Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The structure of the Bone Spire is not made of bricks and stones, but is made of countless huge, twisted, and different kinds of biological skeletons stacked, fused and pieced together!

The ribs of dragons formed archways, the skulls of abyssal monsters adorned the tower, and countless human and beast bones filled the gaps.

The tower is wrapped in thick, jet-black chains that seem to be formed from souls.

Hanging from the chains are countless ghostly figures of souls still wailing silently, forming the eternal, chilling background noise that lingers around the tower.

The spire pierced the dark purple sky, its top disappearing into the churning, blood-red clouds, where enormous, bat-like winged creatures could be vaguely seen flitting about.

Centered around the spire, various bizarre and strange buildings are scattered around it.

A house woven from living vines.

A wall of flesh and blood, constantly writhing, its surface bearing the marks of suffering.

And there were also captive farms shrouded in a pale green mist, from which came bursts of howling.

The dock itself is a huge, floating skull on the black Dead Sea, with two huge green soul flames burning in its eye sockets, guiding ships to dock.

"This is... the Spire of Bones?!"

Lynn muttered to himself.

The people here are really bizarre. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to live in normal buildings? Why do they have to make them so gloomy and terrifying?

How is this any different from the legendary hell?

However, these buildings... seem to be alive?

No... it should be called a necromancer creation.

Whether it's a tower of withered bones, a house draped in vines, or a wall of flesh and blood.

All buildings in your field of vision are considered undead creatures!

They continuously absorb negative energy, strengthening themselves while exhaling a pure and intense aura of death.

Lynn could sense the endless negative energy particles and the aura of death in the world.

The magical power within one's own spiritual core became exceptionally active in this dense necromantic environment.

The omnipresent whispers of death and souls in the air resonated subtly with the "Soul Whisper Meditation Method" he practiced.

With each breath, every cell in my body seemed to be groaning with pleasure.

Great place!

But the other apprentices around him didn't think so.

Whether nobles or commoners, everyone turned pale at this moment, speechless with shock at the hellish scene, and their bodies were also showing some negative effects from the erosion of negative energy.

Even the usually composed Prince Alphonse clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with extreme seriousness.

Alphonse is also a top genius among this group of students, possessing a high-level death affinity talent and a medium-level shadow affinity talent.

However, his death affinity was not innate, but rather awakened after he was persecuted in court intrigues and fell into a near-death state.

His initial mental strength was only 7 points, but after awakening in a "half-death" state, it broke through to 15 points!

He became a top genius with high-level death affinity, medium-level shadow affinity, and 15 points of mental strength!

After his awakening, Alphonse was discovered by the wizards of the Bone Spire, who then "invited" him to join the academy.

Alphonse had never practiced meditation, but he had undergone knightly training, and he still felt uncomfortable in this environment.

Apart from Lynn, who had advanced to become a first-class wizard apprentice, the others were all ordinary people who could not survive for long in this environment!

The concentration of negative energy here is more than ten times that of the outside world. Living things exposed to this environment for a long time will be like being soaked in strong acid.

Just by staying here and breathing the air, they can feel the burning and corrosive sensation from the inside out, causing them unbearable pain.

Some pampered young girls were horrified to find gray-black spots on their skin and their hair gradually falling out.

"No! I don't want to stay here! I want to go back!"

A young girl who looked like a porcelain doll could no longer bear to see her snow-white skin gradually dry out, crack, and develop lividity like a dead person.

She collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, and refused to move an inch.

Why did I come to this godforsaken place when I could be a shining "pearl" in the kingdom?

Wizards and supernatural powers are all irrelevant now.

If I don't leave... I'll die!

The grey-robed wizard Maurice glanced at her indifferently, muttering some incantation.

The girl, as if she had lost her soul, had empty, lifeless eyes and followed the group like a walking corpse.

Immediately afterwards, Morris's insect-like compound eyes swept over the group of distraught apprentices, and his hoarse, dry voice broke the deathly silence:

"Welcome to... the real world. Newbies, don't be afraid, your 'new life' will be wonderful."

"Get off the ship with me now!"

The "Bone of the Underworld" finally came to a stop.

The grey-robed wizard Maurice was the first to disembark, his left leg, made of tentacles, leaving a slippery mark on the skull dock.

He turned, his compound eyes sweeping over the group of pale-faced, unsteady new apprentices, and gave a hoarse command:

"Keep up and don't fall behind. This place is full of undead creatures and bizarre creations. If you get lost, you'll be responsible for the consequences."

The apprentices fell silent, following closely behind Maurice as they stepped onto the soil of this legendary land.

If that ground, composed of compacted bone meal and solidified dark red material, can be called soil.

Lynn suppressed the discomfort on a spiritual level, tried to adjust his breathing, and practiced the "Soul Whisper Meditation Technique" to transform this omnipresent sense of oppression into a subtle tempering of his magical power.

He could feel that his mental core was actually more active in this environment.

The procession moved forward in silence, passing through a narrow passage made of living vines, and past a high wall of flesh and blood that constantly displayed painful faces and emitted low groans.

The roars of unknown creatures echoed from the distant, pale green mist, causing a growing unease among the apprentices.

Is this where I'll be living from now on?

That's really scary.

Finally, they were led to the bottom of the Bone Spire, to an incredibly magnificent hall supported by countless giant ribs—the Hall of Bones.

They will choose their mentors here, or... be selected like goods.

Some formal wizards, exuding various eerie auras, scrutinized the newcomer as if he were a piece of merchandise.

Lynn felt a tightness in his chest as he looked into their eyes, which were sometimes greedy, sometimes kind, and sometimes indifferent.

This... it feels like we've walked into the lion's den.

If you choose the wrong mentor... wouldn't you be like a lamb entering a tiger's den?!

No, we can't make a blind choice!

After leading Lynn and the others to the designated area, Morris prepared to leave.

"Professor Morris, please wait!"

Lynn immediately stepped forward and lowered his voice, "I have a question for you."

Morris stopped and turned his compound eyes to him: "Speak."

"Regarding the selection of a supervisor... I am ignorant and would like to ask for your guidance."

Lynn was extremely respectful.

On the ship, Morris did, after all, sell himself "The Whispering of the Soul Meditation Method" at a very low price, which showed enough goodwill.

Investing in oneself like this, one wouldn't want to "die young," right?