Full-Time Magister: Summoning Agumon at the Start

"To give everyone hope? That doesn't sound easy!" A voice came from behind Lin Chen. Lin Chen turned around and saw an old man in a white robe speaking.

"This is...?" Lin Chen paused for a moment, then guessed, "President Han Ji?"

"That's right, this is President Han Ji. You said you trusted him, so when you wanted to see me, I called him over as well," Zhu Meng explained.

Han Ji nodded and continued, "With the alert level rising to purple, unless there's absolute power to overwhelm the undead's offensive, it won't be easy to give the residents of the ancient capital any hope!"

"I know it's difficult to give everyone hope, at least don't let everyone be filled with despair. If you spread the word that you have a way to eliminate the undead, it should give them hope. As long as there is hope, I have a certain chance of success." Lin Chen didn't rule out anything. Using the hope in other people's hearts to make Angemon evolve was just a guess of Lin Chen's. Whether it could be achieved was still an unknown question.

"We will notify the Guardian Mages, Military Mages, the Inquisition, the Hunter's Alliance, the Magic Association, and many other forces to announce this news to the people of the ancient capital. We hope you can truly bring us hope," Councilor Zhu Meng said.

"In that case, I'll take my leave." Lin Chen said, then turned and left.

"Where are you going?!" Zhu Meng pressed.

"The dead have appeared in the world, and the angels' light should also shine upon the earth. Otherwise, how can people truly believe that hope exists?" Lin Chen did not stop and continued walking downstairs.

"This kid, so young, and already trying to speak in riddles." Zhu Meng shook his head, then sighed, "Angels are things of the Holy City. If they really appeared here, this undead crisis could actually be resolved."

After descending from the clock tower, Lin Chen found a secluded corner and summoned Angemon and Garurumon respectively.

"Angemon, it's your turn to act! Use your power to fill everyone's hearts with hope!"

"Clans, tribes, kingdoms—the Undead Empire!" Han Ji murmured with a sigh, gazing at the endless undead below. "Has the emperor of this kingdom, capable of commanding so many undead, awakened?"

"President, what you're saying is—" Military Commander Lu Xu said, his face pale.

"I hope it's not him." Han Ji shook his head, not revealing the name, because he didn't want it to be this emperor who woke up this time, otherwise there would really be no hope.

"The distress message from the ancient capital has been sent out, but things happened too suddenly, and it will be difficult for reinforcements to arrive in time," Chief Instructor Feijiao sighed.

"Councilor Zhu Meng, your previous deduction was correct; there is indeed a problem with the rainwater. Our pharmacists detected something in the rainwater that can be called the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds, which can provide the vitality needed for the dead to appear during the day—" A pharmacist in a white coat hurriedly walked up to the watchtower and said.

"Just as Lin Chen and Mo Fan guessed, it really is because of the rain that the spirits were able to appear during the day." Zhu Meng's face showed a look of horror.

"Is it caused by the rain?" President Han Ji stared blankly at the continuous rain.

"Just as expected, it's exactly the same disaster as in Bo City. It's the Black Vatican pulling the strings behind the scenes!" Councilor Zhu Meng's voice turned somber.

"It is indeed the Black Vatican that is behind this, but it is not exactly the same."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice broke into the conversation of the high-ranking officials.

Everyone turned around and saw a man who was wrapped up tightly like a mummy slowly walking up.

"Who are you?" President Han Ji glanced at the man and said indifferently.

The mysterious grey-haired man clearly wouldn't reveal his identity. He didn't answer Han Ji's question, but instead glanced at everyone present and continued, "Bo City is merely one of Salang's testing grounds."

This was a rehearsal; her true purpose was to bring disaster to the ancient capital.

"A rehearsal??!!"

The mysterious gray-white man's words shocked and stunned everyone present.

That was a bloodbath, with hundreds of thousands of lives lost. And yet, this horrific tragedy turned out to be just a prelude to an even greater catastrophe. No one with a conscience could accept that.

"Since you know this is a conspiracy by the Black Vatican, do you have any way to resolve this disaster in the ancient capital?" Han Ji asked hurriedly. The Black Vatican could be investigated after the disaster was over; the most urgent task was to get through this disaster.

"What is about to awaken this time is the Ancient King, a supreme emperor of all ages. The eight demigods plan to take advantage of the torrential rain to invade the ancient capital, presenting it as their first great gift to the Ancient King, turning it into an even larger realm of the dead. To resolve this calamity befalling the ancient capital, the first step is to stop the rain, and the second step is to find the Ancient King's tomb."

"Find a way to keep the ancient king in a deep sleep," the grey-haired man said.

"We don't even know where the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds comes from, so how can we stop it? Let alone how can we stop the rain!" said Li Yujian, the head of the Da Li family.

"As you should know, there are some villages outside the ancient capital that are not attacked by the undead and can live safely outside the city. The reason they are protected from the undead is because their villages have this Kunbing Spring. This spring water can dissolve the death aura of the undead and keep them away," the gray-haired man said.

"Kunjing spring water can dispel the dew of the Nine Netherworlds!" Councilor Zhu Meng's eyes widened, and his face even turned a little red.

"That's right! The water from Kun Well can neutralize the rage and resentment of the Nine Netherworld Dew, just like one is acidic and the other is alkaline," the gray-haired man continued.

"But most of the villagers in Weiju Village are dead, and those who migrated to the ancient capital didn't bring the spring water with them!" Chief Instructor Feijiao's eyes were somewhat vacant.

"No, there's another copy. Because of the lack of information, it didn't reach the Black Vatican. Instead, it's with a necromancer named Fang Gu," the gray-haired man said.

"Then what are we waiting for! I'll send men to find them right away!" Military Commander Lu Xu hurriedly shouted.

"It seems my men have found him." At this moment, the gray-haired man covered his ear with his right hand, as if he were talking to someone.

"Well, let's get the Kun Well water first." Zhu Meng nodded, as there was no better method for the time being.

"I'm meeting my people now, please wait a moment," the mysterious gray-haired man said before leaving.

A few moments later, just as the high-ranking officials were waiting for the ashen-faced man to return, a guard mage descended from above, his face grim, and said, "A corpse has been found in the alley south of the clock tower; it appears to be the mysterious man from earlier!"