Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the starry sky where the goblin world originally existed, only a grayish-white illusory image remained in the void.

That wasn't a star, nor a nebula; it was a projection of an entire world in the void.

The edges are blurred, as if viewed through frosted glass. The outline of the continent appears and disappears in the light. The ocean is a dull gray, devoid of blue, only a lifeless gray-white.

The projection floated in the void, then a crack appeared in the middle, and Lynn walked out of the crack.

He was wearing a black wizard's robe, and his face was the same as it had been years ago—young, cold, and expressionless.

After a wizard is promoted to a higher level, their physical body gradually becomes more standardized, and their appearance will be fixed at the time of promotion, without any further changes.

However, Lynn did not abandon his physical body; his body could still become stronger, but it would no longer age.

As Lynn stepped out of the crack, the void beneath his feet trembled slightly, like a stone thrown into calm water, with ripples spreading in all directions.

Those ripples weren't water waves; they were space itself distorting.

After Lynn took three steps, the crack behind him closed, and the gray-white projection disappeared.

He raised his right hand and placed it on his chest.

The grayish-white light contracted, shrinking from the size of a volleyball to the size of an egg, then from the size of an egg to the size of a fingernail, before finally disappearing into his palm.

He had taken the entire goblin world back into his body.

The goblin world is currently in a phase of rapid development and needs time to mature. I can't stay in it forever playing a "management and construction" game.

Now that I've been promoted to Saint Mark, there are many things I can do now. I should go back to the academy first.

Lynn turned around and flew in one direction, to the planet he had been teleported to the first time he arrived.

He no longer needs the bone dragon for transportation, as his own speed is much faster than the bone dragon's.

Lynn moved through the void, not so much flying as strolling through it, the space beneath his feet constantly folding.

With each step, his figure disappeared once, and when he reappeared, he had already traversed a distant void.

There was no wind, no sound in the void, only the stars slowly receding behind him.

...

Planet X-779, Teleportation Hall.

The apprentice on duty was dozing off behind the control panel.

He has been guarding this place for over ten years. His daily job is to check whether the runes of the teleportation array are worn out and whether the magic stones are exhausted.

Occasionally, a few wizards would pass through here on their way to teleport, and he would have to register.

Most of the time, he was in a daze.

At this moment, the light inside the teleportation hall suddenly dimmed.

The apprentice suddenly looked up and saw that there was suddenly another person on the teleportation array, blocking some of the light.

He wore a black robe, was young, and had no expression.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

The teleportation array wasn't activated, so how did that person appear?

His scalp tingled and his back was sweating.

The apprentice recognized the face; it seemed to be the same Third Ring Archmage who had passed through here three years ago.

I checked his nameplate myself, it seems to be called Lynn?

He remembered clearly that he came out of the teleportation array that day, asked a few questions about X-882, and then left, never to return.

The apprentice thought he was still in that small world clearing out the natives. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. How could he suddenly appear here?

He was clean, without any dirt or blood, and showed no signs of fatigue; he did not appear to have been through a war.

The apprentice stopped thinking and quickly stood up and bowed.

"My lord, you're back."

His voice sounded a little strained.

Lynn nodded without speaking, standing on the teleportation array, his gaze sweeping over the simple stone hall.

Some of the runes on the wall were worn away, the magic stone's energy was almost depleted, and two of the control panel's cables were loose.

This teleportation array is really rudimentary; it seems to be nearing its limit.

The apprentice came out from behind the control panel, holding a register in his hand.

He hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Sir, is planet X-882 difficult to deal with?"

In the apprentice's eyes, the Third Ring Grand Wizard was already a god-like existence. He spent three years wiping out a small world. Just how strong were the natives of that small world?

Lynn glanced at him but did not answer.

The apprentice dared not ask any more questions, lowered his head, and opened the register. "Sir, what is your destination?"

"Return to the academy."

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment." The apprentice stepped back to the control panel and began to adjust the teleportation array.

His fingers traced the runes, activating energy circuits, calibrating coordinates, and checking the magic stone reserves.

He had done this process thousands of times; he could do it with his eyes closed. But at this moment, his hands were trembling involuntarily.

It wasn't because of nervousness, but because of the oppressive feeling coming from in front of me.

Lynn stood quietly on the teleportation array without making any movement, but the apprentice could sense that this person was different from three years ago.

His appearance hadn't changed much, but the feeling he gave off had completely changed, as if he were facing some kind of natural enemy, and every cell in his body was trembling.

Three years ago, Lynn passed through his hands. At that time, he also thought Lynn was very strong, a third-ring archmage, much stronger than him, an apprentice.

But that strength is perceptible, like a mountain. You know it's high, you know it's big, you know it's there, and it won't make you feel suffocated.

Lynn now feels like an abyss to him, bottomless and endless, making you feel like you could fall in at any moment.

At this moment, the teleportation array lit up, and the runes lit up one by one, emitting a buzzing sound.

The apprentice breathed a sigh of relief, stepped aside, and respectfully invited Lynn to board the teleportation array.

Lynn stepped forward and stood still, while the apprentice returned to the control panel and activated the teleportation array.

After a few breaths, the array patterns did not react.

He tried starting it again, but it still didn't work.

The spatial rune flashed briefly before dimming again, like a candle being blown out by the wind.

Sweat beaded on the apprentice's forehead.

He checked the energy circuit; it was normal.

The magic stone's charging status has been checked and is normal.

The runes were inspected and found to be undamaged.

He tried a third time, a fourth time... but the teleportation array didn't respond at all.

The apprentice's face turned pale, thinking it was due to his own mistake.

He knelt down with a thud, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab.

"Please forgive me, sir. It was my mistake. I will check and fix it immediately."

Lynn stood on the teleportation array, offering no reproach, and probed every corner of it with his mental energy.

Runes, energy circuits, magic stones, control consoles—every detail unfolded in his perception.

The analysis results showed that the teleportation array itself was not the problem; it was his own mental power that affected the teleportation, and the energy required for the teleportation was also insufficient.

The teleportation array has a fixed energy threshold, but the energy required to teleport him is much higher than that required to teleport a third-ring wizard.

His mental energy field was too strong, covering his body and interfering with the spatial energy of the teleportation array.

If Lynn had successfully contained his mental energy field, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Well... the reason is ultimately my own fault.