Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

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"Damn, these are all top-quality items that I painstakingly selected. They would cost at least this much at 'Nightingale Pavilion'!"

"Hmm...that's the price!"

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Lynn was awakened by a commotion. He forced his eyes open despite his headache and saw cold iron bars and several ragged "beggars".

"I...am I in a hospital ward? Where am I?"

His eyes scanned his surroundings, trying to figure out the current situation.

The iron fence in front of you is not a guardrail, but a cold iron cage that is completely surrounded by a 360° enclosure.

Inside the iron cage were several young boys and girls huddled together. Their faces were sallow and thin, and their clothes were tattered, making them no different from beggars.

Outside the iron cage, a lively scene unfolded.

In the noisy courtyard, several burly men with bare chests were drinking and boasting, their foul language filling the air.

His bare upper body was tattooed with a bloody ghost hand, exuding a fierce and malevolent aura.

More importantly... this group of people actually had Western faces!

They spoke a foreign language, but Lynn could clearly understand its meaning, as if it were an instinct ingrained in his bones.

No... I didn't even go abroad myself, so how did I end up in the hands of those foreign human traffickers?

As his confused mind gradually cleared, Lynn realized that something was wrong.

My body...has recovered?

If you knew you had a terminal illness, you would have been bedridden for seven or eight years, and your bodily functions would have long since deteriorated.

Although he felt somewhat weak all over, it did not affect his function at all, and Lynn felt a long-lost sense of "freedom".

Looking down at his hands, though they were thin and bony, they didn't look like he was terminally ill at all.

But this... is clearly not my own hand!

Those hands had been with him for over twenty years, through countless days and nights, relieving much of his loneliness.

Although she had no use for her skills in her final years, she wouldn't be so thin and frail.

Did I travel through time? Or did I possess someone else's body?

Having no clue what to do for the time being, Lynn decided to put aside the mystery of her origins and get through the current difficulties first.

No... Mother Earth just abandoned herself here like that?

What about the perks for time travelers?

What about Goldfinger?

What about cheats/hacks?

"Brother Tongzi?"

"Dark Blue, add some points!"

"Open the newbie gift pack!"

"Open the gene lock!!!"

While observing the surrounding movements, Lynn muttered something under his breath, trying to summon something.

No matter how he tried, the expected cheat code never came.

No... there's no cheat system?

Then why are you throwing this thing at me?!

Do you expect me to become the number one gigolo in this other world by relying on my good looks?

The others in the cage looked at Lynn, who was rambling on and on, with expressions of utter disbelief.

Well... another one has gone mad.

"Hey, that kid's finally awake. He's the greenest one in this batch."

A man with yellow teeth pointed at Lynn and laughed at his companion.

"Look at this delicate skin, once it's cleaned up, it'll definitely fetch a good price. The matrons at 'Nightingale Pavilion' love this kind of stuff the most."

"It's a pity the boss is keeping a close eye on things, otherwise we could have had some fun tonight."

Yellow Teeth shook his head with regret, then reached into his crotch and dug around a few times before pulling out his hand, grabbing a piece of roasted rabbit meat from the table, and putting it in his mouth.

Rabbit meat has a slightly gamey smell, which gives it a unique flavor.

Lynn felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Yellow Teeth staring at him greedily.

If it really falls into his hands, then we might as well just give up.

Now I've become someone else's "goods," with absolutely no freedom.

If we don't think of a way soon, I might really be sold to that so-called "Nightingale Pavilion" to enjoy a life of luxury.

Lynn first moved to the side of several boys and girls who shared the same fate, and asked in a low voice:

"Gentlemen, where are we? Why are we here?"

The trembling group glanced at him but did not reply.

Now that they are in dire straits, they have no time to offer advice or solutions.

Only a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old stared at Lynn's delicate face and couldn't help but feel pity.

If that innocent face were to fall into the "Nightingale Pavilion," it would be in for a lot of trouble!

"This is the headquarters of the 'Bloody Hand Gang.' I heard they often kidnap lone women and children. We were kidnapped by them, and judging from their words, they probably intend to sell us to the Nightingale Pavilion."

As she said this, the girl's face turned pale, her head lowered, and tears dripped down her cheeks.

Lynn had no time to comfort the little girl. She lowered her head and pretended not to notice, thinking about how to escape.

Human trafficking gangs? Begging for mercy probably won't do much good; if they were truly soft-hearted, they wouldn't be able to do such a business.

A direct confrontation? Forget it, this malnourished body can't even shake the cage.

Redeeming himself? He was penniless and didn't know anyone in this strange world. How could he redeem himself?

Or... should we just join them?

Would they accept me with my skinny arms and legs?

Lynn's brows furrowed even deeper. Since his physical abilities were lacking, he had to prove his worth in other areas.

Lynn's gaze swept across the courtyard again, noticing a thin man in the corner who was in charge of keeping accounts, looking worried as he fiddled with a simple abacus made of black iron and animal bones.

The sounds of drinking and farting in the courtyard disturbed his thoughts and made him particularly irritable.

It's obvious that there aren't any high-achieving students in this gang; this person must be the only "intellectual" that the gang can boast about.

Judging from his bitter and resentful expression, this ledger is probably a big problem for him.

This is an opportunity!

Lynn took a deep breath, mustered all his strength to climb to the edge of the cage, grabbed the cold iron bars with both hands, and shouted outside:

"Guards! I demand to see your leader! I can help him earn ten times more money than he made selling me!"

His voice was hoarse from thirst, and he sounded somewhat hysterical when he shouted at full speed.

The others in the cage were startled by Lynn's shouts and quickly moved to another corner to "isolate" Lynn and prevent him from being caught in the crossfire.

The noise in the courtyard stopped abruptly. All the thugs stared at them as if they were fools.

The shrew with yellow teeth paused for a moment, then sneered, "Little brat, are you scared out of your wits? You think you can make money?"

"I'm not crazy." Lynn stared intently at him.

"I can do the math, I can sort out all your messy accounts! I can even teach you how to make money work for you!"

"Money makes money? Kid, you're not kidding, are you? Or are you some kind of hidden wizard?"

Yellow Teeth's words caused everyone to burst into laughter, and even the "bookkeeper," who was attracted by Lynn's words, couldn't help but smile.

Lynn astutely grasped the key word—wizard!

Could it be that there really are wizards in this world?

I don't know if he's a wizard from a primeval forest, covered in feathers and paint, making all sorts of noises, or a wizard who truly possesses extraordinary powers.

It seems this world is more mysterious than I imagined.