Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

Haha!

I finally got it!

Lynch was overjoyed.

He immediately looked around the wand in his hand with great interest.

The dark wooden staff has spiral patterns, and a light blue stone the size of a thumb is embedded in the head of the staff. The ice cracks reveal a faint light, and there are subtle flashes of lightning.

It's simple, serene, and slightly tingling when held in the palm of your hand.

It's so much more detailed than in the game!

Lin Qi opened the system panel and checked the detailed attributes through the equipment section.

[Equipment: Wisdom Thunder Wand]

[Level: lv16 (Advanced Apprentice)]

【Spirit: 23.1】

[Skill: Lightning Strike Lv1 (0/100), unleashes lightning to attack enemies within a 70-meter radius. For every 100 enemies eliminated, the number of lightning strikes increases by one, up to a maximum of 7.]

In the world of the dead, most equipment has levels and attributes, and some, like the Thunder Wand, requires skill level upgrades.

However, unlike Diego, its skill level upgrades do not require a lot of experience; instead, they only require killing monsters, with each 100 monsters killed increasing its level by 1.

There are many similar items in the Undead world, and such mechanisms are mostly related to the story setting of the items themselves.

Take the Thunder Wand for example. In its backstory, the alchemist set up seven layers of restrictive runes when forging it. It requires repeated battles to break the seal and charge the runes.

The reason it was 7 is because 7 was the alchemist's lucky number.

Anyway,

Just swipe it.

The world of the dead is essentially a world of endless grinding.

After infusing a wisp of spiritual energy into the Thunder Wand and establishing a spiritual connection with it, Lin Qi casually tossed the wand aside.

The loosened wand immediately floated slowly around him, like a loyal follower.

"Let's go, let's continue exploring!"

Turning his gaze away from the wand, Lynch once again led his skeleton army on their expedition.

At this moment, Lin Qi's overall strength has been significantly improved.

Although the elite skeleton warriors in the front row have all been wiped out, they have been replaced by more powerful dungeon skeletons. These skeletons have taken over the original ecological niche of the elite skeletons and become Lynch's new front row.

Although these things are poorly equipped, their stats are far superior to those of elite skeletons, which is evident in combat.

Not long after he came out, Lin Qi encountered seven or eight dungeon skeletons in the cell next door.

If this number were still the same as the previous elite skeletons, they would probably be overwhelmed in one wave.

But now several dungeon skeletons have formed a row, firmly blocking the way, and are fighting back and forth with the other skeletons, each wielding a sword and blade.

The liches behind them unleashed a barrage of attacks, bombarding the area with fireballs, sending blizzards raging, and lightning flashing.

The improvement in offense is actually greater than the improvement in defense.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Lin Qi only has a Thunder Wand; this thing is at the advanced apprentice level, with a spirit coefficient nearly three times that of a lich!

In the realm of magic, the mental coefficient and the attack coefficient are directly proportional.

In addition, it also has a huge boost in attributes.

The lightning attribute perfectly complements Lynch's Blizzard Lich.

The mutual generation and mutual restraint are two sides of the same coin; elements that restrain each other can also generate each other.

A blizzard swept through, enveloping all the skeletons in ice.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck, and the combined effect of the electrical conductivity causing area damage, along with the deadly reaction between lightning and ice, created an incredibly exhilarating experience!

The dungeon skeletons that previously took at least five or six rounds of fireballs to kill were easily destroyed by the elemental reactions of lightning and ice.

The only slight drawback is that the wand is a piece of equipment, and each time a spell is cast, it requires Lynch's mental energy to activate it. With his pitiful 2.3 mental energy, he can only cast a few spells in total.

Therefore, Lin Qi changed his strategy, pulling a dozen or twenty monsters at once to be uniformly imbued with ice element before releasing lightning.

The most I ever pulled was a whopping 32 dungeon skeletons!

The increased attack power, in turn, greatly reduced the defensive pressure on the front line.

When we first entered, a battle lasted for more than ten minutes, and the front line was almost completely wiped out. Now, a battle ends in two or three minutes, and the front line only suffers casualties after two or three rounds.

If a skeleton servant becomes too badly damaged, Lynch will not hesitate to let it retire honorably and recruit another one on the spot.

Anyway, with the [Resurrection] effect, newly resurrected skeletons can be restored to their initial state, so there's no need to run all the way to the graveyard.

Offense, defense, and endurance!

It has to be said that the Necromancer class is simply too perfect in this environment, almost invincible.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Whoosh!"

"Click-clack—bang-bang!"

Fireballs exploded on the skeleton, and stray sparks flew everywhere as they hit the uneven stone walls.

The wind and snow, carrying ice crystals, swept across the skeleton. As the shattered ice fragments exploded, they also coated the pale, decaying bones with layers of frost.

"Crack!"

With a series of thunderclaps, lightning flashed through the dark corridor, striking the skeleton heavily like divine punishment.

Exuberant red, icy blue, and raging purple.

Three kinds of light flickered alternately within the dungeon, illuminating the original darkness.

The lich is bombing, and the skeletons are fighting.

The magic wand is flying.

The instigator of all this, meanwhile, remained quietly at a distance from the battle, observing the situation ahead while enjoying the thrill of combat.

"Stimulate!"

"That was so exciting!"

Lynch enjoyed it immensely.

......

He fought until late at night, clearing out more than a dozen cells until his mental energy was almost depleted. Only then did Lin Qi find a quiet and safe cell, open a portal, and return to Wallenberg.

Still not satisfied, he was already thinking about what surprises tomorrow's sweeping would bring, even as he walked down the street.

Could we scavenge some rare materials from the materials room? Or maybe search the lab for some magical potions? Or should we just head straight for the boss room?

As Lin Qi walked through the corridor, he was deep in thought when he suddenly noticed a fire still burning in the reception area.

Orange light peeked through the half-open door, casting a warm glow on the dark corridor floor.

He glanced in that direction instinctively and stopped in his tracks.

There was a person sitting on the sofa over there.

It was Margaret.

She curled up in a corner of the sofa and fell asleep leaning against the armrest.

She was still wearing the light-colored long dress she had worn during the day; she hadn't changed into her pajamas or put on a blanket.

Her head was tilted to one side, her cheek pressed against the back of the sofa, and her hair was down, covering half of her face.

One hand hung down by the sofa, while the other was placed in his lap, his fingers slightly curled, as if he were protecting something.

The candles on the coffee table were mostly burned out, the wax condensing into white flowers on the candlesticks, and the flames flickered gently in the breeze.

Why aren't you in your bedroom sleeping in the middle of the night? What are you doing sitting here?

Lynch walked over, bent down beside her, and gently nudged her shoulder. "Margaret. Margaret."

Margaret's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes initially held a dazed look, as if they had just woken up, their pupils unfocused, staring at his face as if trying to recognize him.

His eyes lit up immediately after he recognized Lin Qi.

It was as if someone had added new oil to a lamp that was about to go out, and the flame suddenly burst forth from a tiny point, illuminating the entire lamp.

Her lips curved into a sweet smile, her voice still hoarse from just waking up, yet as clear and crisp as birdsong on the windowsill in the morning.

"Have you finished your cultivation?"

Without waiting for his reply, she raised her right hand, which was in her bosom, and only then did Lin Qi see what she was protecting in her arms.

It was a food box.

"You must be starving," she said, her voice full of concern. "I've prepared dinner for you."