Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

"High-level magical beast flesh essence, level 6, a batch just arrived in my shop, in excellent condition, I'll give you 30,000, plus 3 taels of active metal... totaling 96,000."

The shopkeeper paused, then added:

"Is this your first time visiting our shop, sir? According to our rules, new customers get a 10% discount. So, the total is 77,400, but you can just give us 77,000."

Lynn didn't haggle; the price was lower than he had expected, and the shopkeeper's offer was fair.

"How long will it take to prepare everything?"

"Some materials are in stock at small shops, while others have to be sourced from other shops," the shopkeeper said after a moment's thought.

"Please wait a moment, sir, half an hour of sand time, and I will have someone take care of it."

Lynn nodded.

The shopkeeper got up, walked to the door, and called downstairs.

An apprentice ran up, and the shopkeeper whispered a few instructions to him. The apprentice nodded repeatedly and quickly ran downstairs.

The innkeeper returned to the table and refilled Lynn's tea. "Please have some tea, sir. It will be ready soon."

Lynn picked up her teacup and took a sip.

The tea is slightly bitter, but has a faint sweet aftertaste and a refreshing aroma; it must be some kind of herb that can refresh the mind.

This cup of tea alone is worth several magic stones.

Lynn put down his teacup and glanced at the painting on the wall.

The paintings depicted modified creatures: giants with four arms sewn together, winged snakes, and humans covered in scales.

Each painting is exquisite, with even the direction of the stitching lines clearly depicted.

These are relatively normal modifications, without those abstract creatures covered in eyeballs or tiny hands and whiskers.

Hmm... it's the kind of "Kra-type creature" that makes your sanity drop just by looking at it.

The shopkeeper followed his gaze and said with a smile, "These are all works from Lord Ferrandil's early years. His craftsmanship is much better now, but unfortunately, those finished products are all in the academy, and my shop can't display them."

Lynn didn't respond; he didn't really want to talk to the shopkeeper about Ferrandil.

After all, he is one of the deputy tower masters, on the same level as his master's wife and Negras, so it's best not to make any unwarranted criticisms.

The shopkeeper, being sensible, said no more, only occasionally getting up to check the door and urge the apprentices who were transferring goods.

Half an hourglass passed quickly.

The apprentice ran up again, carrying a large box in his hand, followed by two other apprentices, each carrying a box.

They placed the box on the table, opened it, and stepped aside.

The shopkeeper walked to the table and took things out one by one.

"My lord, please look. This is the essence of flesh and blood from a level 6 high-level magical beast. It was just extracted three days ago and is very fresh."

He presented a crystal bottle the size of a fist, filled with a dark red, thick liquid that glowed faintly, with occasional bubbles rising from the bottom.

Lynn took the bottle and probed it with his mental energy.

[Analysis] After scanning and confirming that the quality was fine, he nodded.

The shopkeeper then took out a palm-sized metal box, opened it, and inside was a piece of silver-white metal with a smooth surface and no texture.

He picked up the metal with tweezers, squeezed it gently, and flattened it. When he released the tweezers, the metal slowly returned to its original shape.

"Active metals, just a few ounces, and you've seen their self-repairing capabilities."

Lynn took it and confirmed with [Analysis] that there was no problem.

The third item was a fist-sized purple crystal, semi-transparent, with tiny specks of light slowly floating inside.

The soul crystal is intact and has no cracks.

Lynn's nameplate was made from this thing, but it wasn't quite complete.

Lynn took it; the soul crystal was warm to the touch and smooth to the touch, like a piece of warm jade.

He probed with his mental energy and found that the interior space was large enough to accommodate all the mental imprints he needed.

Other materials are fine too; large stores like this can usually guarantee quality.

Lynn checked everything one by one, confirmed that there were no problems, and put the materials into the ring.

He counted out 77,000 magic stones from his ring and piled them on the table.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up. After quickly counting the items and confirming that everything was correct, his smile widened.

"Whatever materials you need in the future, please come to my shop. It's a business under Lord Ferrandil's name, so you can rest assured about the quality."

Lynn nodded and got up to leave.

As he reached the door, he suddenly paused.

On the shelf against the wall in the lobby, at the very bottom, there was an inconspicuous wooden box with the lid half open, revealing a dark purple object inside.

The thing resembled a condensed mist, with tiny lightning bolts leaping across its surface, but those lightning bolts were dark purple and carried an eerie aura.

He stood in front of the counter, looking at the description next to the wooden box, and the results of the "analysis" went through his mind again.

This thing is called the World Remains. Its origins are far greater than he imagined.

At the moment of the world's destruction, all rules collapsed, all energy went berserk, and all matter collapsed.

Under normal circumstances, these things would dissipate into the void and become cosmic dust.

However, under certain extreme conditions...

For example, if the world is destroyed fast enough and the external pressure is great enough, those broken rules, runaway energy, and collapsing matter will all be forced into a tiny core and solidified into this crystal.

It is like the corpse of a world, and also its last relic.

Lynn stared at the dark purple mist, a thought flashing through his mind, and quickly began to calculate.

This is a really good thing! It has almost unlimited energy absorption. Since it can only absorb but not release, it's useless to others.

What's the use of a container that can only take in but not out? To absorb waste energy? To purify pollution? To serve as a dumping ground for witchcraft? It's really worthless.

But for him, this was precisely the most suitable thing.

What he wanted was a container, a container that could store a massive amount of faith power.

Whether the clones can fight is secondary; whether they can absorb damage is the key.

This remnant of the world could absorb the destructive energy of an entire world, so what is the power of faith in the goblin world compared to that?

As for not being able to release it... that's because others don't know how to release it.

He can analyze and locate the blockage, use spatial power to open up the passage, and use death energy to reinforce the passage walls.

In his hands, this thing is like a battery with unlimited capacity.

Lynn placed the wooden box back on the counter, her expression unchanged, and looked at the shopkeeper: "How much?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the wooden box, his face showing a "Are you serious?" expression.

"Sir, this thing... is a piece of junk."

"Lord Ferrandil personally examined it and said that its internal structure is dead, and energy can only enter but not exit. It has been in the shop for several years, and no one wants it."

"How much?" Lynn repeated.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment. "Fifty thousand magic stones."

Lynn did not haggle.

Buying a World Relic for 50,000 Magic Stones is as cheap as picking it up for free.

He counted out fifty thousand magic stones from his ring and piled them on the counter.

The shopkeeper hurriedly counted the items, and after confirming that everything was correct, his expression changed from "Are you serious?" to "You're such a sucker."

But he didn't say anything, he just told the apprentice to wrap the wooden box and hand it to Lynn with both hands.

Being able to sell this "scrap" item is a good thing for him.

Moreover...respecting the fate of others is also a form of kindness.

Lynn took the wooden box covered with runes and magic circles, opened it, and took a look.

The dark purple mist churned slowly inside the box, and the lightning on its surface flickered even more violently.

He could sense that the space inside this thing was incredibly large, like a black hole compressed to its limit, waiting to be filled.

He closed the lid, put the ring in, and turned to leave the shop.