Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

The Land of the Dead, a place of rest.

"Thump—!"

A dull thud echoed across the desolate wasteland.

Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground, like a soulless shell, like a dead corpse.

He lay on his back, limbs outstretched, motionless.

The blood moon hung overhead, its crimson light spilling down onto his pale face. His face was frighteningly white, devoid of any color, as if all the blood had been drained from it.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

There was no wind, no chirping of insects, not even the whispers of the undead creatures in the distance. Only the enormous blood moon hung silently, its eerie red light enveloping the land.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Then--

"ah--!"

A piercing scream suddenly shattered the deathly silence.

That was a young girl's voice.

But the sound was no longer crisp and melodious, no longer delicate and sweet. It was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass, like the wail of a dying man, like a hiss from the depths of hell.

Behind Lin Qi, a blurry figure of a girl was twisting.

She remained in the embracing position, but her body was trembling violently and contorting wildly.

Her outline began to blur and disintegrate, like a painting soaked in water.

"die--"

Her voice was so sharp it pierced the eardrums.

"It's death—"

"It's an absolute world of death—!"

She raised her head, her eye sockets, devoid of pupils and glowing only with a dark red light, staring at the sky. She saw the blood moon, the hazy dome, and the lifeless stars.

Her body began to wither.

Like a plant drained of its moisture, her skin quickly withered, cracked, and peeled away. Her flesh was dissolving, her bones were weathering, and her form was becoming transparent.

"No--!"

She let out one last hysterical scream.

Then--

Disappeared.

It's as if it never existed.

Lynch remained lying down.

Not moving at all.

The blood moon shone silently.

Time seemed to stand still.

I don't know how much time passed.

Lynch's fingers twitched slightly.

The movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. But it was true that his index finger curled slightly, then his middle finger, and then his entire hand.

Slowly clench your fist.

Clench your fist.

"cough--"

A faint cough escaped from his throat.

"Ahem!"

"Cough cough cough—!"

A violent cough suddenly erupted, and Lin Qi abruptly curled up, supporting himself with his hands on the ground as he slowly sat up.

"Whoosh—! Whoosh—!"

He gasped for breath, like a drowning person finally surfacing, greedily swallowing every breath of air.

Sweat poured from his forehead, neck, and back, soaking through his clothes and plate armor. He looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, completely drenched.

His face was frighteningly pale.

A long time passed.

long time.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked around.

A place of rest.

Stone house, field ridge, knight's flower, blood moon, wasteland.

A familiar scene.

A safe scene.

"Should……"

He spoke, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

"Damn it..."

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

"We almost...we almost crashed!"

"fine..."

"Fortunately, the concept of the Will of Death still exists..."

Lynch was very fortunate.

The Will to Die is an important setting in The Necropolis, where no other living being's will is allowed besides the player.

After calming himself down, Lin Qi closed his eyes.

That scene flashed through my mind—

The naked girl stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Those cold hands, that sweet voice, those words, "Stay and be happy with Rose."

There's also that kind of invasion.

That cold, sticky feeling, like something was invading and devouring his consciousness.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"wizard……"

He murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

"This world actually has wizards!"

......

A few days later, Wallenberg, study.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, its orange flames flickering and casting shifting shadows on the tapestry embroidered with griffins on the wall.

Lynch sat behind his desk.

His complexion had improved considerably, no longer as frighteningly pale as it had been a few days ago, but a faint shadow still lingered in his eyes.

Two people were standing in front of the desk.

The old butler, Cliff, wore a faded black robe, his hands clasped in front of him, his head slightly bowed.

His gaze kept sweeping over Lin Qi's face, his cloudy old eyes filled with worry.

He noticed it the day Lin Qi returned: the young master had changed. He spoke less, his eyes were deeper, and occasionally he would stare blankly at something, as if looking at something others couldn't see.

Beside Cliff stood Knight Gale.

The old knight, who was over fifty years old, was not wearing armor today. His back was still ramrod straight, but the expression on his face was completely different from usual.

Gone was that faint sense of detachment, gone was that subtle scrutiny; in its place was a clear sense of awe.

He was actually not very satisfied with Lynch before.

After all, he was only the old baron's second son, not groomed as an heir, and had not even received proper knightly training.

Rumors were already circulating in aristocratic circles that the Valen family was about to decline further.

However, to everyone's surprise, this second son, who was unknown and even ignored by everyone, would perform so amazingly!

Fifty-six Asdokians in total!

He single-handedly, with only a sword, wiped them all out and rescued the kidnapped young lady of the Hollenfield family from the wolf's den!

It's like something out of a bard's story.

Even now, Knight Gael was still reeling from the shock of seeing the corpses scattered all over the mountaintop.

"Your Excellency, Baron."

The knight's voice was deep and hoarse, as if he had considered his words for a long time before speaking.

He lowered his head slightly, clenched his right fist, and pressed it against his left chest—the most formal greeting a knight would give to his lord.

"I failed to arrive at Wallenberg immediately to fight alongside you, my lord, thus disgracing the dignity of a knight. Please punish me!"

Lynch smiled amiably and stood up to help Sir Gael to his feet: "No one can question Sir Gael's character, including yourself."

"I was too rash this time and failed to communicate with you beforehand. There's no need to blame myself."

He grasped Sir Gale's hand tightly and said warmly, "Uncle Gale, the Valen Territory and the Valen family will need our joint efforts to continue maintaining our peace and honor!"

Lin Qi's gaze was as calm as a deep pool of water.

Gail looked up and met his gaze. In those cloudy yet sharp eyes, there was no questioning, no scrutiny, only something that had been brewing for decades—

loyalty.

He took a deep breath: "Everyone outside is saying that our Valen family is finished. In the past, I couldn't refute it and didn't dare to refute it."

"But after today!"

He raised his voice and said, word by word, "If anyone dares to say such a thing again, I'll be the first to twist their head off!"