Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The Egg of Chaos?

Lynn tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

No wonder it's so cheap; it turns out there's a troublesome force eyeing it covetously.

He had heard of the Egg of Chaos.

That group embraced and guided controllable chaos, studied the abyss, and aimed to exploit rather than fight against it.

Moreover, their stance is extremely dangerous, and they may be involved with evil.

The entire wizarding world wanted to wipe them out, but they had no fixed bases and would run away after a fight, making them impossible to catch.

He didn't want to clash with other forces too soon, especially with this kind of madman.

But the price of 500,000 is too tempting, and it would be a pity to give it up.

What if the Chaos Egg doesn't intend to deal with the Origin Realm?

Moreover, even if the Chaos Egg wanted to take over the Origin Realm, it would still need to expend its power.

His power is also considerable, with the Demon Eye, the Nether Wolf, the Myriad Manifestations, and himself.

If the Chaos Egg comes, he might not necessarily lose.

Perhaps we can even become the fishermen when they attack the Origin Realm.

After thinking it over, Lynn made up his mind.

"I want it."

His voice was calm. The deacon glanced at him but did not try to persuade him further.

He took out a contract and placed it on the table.

"My lord, please sign here. After you sign, the title of Lord of the Origin Realm will be yours, but you will need to take actual control yourself."

Lynn picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract.

The deacon took the contract, stamped it with the seal of the War Affairs Office, and handed a copy to Lynn.

"My lord, this is your Realm Lord's certificate. Good luck."

Lynn took the voucher, put it into the ring, and then turned and walked out of the War Affairs Office.

Now that I've gloriously become the Lord of this Realm, it's only natural that I should come and take a look at my world.

...

When the white light from the teleportation array faded, Lynn found himself in a desolate world.

This is the Western Frontier, the border region explored by the Wizarding World; beyond that lies unfamiliar territory.

This place is quite a distance from the "Source Realm" and cannot be reached by teleportation.

There were hardly any people or "vehicles" on the border.

Lynn raised his right hand, and the Demon Eye emerged from the Netherworld.

The geometric structure that was constantly collapsing inwards hovered in front of him, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted.

He stood on the Demon Eye, and the Demon Eye's silver nebula lit up, carrying him away from this desolate planet.

The magic eye travels through the starry sky frame by frame.

There was no wind, no sound, only endless darkness and sparse starlight in the distance.

While traveling, Lynn didn't rest. He sat cross-legged on the back of the Demon Eye, closed his eyes, and sensed everything around him.

In the endless starry sky, the two major rules of stars and space are extremely rich.

The surrounding starlight surged in from all directions, like water flowing around a stone, leaving a faint, tangible sensation as it passed by him.

He extended his spiritual power to capture the stardust drifting in the void and analyze its structure.

Stardust is the remnant of a shattered star, each grain bearing faint traces of its own nature.

Some stardust contains fragments of spatial rules, some contains fragments of stellar rules, and some contains nothing at all, just pure dust.

He separated the stardust fragments with regular patterns, analyzed them one by one, and pieced the fragments together into his own framework of rules.

The spatial rules in the void are much clearer than those in the main world.

The space of the main world is compressed by countless rules, making the spatial rules very thin, and perceiving them is like looking through a layer of fog.

Here, there are no distractions; the rules of space are laid bare in the void, like an unfolded cloth.

Lynn's mental energy touched those regular patterns and imprinted them into his sea of ​​consciousness.

After flying for several days, the surrounding starlight gradually dimmed, and space began to become chaotic.

A hazy gray area appeared in the void ahead, like a swirling mist, with tiny points of light flickering at its edges.

The spacetime turbulence of the Source Realm.

Lynn straightened up and looked at the gray area.

He sensed some presence, unfamiliar, chaotic, and carrying an inexplicable air of madness.

Lynn's heart tightened.

Could it be those lunatics from the "Egg of Chaos"? Did they succeed?

If they really succeed, it will be difficult to take it back from them.

The "Lord of the Realm" certificate issued by their own academy is highly valued by other wizarding forces, representing the certification of the Bone Spire.

But in the eyes of these madmen, the Chaos Egg is nothing but a piece of waste paper.

If you want to get it, you have to fight head-on.

Lynn stood up from the Eye of the Dead, raised his right hand, and put the Eye of the Dead back into the Netherworld, preparing to sneak in and check the situation.

He closed his eyes, and the chains of rules within his body began to adjust their frequency, disguising himself as an ordinary piece of void debris.

He suppressed his aura to the extreme, even shrinking his mental energy field back to the surface of his body.

Then, he crept towards the gray, misty area.

As they drew closer, they realized that the hazy area wasn't fog, but rather a spatial-temporal turbulence.

Space is distorted here, time slows down, and the rules of spacetime are extremely chaotic.

Several blurry figures were moving along the edge of the turbulent current.

Lynn stopped behind a floating meteorite, extended a wisp of his mental energy, and slid along the edge of the turbulent current.

They were several Voidbats, typical demonic creatures.

Their bodies resemble bats magnified countless times, with no eyes and dense whiskers on their heads that sway gently in the air, sensing the energy fluctuations around them.

Their wings are fleshy with barbs along the edges, and they make almost no sound when they fly.

They wander on the edge of the temporal turbulence, forming a loose formation, as if on patrol.

Legend has it that the Chaos Egg had an affair with the Abyss Demons, and it seems to be true.

These Voidbats are creatures of the Abyss, not belonging to the Wizarding World.

Lynn became even more cautious, bypassing the bat demons and continuing to sneak deeper inside.

The closer you get to the Source Realm, the more demons there are.

Voidbats, Abyss Hounds, Balrogs, and several other demons he couldn't name were perched on a few meteorites at the edge of the spacetime turbulence.

They were numerous, densely packed, like ants crawling on a honeycomb.

Deepest inside, there are two particularly strong auras.

It reeked of the stench of the abyss and fluctuated with chaotic energy; it was a mid-tier Saint Mark demon.

Another wizard, radiating distorted mental fluctuations and carrying an inexplicable aura of madness, was a mid-level Saint Mark wizard and should be a member of the Chaos Egg.

The spacetime turbulence in the Origin Realm remains stable, indicating that it has not yet been occupied by the Chaos Egg.

Lynn stopped behind a larger meteorite, held his breath, and looked past the demons to the source of the two auras.

He didn't see anyone, only two blurry figures moving along the edge of the turbulent flow, one of which had a projection of the Holy Mark Domain behind it.

The demons around were busy carrying things; some were lifting black stones, some were dragging thin metal pipes, and some were carving runes on the ground.

Those runes were strange; they weren't the rune system of the Wizarding World, nor the rune system of the Abyss. They were something mixed with a chaotic aura.

What they are setting up is probably preparing to break through the spacetime turbulence.