Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After solidifying the bodies of all the family members, Lynn turned his gaze to the small town.

There are even more NPCs in the small town, and Lynn doesn't have time to carefully create each one.

He directly used memory weaving techniques to cover a large area, giving each person a simple life background.

The people selling pancakes, blacksmiths, cart drivers, and teachers have randomly distributed personalities and emotions, some good and some bad, some old and some young.

After Lynn sent the last NPC into the town, the whole town suddenly seemed to come alive as if blown by the wind.

People started walking on the street, vendors began to hawk their wares, dogs barked at the alley entrance, and smoke rose from the chimneys of each household.

"This time it looks real," Lynn said.

He took Lin Chen's soul and gently placed it into the warming chamber.

The child was just a newborn baby, his soul so pure it was almost transparent.

Lynn did not create memories for Lin Chen; a newborn baby does not need memories.

He just needs to grow up slowly.

"We'll have to wait a while longer for Lin Yao," Lin En thought.

According to the simulation settings, Lin Yao is one year younger than Lin Chen. The simulation has only just begun, so Lin Chen needs to grow up first.

Lin En handed Lin Yao and some other souls over to Wan Xiang, instructing him to gradually release these "newborns" according to the evolution of the small world.

Lynn stood outside the courtyard, looking at her family members who were already in their places, and let out a long sigh.

The steward, Old Gray, was sweeping the yard; the head guard, Iron Teeth, was wiping his knife; Little Lotus and Little He were chattering in the kitchen; and members of the collateral branches of the clan were talking in the main room.

All of this was finally not just an empty stage he had built by himself.

Lynn touched the fragment of star trail inside his clothes; it was still lying there quietly, without any movement.

But Lynn wasn't in a hurry.

He wanted to move in first and live with these people.

He'll wait until Lin Chen can call him "Dad," pounce on him, act spoiled, and cry before he checks whether that thread still exists.

"This should make me look more like a human being." Lynn settled the last soul in its place.

After preparing, he sat back in the center of the laboratory and activated the memory seal.

This step is necessary; otherwise, with Lin En's current firm mindset, she would never be able to develop familial feelings for Lin Chen.

A flood of memories receded from the surface of his soul like a receding tide.

The Bone Spire, the Lord of All Things, the Enlightenment of Rules, the Holy Mark, and the Plane Wars all vanished into the depths of consciousness.

He left behind very little.

An ordinary first-ring wizard in the wizarding world, a family patriarch, a husband, and a father.

The simulated world has restarted.

Lynn became the patriarch of the Greyfeather Clan once again.

Life starts from scratch, a fresh start.

The Gray Feather Clan wasn't large; it was located on the east side of the small town, with gray walls and several old trees that mostly covered the roof.

When Lynn opened her eyes, she was standing outside a bedroom door.

Before he could fully sort out the remaining memories in his mind after they were sealed away, he heard Arya's cry of pain coming from inside the house.

Lynn's expression tightened, revealing a look of worry.

"Clan leader, don't worry, this is the lady's first pregnancy, it will take a long time," the steward, Old Gray, advised from the side, bending over.

Lynn wouldn't listen to a word.

He paced back and forth at the door, his steps quick and disordered, his hands sometimes behind his back and sometimes tangled together.

"Why hasn't she given birth yet?" Lynn asked.

"Almost there, almost there," Old Gray said, his forehead covered in sweat.

This is the eldest son of the family and the future young patriarch, which is of great significance to the entire family.

Lynn stared at the door, his ears filled with Arya's intermittent moans.

He was a formal wizard, wielding various magical arts, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

Not long after, a loud baby cry suddenly came from inside the house.

Lynn was overjoyed; it was finally over.

But then, a terrified scream came from inside the room. It was the maid screaming, and the sound of a stool being overturned.

Lynn's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he pushed open the door and rushed inside.

The room was in complete chaos.

The two midwives, one huddled in a corner and the other slumped on the ground, were both deathly pale.

The two maids clung to each other, trembling all over.

"Monster! Monster!" The midwife, who was slumped on the ground, pointed at the bed and her voice was shrill and piercing.

As soon as Lynn entered the room, the midwife looked up and saw him, her face turning even paler, as if she had just realized what she had just shouted.

She hurriedly changed her tune, her voice trembling violently: "Sir, mother and child are safe, it's a boy!"

Lynn's heart sank.

He heard it clearly outside the door; he didn't mishear the word "monster."

He walked a few steps to the bedside and looked down.

A baby boy is lying on the bed crying loudly.

The child was very small, his fists were clenched tightly, and a small, delicate horn grew in the center of his forehead.

What's most eye-catching is those eyes.

The baby's eyes were large, dark blue, and looked like they were covered with scattered stars, resembling stars themselves.

Lynn was startled.

If I hadn't been able to sense the child's bloodline connection to me, I would have almost thought I'd been cheated on.

However, this unusual phenomenon clearly indicates some kind of special talent.

"Arn... the baby..." Aria's weak voice came from beside the pillow, full of worry.

She had just heard the midwife's cries, and although she really wanted to go and take a look, the recent childbirth had exhausted all her strength.

She was afraid she had really given birth to a monster.

Lynn turned her gaze away from the child, walked to the bedside, and took Arya's hand.

"It's alright." He said calmly, gently comforting her, "He's fine, he just looks slightly different from ordinary people."

After hearing this, Aria's tense body slowly relaxed.

She turned her head and finally looked at the child.

The baby boy was still crying, his voice extremely loud, his limbs kicking wildly, and he looked very strong.

Lynn reached out and gently touched the baby's face. The baby boy seemed to sense something, and his crying suddenly subsided.

He opened his eyes, which were as bright as the starry sea, and looked in Lynn's direction.

A small, incredibly soft hand emerged from the swaddling clothes and grasped Lynn's index finger.

It was gripped very tightly.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

He felt those little fingers pressing against his knuckles like branding irons, burning his heart with a tingling sensation.

A strange feeling of being connected by blood came over me.

"Is this what family is?" Lynn wondered.

This feeling... is not bad.

He dared not exert force, nor dared he pull his hand away, and simply let the child hold on.

The baby boy gradually stopped crying and made two soft "ee-yah-yah" sounds, as if he were talking to someone.

Lynn looked at that wrinkled little face and suddenly smiled.

"He's got a pretty strong grip," he said in a low voice.

Arya smiled softly beside her pillow, and as she smiled, a tear slid down her cheek.

She was exhausted, but seeing her husband and son like this, she felt that the excruciating pain she had just endured was all worth it.

"Clean the young master up," Lynn said to the two maids as he turned around.

The two maids, still huddled in the corner, only responded tremblingly with a "Yes" when they heard the clan leader's tone was not harsh.

The midwife recovered and quickly got up from the ground to help again.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at the horn on the child's forehead any longer.

"Let's keep what happened today to ourselves." Lynn stood up and glanced at the group.

"Anyone who dares to spread this should think twice."

The midwife and maids nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter a sound.

The butler, Old Gray, stood at the door, glanced at the child, then at Lynn, and finally asked nothing, simply closing the door gently.

With such an appearance, the young clan leader must be extraordinary.

It's just unknown whether it will bring glory to the Gray Feather Clan or...

Lynn sat back down on the edge of the bed, letting Lin Chen hold his fingers tightly.

The stench of blood hadn't dissipated from the room, but a faint warmth emanated from the child, slowly silencing everything else.