosen one" and unleash the world's power.

Given the nature of the goblin world, it's likely that a scientist with a burst of intelligence will emerge and elevate goblin technology to a new level in a short period of time.

Maybe then we can take care of this "world-destroying meteor" and save the whole world.

Of course, the chances are slim, but even if things don't go well, they can still develop a spaceship capable of "interstellar travel" and take away a portion of the goblin elites.

In that case, the world still cannot escape destruction.

What if... I were the "chosen one"?

This idea is somewhat far-fetched, since Lynn is, after all, an "extraterrestrial demon," not a true native.

To become the "Chosen One," one must gain the approval of the world's will and be assured that you have the potential to save the world.

Only then will a portion of the world's power be bestowed upon you.

Directly plundering the rules will provoke fierce resistance, but if the world's will actively empowers the world and shares a portion of the world's authority with him, then the nature of the situation is different.

If he had enough authority, Lynn could have completely usurped the throne and taken over the world!

Now, the goal is to expose the cataclysmic crisis to the world's will and the entire goblin race, letting them know that they could perish at any moment.

This led the goblins, this "destined race," to willingly worship him!

The essence of the world's will is the instinct to protect the race destined for destiny.

When a chosen race considers an outsider as "one of their own," the world's will will gradually come to regard him as one of their own as well.

In addition, he himself held this trump card of "saving the world".

Once the world's will has fully accepted him, he will then attempt to save the world in the face of impending doom...

At that time, he could take the world away like a master.

Hmm... that's settled then.

He turned around, leaped from the top of the clock tower, and disappeared into the night.

...

The emperor's bedroom.

The old emperor lay on the large bed, his beloved concubine already fast asleep beside him, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

It's not that I'm powerless to help others, but rather that I'm deeply worried about national affairs.

He tossed and turned, his mind filled with the words spoken at the morning court session.

Five years, only five years!

Of the billions of goblins, only a few thousand managed to escape.

The people were still cheering for the Explorer's success and dreaming of a brighter future, completely unaware that death was already on its way.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think about it.

Just then, a chill ran down my spine from behind.

The old emperor suddenly opened his eyes and froze instantly.

In the shadows at the foot of the bed stood an extremely tall "giant".

A long black robe obscured his face.

He stood there quietly, as if he didn't belong to this world.

The old emperor's hand instinctively reached for a red button on the bedside table.

That's an emergency summoning device; once pressed, thirty royal guards will rush in within ten breaths.

The old emperor pressed his finger heavily on the button.

Ten breaths later, everything was calm...

"Give up. This palace is no longer part of your world."

The voice that came from that person was calm, low, and devoid of any emotion.

The man raised his right hand and made a light swiping motion.

The air parted like water, revealing a dark crack.

On the other side of the crevice, faint starlight could be seen, but it wasn't the starry sky outside the window; it was the starry sky in another direction.

"This is another dimension. No one can find you, and you cannot escape."

The man withdrew his hand, and the crack healed.

The old emperor slowly withdrew his hand.

He stared at the man, his voice hoarse:

"Who are you? An assassin? A cultist? Or a killer sent by some kingdom?"

The man chuckled softly.

He took a step forward, emerging from the shadows.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating his face.

His face was excessively young, cold, calm, and expressionless, but there was something in his eyes that sent chills down the old emperor's spine.

That was a gaze that did not belong to this world, like a god looking down on ants.

"I am the High God, N'Zoth."