Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

(Thanks to "I firmly believe in the truth of the Empire" for the amazing certification! Thank you so much! I've never received such a big gift before. I'll try my best to add an extra chapter today!!)

The apprentices present their tokens, and after the deacon checks them and confirms they are correct, he will lightly touch their identity plaques with a specially made bone pen.

A faint light flashed across the surface of the nameplate, signifying that the second test had been passed.

Afterwards, most of the apprentices hurriedly left to prepare for the third test the next day.

With the help of two reliable teammates, Lillian successfully obtained three types of moss. After delivering the tokens, she and her boyfriend snuggled up and left.

Mary's strength wasn't particularly high, but this time she didn't choose to rely on a strong person; instead, she formed a relatively weak team.

After all, if you're on the same team as a strong player and the spoils aren't divided fairly, you're likely to suffer a loss.

While the weak are much less safe, they don't have to worry about being used as cannon fodder and can still get a share of the spoils.

This small team struggled forward amidst "whispers of pain," collecting two types of moss, but failed to reach the last area, with three teammates getting lost one after another.

A lecherous man, lusting after Mary's beauty, even attempted to force himself on her while his mind was disturbed.

Mary, of course, wouldn't tolerate him, and her zombie boyfriend tore him to pieces.

With a heavy heart, Mary reclaimed her teammates' inheritance. After being forced to escape the tomb amidst continuous whispers of pain, she finally used the excess moss to exchange for the third token and successfully completed the mission.

Thomas's "Iron-Skinned Bone Wheel Zombie" was quite powerful, and he also assembled a decent team, completing the mission without major incident.

However, not everyone had such a smooth journey.

The pale-faced apprentices had neither collected enough tokens nor had any resources to exchange with anyone, so they had no choice but to find another way.

They exchanged a glance, whispered a few words, and quickly decided on their tactics.

One of them mingled among the people submitting their tasks, trying to slip through unnoticed. Two others suddenly snatched tokens from others, creating some chaos. Several others took the opportunity to sneak in with the departing apprentices, preparing to escape.

"Let me through! I've collected them!" An apprentice waved several pieces of ordinary dyed moss and tried to rush toward the deacon.

"That's my moss!" Another person lunged at the apprentice who had just finished submitting his work, his sights set on the moss in the apprentice's hand.

Seeing that chaos had broken out, the remaining apprentices took the opportunity to slip among the departing apprentices, preparing to escape in the confusion.

They were met with the lifeless eyes of the deacons and the sudden arrival of death.

"Pfft!" "Sizzle!"

Several gray shadows flashed by too fast to see clearly; it was the ghostly guards stationed near the entrance who had made their move!

The apprentice who tried to bluff and steal the item froze instantly, his eyes went vacant, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The few who had infiltrated the group of students and were preparing to leave also failed to escape.

The ghost guards don't care about this or that; as long as the apprentice's nameplate hasn't been marked as having completed the assessment, they will kill him as soon as he gets close to the entrance.

All those who caused chaos were forcefully killed.

Their bodies, as if in a tomb, were slowly enveloped and swallowed by shadows that quietly emerged from the ground, until they disappeared.

The whole process was swift and brutal, with no unnecessary warnings and little disturbance.

The apprentices around him let out a few low gasps, then glanced indifferently at the corpse before continuing with their own tasks.

Everyone else is honestly completing their tasks, but you few clever ones are taking the unconventional approach. If we don't kill you, who else should we kill?

While the rules of the Bone Spire are not very binding on formal wizards, they are still fatal to apprentices.

Lynn glanced at it indifferently, her heart unmoved.

There are always people who think they can fool everyone with their cleverness, but in this dark wizard's academy, there is never a shortage of clever people.

Sometimes, being a little "foolish" can actually help you live longer...

Seeing that no one was responding to his terms of exchange, Lynn stopped wasting time.

He went to the deacon's office, took out a set of three-colored moss, and after the deacon examined it, he used a bone pen to touch his dark silver nameplate, and a faint glowing mark appeared.

"Passed! Be at Ghost Market on time tomorrow morning," the butler repeated in a dry voice.

Lynn nodded, put away the nameplate, and turned to leave without looking back.

See you at Ghost Market tomorrow.

...

Back in the lab, Gregor was still engrossed in his work, his fingers constantly writing and drawing on the bone plate, while a magical model projection beside him kept changing.

There are still many problems with "Death Blossom" that have not yet been solved, but thanks to Lynn's "brainstorming" ideas, Gregor has come up with many new ideas and has been researching it more and more "obsessed" lately.

Lynn also felt that this tutor was a bit too obsessed with academic research.

If one didn't dwell on the "Death Blossom" and "Myriad Phenomena" laws, and instead used that time to break through to higher realms, one would probably have already reached the fifth or sixth ring. (Ah~~ fifth ring, you have one more ring than the fourth~)

To spend over a century proving a hopeless experiment is a waste of one's own efforts and is somewhat putting the cart before the horse.

While admiring Gregor's persistence and pursuit of truth, Lynn still gave his assessment—a great...blockhead.

Of course, you can just mutter these thoughts to yourself; you can't say them out loud.

They've been researching this for over a century; it's become an obsession, and you can't persuade them with just a few words.

All I can do is assist my supervisor in his research, try my best to maintain a good relationship with him, and squeeze every last drop of knowledge out of him to enrich myself.

When Lynn returned, Gregor ignored him, but Lynn shamelessly came over.

"Mentor...you're busy~"

Gregor glanced at him, knowing the kid was definitely up to no good, and squeezed out a note from his nose.

"Hmm~ Let it go!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately released him.

"Mentor, I have to take the third assessment tomorrow, and I can't bring any extra items with me..."

"But I don't feel comfortable entrusting my vast fortune to anyone else... After much thought, I've decided that you, my mentor, are the safest bet!"

Gregor breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

At least I didn't cause him any more trouble.

"Why are you being so hesitant? It's such a small matter. Just leave it to me."

Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately took off his [Negative Affinity Wizard Robe] and took out all his other belongings.

Actually, it's nothing much. All sorts of things, plus the undead minions, are inside the Undead Ring. Just hand the ring over to him for safekeeping.

The Ring of the Dead contains ample negative energy, so there's no need to worry about the survival of the undead minions.

Gregor lightly tapped the necromancer ring with his finger, and the ring immediately disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

Lynn put on the wizard robes she had been given upon enrollment, discussed some academic matters with Gregor, and then returned to her cubicle to meditate.

I'm not far from reaching thirty points of mental strength, and I believe I'll be able to fully enter the realm of a third-class apprentice in just a few days.

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