Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Inside "Lynn's Dream Corridor," everyone knew there was something fishy about Lynn's serious treatment of the wind chime.

The other stewards and apprentices in the shop gathered around, looking at the wind chime with puzzled expressions.

A young apprentice, somewhat naively, asked, "Is this wind chime broken? Should I take it to be fixed?"

"No need." Lynn tucked the wind chime into her sleeve. "I'll take this wind chime and play with it for a couple of days. You guys continue with your work."

Basso and Sim exchanged a glance, nodded, and agreed.

"My lord, what exactly is the purpose of this wind chime..." Sim couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Lynn glanced at him and said, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. It won't do you any good. In the future, if there are any old items left by Marfa in the shop, don't touch them. Let me know first."

Sim shrank back, not daring to ask any more questions, and Basso quickly agreed.

Lynn didn't linger any longer. He turned around, went back to the back hall, and left the shop through the teleportation array.

He needs to plan this carefully.

Back in the lab, Lynn opened his eyes in front of the teleportation array.

He opened his palm, and the wind chimes were already in his hand.

The wind chime swayed gently in his hand, making a few soft tinkling sounds.

"The second token," Lynn said softly, looking at the bone tube. "Let me see how many snakes you can bring out."

...

Inside the laboratory, Lynn closed the door tightly and added an additional barrier array on the outside.

He placed the wind chime in the center of the soul array, then stepped back three meters to observe it carefully.

The keepsake inside the wind chime is still dormant, hidden in the bone tube, its presence so faint as to be almost nonexistent.

Lynn did not rush to make a move.

He first retrieved all the knowledge about Marfa and the Soul Seed from the Memory Library, and then combined it with the restricted structure in Rowling's body to deduce the activation conditions bit by bit.

"We can't force it," Lynn said in a low voice.

The restrictions set by Marfa are very sensitive; once an external force directly touches the core of the token, it will lock down.

He wanted to turn the token into "Marfa," so he had to make it move on its own.

Lynn tried the first move.

He used his analytical abilities to disassemble the outer structure of the token, intending to simulate the aura of the substitute to lure the seed into awakening.

As a result, the seed of the soul remained motionless, seemingly uninterested in anything outside.

The second tactic Lynn tried to wrap the token with soul energy, simulating Rowling's emotional fluctuations, hoping to fool the seed's recognition mechanism.

The attempt failed; the seed still did not react.

His third move was to separate a trace of the emotional residue extracted from Rowling's body and apply it to the surface of the keepsake to see if it could strengthen the seed.

That remaining bit was already locked, but Lynn wanted to try and see if it could be used as "bait".

It still didn't work.

The keepsake was like a real bone tube, excessively quiet.

The series of failures gradually calmed Lynn down. He withdrew his mental energy, sat down on a chair, and poured himself a cup of "refreshing tea".

He took a few sips, and his mind gradually calmed down.

"Rowling was able to become a stand-in because her soul and the keepsake had deeply merged during the previous experiment."

Lynn stared at the wind chimes.

"This kind of token must have an activation mechanism. The way Marfa activates the seed and selects a substitute cannot be too complicated."

He put down his teacup and thought about it another step further.

Marfa wants a substitute, not someone to inherit her mantle. If the activation conditions are too high, her plan will not be easy to carry out.

Therefore, tokens will often actively seek out a suitable "host".

Perhaps... we should use the simplest method.

Lynn stood up and walked toward the Soul Forge.

The furnace also nurtures many souls, including those of humans, other races, monsters, and even demons.

Among them are the souls of wizarding apprentices.

Lynn made his selections and finally chose a wizard apprentice with low-level soul talent.

This soul is very complete; its consciousness has not completely dissipated, making it appear highly spiritual.

Lynn drew out the soul and placed it next to the keepsake.

This time, he didn't use witchcraft to simulate seduction; he simply placed the two in the same space.

At first, the token did not respond.

The soul sphere floated there, occasionally undulating slightly.

Lynn frowned, thinking he had failed again.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye.

The surface of the keepsake moved very slightly.

Lynn stopped in his tracks, slowly turned back, and carefully examined the seed.

A semi-transparent tentacle emerged from the center of the token, reaching out very, very slowly toward the soul.

The tentacle was very gentle, like a spider's silk in the wind, touching the surface of the soul.

The soul sphere trembled slightly, but showed no rejection.

The whiskers paused for a few seconds, seemingly analyzing the components of the soul, before slowly piercing into the outer layer of the soul.

Lynn could hear a very faint hissing sound, like a crack appearing on the surface of ice.

The Soul Orb began to tremble, but did not struggle.

That tendril continued to extend, branching out into more fine threads, like countless transparent roots, gradually piercing into the depths of the soul.

"Just as I expected." Lynn's eyes lit up.

The seed did not forcefully take over, but rather gently permeated, spreading itself into an extremely thin membrane that slowly enveloped the surface of the soul.

The whole process was quiet and natural, like a drop of ink flowing into a pool, leaving almost no trace.

In the end, all the whiskers retracted.

The keepsake returned to normal, but a barely perceptible dark hue appeared in the soul sphere.

Lynn smiled.

He succeeded!

The token has been integrated into this soul. If this soul becomes stronger in the future, it will be able to unlock the memories left by Marfa step by step, and find subsequent tokens and all the backup plans.

But he also understood that the soul was still too weak to be released directly.

A soul with low-level soul talent would not survive more than a day in the Eternal Night Graveyard.

The eternal graveyard is filled with the spirits of the dead.

A soul without a physical body wanders around, and if it encounters a particularly fierce undead, it gets swallowed whole.

If you encounter a wizard, you will be captured and refined as a wild spirit.

"We need to give it a body, or at least a chance to become stronger," Lynn said in a low voice.

He recalled the method he used to revive Rowling and decided to do the same.

Lynn waved his hand, putting the soul into his sleeve, and stepped into the world of the Holy Mark.

In the world of Stigmata, Lynn stood in a secluded chamber in the central cathedral of Death Island and released a Soul Orb.

The Soul Orb hovered in mid-air above the secret chamber, its surface glowing faintly, like a wisp of mist that might dissipate at any moment.

Lynn stood before it, his mental energy already submerged in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Based on the appearance of the soul and spirit, he first sketched out the outline of a human girl's body in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Bones, muscles, blood vessels, skin—each layer is constructed with utmost care, leaving no room for error.

Resurrecting a soul is an extremely significant event in the wizarding world, and generally only true spirits possess the corresponding abilities.

However, Lynn, a mere Saint Mark, can revive a soul, and if this were to be revealed, it would definitely cause a sensation.

This is a magical technique that can only be performed by combining the "All Things" rules with the "Power of the World".