Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn glanced at the wizards who were either greeting him respectfully, bowing their heads, or hesitating whether to approach, and then headed straight for the third floor.

The wizards on the second floor breathed a sigh of relief only after his footsteps disappeared at the entrance to the third floor.

"Is he the one who's been causing such a stir lately?" a wizard asked in a low voice.

"It should be right. Didn't you hear about what happened at Black Reef Restaurant last night? More than twenty of Marfa's old subordinates went there."

"Marfa is dead, and the position of chief of the Soul Department is now vacant. He has also won over all his old followers. Do you think... it's possible for him to take over Marfa's position?"

Whether we answer or not is none of our business. Just don't get in his way.

The group exchanged glances, lowered their voices, and continued studying the model on the table.

He spoke in a voice half as soft as before, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Lynn stood on the third floor, sensing the quiet below, and felt little emotional.

He was already used to this kind of scene.

In this academy, strength is the best passport.

The third floor is a library belonging to the Saintly Rank, a large space, but completely empty.

Apart from Lynn, the academy hasn't produced any new Stigmata for many years. The veteran Stigmata have already exhausted most of the knowledge here, and no one wants to waste time here.

He walked around the third floor and found that the steps led to the top, but there was no staircase leading to the fourth floor.

Lynn was not surprised.

After all, it's a place where forbidden books are hidden, so it's normal for the entrance to be concealed.

Otherwise, if someone manages to break in, the enemy won't be able to find the entrance, which will buy them some time.

Lynn originally wanted to contact the "Master of the Scripture Pavilion" hidden in the alternate dimension—Frost Saint Mark—to ask him where the entrance was.

But considering the other party's cold attitude and the little incident between them, he hesitated for a moment and decided against it.

Okay, I'll just have to find it myself.

Lynn stood in the center of the third floor, his mental energy spreading outwards and covering the entire floor.

His mental probes swept across rows of bookshelves, walls, floors, and ceilings, but found nothing.

"It was well hidden," Lynn said in a low voice.

He closed his eyes and switched to analytical abilities to search again.

This time, the energy structure of the entire floor was fully unfolded in his eyes, like a blueprint woven from countless runes and spatial folds.

The "Analysis" cheat is still powerful, able to discover some details that Lynn's mental power cannot detect.

He first discovered a hidden alternate dimension.

The space was like a tiny bubble, nestled in the gap between the third and fourth layers, where a cold, holy aura was silently watching him.

Needless to say, it must be the Ice Saint Mark on "on duty".

And that "space bubble" is naturally the "Library Master's Office" of the Ice Saint Mark.

Lynn ignored him and continued searching.

The analytical capabilities followed the spatial folds all the way down, and finally discovered an extremely subtle fluctuation of regularity at the deepest part of the third layer.

The fluctuation was hidden behind a row of seemingly ordinary bookshelves, concealed by more than a dozen layers of spatial folds.

Ordinary mental energy cannot penetrate it at all; only analysis can reveal the differences in the direction of the spatial texture.

Lynn opened his eyes and his gaze fell on a seemingly ordinary bookshelf.

He walked up to the bookshelf, and without hesitation, strode straight into it.

In the alternate dimension, the Ice Saint Mark was originally sitting at the table with his eyes closed, resting.

He sensed that Lynn had entered the third floor, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

This kid used to come every day, then he stopped coming for a while, but I didn't expect him to make such a big fuss recently, and he came again today.

It wasn't until Lynn wandered around on the third floor that he opened his eyes, staring at him intently, wanting to see what the kid was doing.

When he saw Lynn walk up to the bookshelf that represented the fourth level of the forbidden zone and crash straight into it, Frost Saint's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up.

"Forbidden Zone!" He instinctively raised his hand, ready to tear through space to stop them.

That's not a place that ordinary wizards can enter; only a select few in the academy have the authority to go there.

Even those with sacred marks are strictly prohibited from entering the fourth level without special authorization.

Even he, the "Master of the Scripture Pavilion," could not enter.

Lynn just got his name cleared, how could he be so reckless again?

The fingertips of the Ice Saint Mark had already touched the spatial wall, but at that moment, he saw a dark silver light shine on Lynn's wizard robe.

A badge peeked out from the hem of the robe.

That was the badge representing the leader of the Soul System, with the tangled soul threads on it shimmering slightly.

A ripple spread across the surface of the bookshelf, like a fingertip touching the water.

Lynn disappeared completely into it.

Clearly, they entered "legally".

The hand of the Ice Saint Mark stopped in mid-air.

He remained silent for a while, then slowly lowered his hand and sat back in his chair.

He stared in the direction Lynn had disappeared, muttering to himself, "The chief mentor of the Soul Department..."

There was a hint of envy in his tone.

He was in charge of guarding the ossuary, but in the end, he was just a gatekeeper. It was a sinecure, and he didn't have much power.

He never had the key to the restricted book section.

The chief mentor is different.

That was a legitimate position with real power, good benefits, and high status; countless people in the academy would kill for it.

He did consider it back then, but unfortunately, it didn't happen to him.

Most importantly, his cold and aloof personality makes him less adept at building relationships and teaching apprentices, making him a kind of "NPC" character in the academy.

Hanbing Shenghen leaned back in his chair, feeling somewhat resentful.

But then I thought about what Lynn had done.

He killed Marfa, then turned the tables on the Chaos Egg, single-handedly overwhelming a group of Stigmata.

With such combat prowess, he would be an excellent choice as a chief mentor.

Besides, Lynn was originally known for his top-tier soul talent, making him more suitable than Marfa, who had only a high-level soul talent.

The academy entrusting the Soul Department to him wasn't exactly a reckless decision.

Hanbing Shenghen exhaled and closed his eyes again, but the trace of envy still lingered.

I wonder what's on the fourth floor. If Lynn obtained the "forbidden knowledge" of the fourth floor, wouldn't he become even more powerful?

Alright, let's try to maintain a good relationship from now on.

Who knows, Lynn might actually have a magical ability someday, and then he could just say a few words and land himself a cushy job...

Leaving aside the thoughts of the Ice Saint Mark, the moment Lynn crashed into the bookshelf, the scene before him suddenly changed.

He didn't hit anything; his body felt as if it had passed through a curtain of cold water, and then everything suddenly opened up before him.

The fourth floor was larger than he had imagined, and by his estimation, it was even more spacious than the three floors below combined.

The light here is very dim.

The four walls and the dome were embedded with countless soul stones, emitting a faint blue-green light that barely illuminated a small area.

The air was filled with the smell of old parchment and a faint scent of remnants of the soul.

Lynn stood at the entrance, not in a hurry to take a step.

He discovered that the entire fourth floor was enveloped by layers of spatial arrays, with each row of bookshelves suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating like floating islands.

The first thing he noticed was a huge black stone tablet directly in front of him.

A line of text was inscribed on the stone tablet in ancient shamanic script:

"Warning! This level contains treasures capable of destroying souls and nations. Those without authorization will be annihilated upon entry."