Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 136 How can you just not use something at the demigod level?

Ronan looked at the skull that had appeared out of nowhere, broken in two, and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

The skeleton fell to the ground and scattered into a pile of irregular bone fragments.

He held his breath and focused until he saw the shattered bones slowly tremble and gradually reform under an invisible force, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, rebirth isn't limited to the realm of the dead; it can also be achieved in reality.

Before long, the skeleton on the ground had been reassembled, and the soul fire in its eye sockets lit up.

He suddenly stood up from the ground.

It turned its head and found that the surrounding environment had changed drastically; it was no longer on the battlefield of the undead kingdom.

"Did you sense something important in the treasure chest?" Ronan asked.

He nodded repeatedly.

"Sigh—" Ronan sighed helplessly, then said, "Didn't you see the middle area is all empty? It's not that easy to get close there!"

However, given my intelligence, I doubt I would have considered this aspect.

"Be more cautious from now on. Do you know what it means to be 'safe'? Don't just go for anything that looks good, understand?"

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Ronan patiently explained.

I don't know if he understood what I was saying, but he kept nodding.

"Necromantic Exile" has entered cooldown again, and it will be impossible to exile me to the Necromantic Realm for a short period of time.

Even if they are exiled again, they may not be able to return to the previous battlefield.

It seems that my journey to becoming the Skeleton Emperor is still long and arduous.

He moved closer to the ghoul skeleton, carefully observing the changes brought about by the increase in my strength.

Those who have reached captain-level strength, go! Not only do they gain the ability to revive, but their physical attributes in all four dimensions are also improved.

Originally just a fast-moving ghoul skeleton, it is now comparable to a seasoned warrior, not to mention it has an enhanced bone blade.

If we're talking about strength, I'd say he's even comparable to a Demon Axe without his berserk mode activated.

However, as an undead creature, I have one advantage: I have no stamina limit.

The Soul Core consumes very little and can sustain undead creatures for an extended period of time; it can also be replenished from Ronan when necessary.

Therefore, in terms of combat, giving me this is equivalent to having near-infinite stamina.

Now that my strength has increased and I have almost unlimited physical energy, it would be a real shame not to do something with it.

After much deliberation, Ronan began to form a vague plan in his mind.

Since the courses have been postponed recently and there's no need to participate in experiments for a while, why not take on a small task? After all, besides earning money, tasks can also provide extremely important willpower.

If one further enhances their soul, their mental strength will undergo a qualitative change.

Ronan had a vague feeling that once he broke through 100 in mental strength, he would be close to the professional level.

He took the Mask of Truth out of his baggage.

When not incarnating as someone else, Mask of Truth usually exists as an ordinary mask.

Ronan had previously thought he was going to school, not to go on adventures. Because he was worried that wearing a mask would cause trouble, he always chose to show his true face.

Now that I've arrived at the Valley of the Dead, I realize I've been overthinking things.

There are all sorts of bizarre costumes here, like the fake eye of the Cursed Eye Mentor, which is relatively subtle and low-key.

Some powerful apprentices and mentors often modify themselves, or suffer irreversible damage from using extreme magic—Ronan once saw an apprentice on the road whose skin was a burnt blue, supposedly a consequence of using some kind of flame from the undead realm without authorization.

Few here can resist the temptation of a sudden surge in power and give up their immense strength in order to maintain their human form.

Of course, people like Leat, Glick, and Miss Margaret, at least on the surface, all appear to be human.

In truth, the purest human in the Valley of the Dead is undoubtedly Xin Sheng.

However, this is not something to be proud of in the Valley of the Dead. Being a pure human actually means that you are a weakling who knows nothing.

Strangely enough, Ronan had noticed before that almost all the apprentices in the academy were human, and there were hardly any other intelligent beings.

Previously, when he was in the Adventurers' Guild, adventurers of other races were extremely common: dwarves, halflings, grey elves, orcs—he had even seen elves, who were extremely rare.

Later, after joining the Mystic Arts Society, although there were members of other races, humans were the majority, especially the staff, who were all human.

It seems that all the new students admitted to the magic academy are human; I have never seen any apprentices of other races.

Ronan speculated that this might be related to the ruling class of this world. Organizations like the Adventurers' Guild and the Arcane Guild are lower-level institutions, while their superiors are magic academies of different disciplines. Above the magic academies, there should be national-level institutions.

This country should be a principality, with the parliament as the highest authority—and the majority of the parliament's top officials should be human.

Composing himself, Ronan decided it was best to put on the Mask of Truth; after all, a demigod-level item couldn't be simply discarded.

Since everyone's acting like they're not human anymore, what's wrong with me wearing a mask?

Wearing the mask again after so long, Ronan felt a familiar sense of security.

【The Mask of Truth】

[Attribute: Demigod-level Boundary Key]

[Sealed Status: Partially Unsealed]

[Soul Devourer: 2]

[Functions: Soul Devouring, Stealth, Illusion, Soul Spells]

Looking at the information about the Mask of Truth, he suddenly remembered that his Cursed Eye mentor had mentioned another semi-divine artifact, the "Elemental Aggregator," in class. That should be something on the same level as the Mask of Truth, right?

At this moment, there are still two souls within the Mask of Truth: Blood Lord and the Guild Master.

After pondering for a moment, Ronan looked at the president's soul—

One day later, in the mission lobby.

Ronan stood in a secluded corner, with two figures slightly shorter than him standing behind him.

Beneath the heavy hoods of both figures, a bone mask was concealed, and thick black robes obscured their physical forms.

They stood behind Ronan, silent and motionless.

A powerful fighter walking towards them from a distance was stunned by the sight.

"white night?"

Ba Quan spoke with some uncertainty.

"It's me," Bai Ye nodded.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Ba Quan looked at the two people behind him and asked suspiciously, "Who are these two?"

"My friends, ignore them," Ronan replied simply.

"Hello, just call me Baquan. It's a pleasure doing business with you."

Ba Quan stepped forward and extended his hand, but after waiting for a long time without the other party shaking his hand, he felt a little awkward.

One of the figures turned to look at Ronan, then returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Ba Quan leaned closer to Ronan and asked in a low voice, "Something seems off about these two."

"Also, have you joined some organization? Why are the three of you dressed so similarly? It looks like you're wearing matching uniforms."

"Don't worry about the details, go and accept the mission first."

"Okay then————"

Ba Quan hesitated and turned around, looking at the three figures dressed almost identically, feeling that something was wrong.