Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Inside the Hall of the Mark of Truth, Lynn stood in front of the crystal ball, allowing it to scan and examine him.

The light circulated inside him, then emerged from under his skin and returned to the crystal ball.

The ripples on the surface of the crystal ball spread, and the mechanical sound rang out again.

[Identity confirmed: Lynn, Lord of All Things, former apprentice under Gregor, intermediate researcher.]

[Life energy level detection in progress...]

[Energy Level: Saint-level Wizard, Peak Fourth Ring.]

[Soul Wavelength: Highly stable, no abnormalities.]

[The soul fluctuations are consistent with the academy's records; there are no signs of possession, parasitism, or soul contamination. The test has been passed.]

[Information update successful, congratulations!]

...

After the testing was completed, the hall fell silent.

The withered old man pulled his hand out of his sleeve, and the tentacles of fear retracted completely.

The woman's body stiffened, and her shadow chains emerged from the ground, retracting back into her body.

Wayne stood at the back, and after hearing the test results, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Genius? Or monster?

Marfa's pupils contracted sharply.

The pinnacle of the Fourth Ring Road?!

How is this possible?!

How could a newly promoted Stigmata possibly reach the peak of the fourth ring in terms of energy level?

How many years did it take him to climb from the Third Ring Road to the Fourth Ring Road? The withered old man's fingers clenched tightly in his sleeves.

It took him 150 years to advance to the fourth ring, Shadow 130 years, Wayne 60 years, and Malfa 100 years.

But this kid... only took less than ten years!

Moreover, they had just been promoted to the peak of the fourth ring level. How could they possibly put their old faces like that?

The gaunt old man fell into self-doubt, while the woman narrowed her eyes and stared at Lynn again and again.

Wayne's lips twitched, it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or trying to say something.

He was an absolute genius at the Holy Flame Judgment Academy, reaching the third ring in just thirty years.

It took him a full sixty years to go from the Third Ring to the Holy Mark!

That's already considered fast.

After all, advancing to the Saint Mark requires more than just meeting the spiritual power standard; more importantly, it requires comprehending the rules.

During that time, Wayne spent every moment studying the Holy Mark at the Holy Flame Judgment Academy, and finally succeeded in comprehending the Holy Light Rules.

And what about this kid?

Although it's unclear what rules he comprehended, his talent and comprehension are absolutely top-notch!

The face beneath the Marfa mask became extremely ugly.

The worst news has arrived.

Lynn's soul is fine, his identity is fine, and his energy level has reached the peak of the fourth ring!

Not only was he not possessed, but he was also an absolute monster!

She should have taken matters into her own hands and dealt with him when he was still in the Third Ring Road.

It's too late to say anything now; all we can do is pray that Lynn doesn't know the real story behind the attack.

Fortunately, Morpheus is already dead, otherwise...

Lynn stood there, watching the dark golden crystal ball stop speaking, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, my abnormal physical body wasn't exposed.

This can be considered as keeping one trump card.

Having confirmed that Lynn's identity was correct, Cersei's expression softened slightly. She then walked to the crystal ball and raised her right hand to press on its surface.

"Tower Spirit, update Lynn's identity information, change his nameplate, and upgrade his privileges to Saint Mark level."

The ripples on the surface of the crystal ball spread out, and a mechanical sound rang out.

[Your identity information has been updated. Please return your original soul crystal nameplate and receive your new one.]

Lynn took the soul crystal plaque that had been with him for many years from his waist and placed it on the stone platform below the crystal ball.

The stone platform lit up, and the old nameplate was drawn away by an invisible force. A new nameplate emerged from inside the crystal ball and hovered in mid-air.

It is made of a dark gray, semi-transparent material with fine, flowing silver-white patterns on its surface.

The symbol of a Saint-level wizard's identity—the Void Crystal Nameplate.

There is a faint golden light around the edge of the nameplate, so faint that it is barely noticeable unless you look closely.

The inscription depicts defensive and teleportation arrays based on spatial magic, which can be activated in emergencies to save lives.

However, it is not very useful for ordinary Holy Marks. Holy Mark level wizards basically rely on comprehension and the collision of rules. If they are in someone else's Holy Mark domain, they simply cannot move out.

Lynn reached out and took the new nameplate, then casually hung it on his waist.

The Void Crystal felt cool to the touch and was much lighter than the old nameplate, like holding a feather.

The tower spirit's voice rang out again.

[Lord Lynn, congratulations on your advancement to a Stigmata. Please design your own unique Stigmata mark.]

[The Holy Mark is the exclusive identifier of a Holy Mark Wizard. It can be used on wizard robes, badges, banners, tokens, etc. Once designed, the mark will be bound to their identity.]

Stigmata Mark?

Last time they asked us to work on "titles," and this time they want us to work on "logs." They always come up with something new.

This thing is a symbol of a Saintly Mark identity. It is basically used by Saintly Mark wizards for their apprentices and factions, representing the faction they belong to.

It wasn't very useful to Lynn, who hadn't built any power base and had only taken on three apprentices so far.

Hmm... there are only two left now.

However, this thing might come in handy in the future; it can save a lot of unnecessary trouble when going out on missions.

Lynn stood in front of the crystal ball, drew a few strokes in the air with his finger, and then stopped.

What kind of design should we make?

He looked down and around, trying to find a point of reference.

First, he looked at the void nameplate on his waist. This thing was too ordinary and had no special features.

He looked up at Cersei again; her robe was spotless and clean.

Given her status, she doesn't need a mark. The deputy tower master is the face of the Bone Spire; she represents the academy, not an individual.

Marfa's mark was on her silver mask, a small mark on the left side of her forehead, a needle surrounded by fine lines.

The same mark was also on the collar of her silver-white robe, embroidered with silver thread, which was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

The marks of the withered old man were hidden in his sleeves and were not obvious.

It was a mass of grayish-black mist, and in the middle of the mist was a hand with outstretched fingers, holding a skull in its palm.

The mark was embroidered with a hidden thread, and it would only be revealed when he raised his hand.

The woman's mark of that shadow stigma is a dark ouroboros made of shadows, which is quite unique.

The mark of the Wind and Thunder Holy Mark on his wizard's robe is composed of a pair of wind and thunder wings.

Wayne's mark on his chest was a sword stuck in a book, the blade piercing through the pages and emerging from the spine.

He wore a golden robe, and the markings were also golden, so they were not visible from a distance; only when you got closer could you see the raised patterns.

Their marks basically represent their own holy mark rules, and others can generally guess what they specialize in just by looking at them.

It seems everyone is keeping a low profile, with their stigmata markings being mostly inconspicuous. I should also keep a low profile and just get a regular one.

Keeping a low profile is the best approach.