Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 133 Return to the Netherworld

Regardless of whether it was a forced sale or not, Ronan could only nod in agreement: "Yes, mentor."

The reason he was so decisive was not only because he couldn't take the crystal with him, but also because he was thinking of carrying out the "Necromantic Exile" again.

If all else fails, we can just pick up another piece. Anyway, that place is a bit dangerous, but there are similar fragments, which are crystals, everywhere.

The only downside is that "Necromantic Exile" has a cooldown period.

After the first exile, there would be a period of time before the second exile could take place, which would be about three days.

Ronan wondered if he could find a way to enhance the skeleton's strength on the magic network.

During this time, teams of school staff members had already entered the Minggu Lecture Hall.

Their clothing was uniform, but the colors and styles differed slightly.

The staff in black uniforms were probably medical personnel; as soon as they came in, they laid the unconscious apprentices flat on the ground.

Then, using the "levitation technique," they were slowly drawn out of the Bone Hall.

The other staff member wearing a white uniform is likely related to the sealing matter.

As soon as they entered, they took their places and began to set up a magical barrier centered on the blood-red crystal on the ground.

Before long, everyone pressed their seals to the ground, connecting with each other to form a larger magical seal.

Ronan discovered that the last trace of mental pressure left by the crimson crystal had dissipated. Now, even an ordinary person could stand here unharmed.

The two groups had a clear division of labor, and there was no communication between them throughout the process, which was full of professionalism and rigor.

Ronan wondered how the Cursed Eye Mentor had contacted them, perhaps through the magic network.

"Alright, Ronan. Thank you for your cooperation. You can go back now."

Ronan nodded and turned to leave.

After dismissing Ronan, the Cursed Eye Master stared intently at the crimson crystal, and finally couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth from turning upwards.

Ronan walked back, pondering the enhancement plan he had given me.

Although my intelligence is constantly growing, my physical body is just an ordinary ghoul skeleton. Apart from being fast and having basic physical attacks, it doesn't have any outstanding features.

He was thinking about whether to equip it with a suitable weapon or something.

As Ronan approached the entrance to his residence, he suddenly heard a murmur of conversation coming from the roadside.

"Have you heard? Something big happened at the Bone Hall today."

"What's wrong? Isn't that where freshmen take free courses?"

"It seems someone brought back something extraordinary from the realm of the dead."

"Is it a freshman? Who's so lucky?"

Ronan was secretly alarmed. It hadn't been long since the incident, yet someone already knew the general details.

The speed at which news travels in this Valley of the Dead is just too fast!

Ronan shook his head and pushed open the villa's door.

He glanced at the neighboring villa and realized he hadn't seen Miss Margaret for a while.

She's most likely preparing for her own experiments; I've heard her mention before that she'll need to make time for them later.

Upon returning to my residence, I logged onto the magic network.

Ronan then realized why the news had spread so quickly.

It turns out that there was a notice about new students pinned to the top of the forum:

Effective immediately, the Minggu Lecture Hall is under lockdown. All free courses will be postponed. Specific dates and locations will be announced later.

This is hardly good news for the latest batch of students. After all, they have to take exams regularly, and the postponement of free courses could affect their grades.

Of course, Ronan can't worry about that now.

He is busy searching through various forums and knowledge communities for solutions that can improve my skills.

He learned that many undead creatures, especially skeletal creatures centered around a soul core, could enhance themselves in two ways if they wanted to grow stronger:

First, it strengthens one's own bones.

The simplest way is to continuously replace the weaker bones with more suitable and stronger ones.

Secondly, it directly enhances one's own soul core.

As long as the soul core is strengthened, the body's bones will also change and become stronger.

At the same time, skeletons can choose their growth path during their growth process, such as strength type, speed type, defense type, and some skeletons with magic aptitude may even grow into magic type.

This all happens in the later stages of a skeleton's growth.

Given my current situation, it's about the most basic increase in attributes like strength, speed, and constitution.

However, Ronan believes that in close combat, weapons are also a major factor affecting combat effectiveness.

Therefore, he spent time searching for an extremely sturdy and durable dagger.

Ronan waved to the man who was making tea in the kitchen, and the little skeleton came running over happily.

"Here, take this." Ronan handed it the dagger. "Use this as your weapon when you go to the Netherworld."

He tilted his head upon hearing this, then pulled a sharpened bone fragment of the same size from his ribs.

It gripped a dagger in one hand and a bone fragment in the other, then suddenly slashed at each other with both hands.

The dagger was cut in half, while the bone fragments remained intact.

Seeing this, Ronan abandoned his idea of ​​continuing to look for weapons for it.

There's nothing I can do. He can't afford the overpowered weapons, and the weapons he can afford aren't overpowered at all; they're not even as good as the bone fragments I've used on myself.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the cooldown of Necromancer's Banishment was over.

Ronan and I were ready with one man and one skeleton, and they nodded to each other.

"The Necromancer's Exile."

The spell was successful; the figure above me gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

Ronan then switched to my perspective.

At this moment, it has been banished to the realm of the dead.

This time, however, it did not appear in the original location.

Gray debris still floated in the sky, but the two towering figures battling in the heavens were no longer there.

The surrounding environment remained noisy, with the sounds of metal clashing against metal echoing through the air, clearly indicating that it was a battlefield.

Just as he turned around, a giant axe spun past.

At the same time, a slightly larger skeleton, struck in the chest by a giant axe, fell at its feet.

Instead of running away, he crouched down and approached the skeleton that had been killed by the giant axe.

The skeleton's soul was nearly extinguished, and the soul fire in its eyes gradually dissipated into the air, turning into specks of sparks until it went out.

Just then, something unexpected happened to Ronan.

These scattered soul flames, which were originally about to dissipate, involuntarily drifted towards the direction of me, and then continuously gathered upwards, merging into the soul flames in its eyes.

For an instant.

Ronan discovered that the soul core he had given me had suddenly increased in strength.

At the same time, its bone strength, movement speed, strength, reaction level, and a series of other attributes were rapidly enhanced.