Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Thomas introduced the store's products with great familiarity, while Lynn silently analyzed the intricacies of the items using [Analysis].

I admire the ingenious design of these creations, but I also clearly see their hidden flaws.

But Lynn didn't point it out; she would only nod occasionally or give a soft "hmm," and most of the time she just listened quietly.

"Lynn, did you figure something out?" Thomas noticed Lynn's thoughtful look and couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, just say so if you have any questions! These are our mentor's early works or failed attempts, they were meant for us to learn from and improve upon!"

Lynn shook his head, indicating that there was no problem.

It was already a great act of kindness of him to offer Thomas a few words of advice; there was no need for him to point fingers and criticize in someone else's shop.

After looking at the merchandise in the store, Lynn said goodbye, and Thomas did not try to stop her, walking with Lynn to the door.

At the shop entrance, Harold happened to be leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, staring intently at Lynn.

A big question mark appeared above Lynn's head. What's with this guy's eyes? It looks kind of creepy.

Unable to understand Harred's thoughts, Lynn politely bowed to him in farewell and then walked past him.

Harred watched Lynn leave, a vague thought forming in his mind.

From the moment the kid walked into the shop, Harrell's mental energy had been surrounding him, wanting to see what qualifications this kid had to give Thomas advice.

When Lynn pointed out the problems with the "Grapple Iron Arm Zombie," Hadley was surprised but didn't think he was particularly impressive.

After all, it was just an apprentice-level undead creation, so the problems were relatively simple.

But when Thomas showed Lynn his early works, Lynn's behavior made Thomas notice something unusual.

Although the kid concealed it well and didn't show anything unusual, his gaze always lingered on the point where the flaw was.

It's one thing if it happens once or twice, but it's really outrageous if it happens to almost every single item.

This kid can definitely figure something out!

Thinking of this, Harold developed a strong interest in this little second-class apprentice.

A moment later, Harold summoned Thomas directly.

"Mentor, you wanted to see me?"

Thomas was modifying the nodes according to Lynn's instructions when he suddenly received a summons from his mentor and hurriedly ran over.

"Thomas, didn't Lynn start school at the same time as you? How come he knows so much?"

Thomas scratched his messy hair, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Lynn seems to know a lot; maybe she reads a lot of books..."

"You read a lot of books? What kind of inappropriate language is that?"

Having only been enrolled for three months, even if they spent every day in the "skeleton bank," how many books could they possibly read? How could they possibly be so professional?

Harred hinted indirectly:

"Oh? Do you know what this kid's special talents are?"

Upon hearing this, Thomas immediately perked up.

"Special talents? This kid is very talented, good-looking, has a keen eye, broad knowledge, and a sharp mind... As for other talents... I don't know."

Harold: ...

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Thomas, Harold waved him off to continue his work and began to ponder on his own.

...

After leaving Harold's shop, Lynn continued his exploration.

The things here are incredibly diverse, and the materials, plants, and animals from all over the world broadened his horizons.

He wandered into a secluded corner and saw a strange stall.

There were no goods on it, only a fist-sized, pale blue crystal floating in the air.

The scene inside the crystal kept changing, finally settling on a silent cemetery filled with pale flowers and shrouded in mist, where the words on the tombstones were distorted and illegible.

The stall owner was a wandering wizard whose face was obscured and whose aura was murky and difficult to discern, wearing a tattered gray robe.

Seeing Lynn stop, the stall owner paid no attention to his second-class apprentice level and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Coordinates of the sub-dimensional [Garden of Eternal Slumber], containing ancient inscriptions that allow berserk undead to rest in peace and may even elevate their souls. You can teleport once through this crystal, and it only costs 300 contribution points, making it perfect for you."

Three hundred contribution points is an astronomical price for an apprentice, but it's practically a steal at this wizard market.

If the ancient inscriptions truly have the effect described by the stall owner, then the value of this dimension is immeasurable.

But... there aren't that many free lunches in the world.

Lynn was not swayed by the low price. He pretended to look at the scene inside the crystal, but actually put all his energy into the [Analysis].

Crystals do indeed contain strong spatial coordinate information, far more complex than ordinary secondary dimensions.

This secondary dimension is somewhat similar to a "copy," belonging to a kind of "world fragment." The space inside may not be large, but some may contain some precious resources or materials.

The crystal revealed what was happening in the secondary dimension, but Lynn quickly discovered the oddity through "analysis".

The pale flowers in the image subtly form a kind of soul-drawing array, while the "mist" is composed of a large amount of chaotic and painful spiritual debris.

This is a trap!

It's a trap targeting memory and the soul!

Those who enter are likely to be corrupted by those mental remnants, and their "memories" will be forcibly extracted as sacrifices in front of the inscription, while their souls will be absorbed by the "White Cloud" magic circle.

Good grief, they were waiting for me here!

"Too expensive! I can't afford it." Lynn didn't show any sign of distress; instead, she looked regretful, shook her head, and turned to leave.

The wandering wizard behind him was also somewhat disappointed, and could only wait for the next "pig".

Lynn was secretly complaining to herself.

None of these cowardly sorcerers are any good!

An hourglass later, Lynn added another to his creed—those upright wizards weren't all good either, even the headmaster of the academy!

After leaving the wandering wizard's stall, he continued along the wide main road, and his gaze inadvertently swept over a shop with a very different style - "Marfa Dream Corridor".

The shop's exterior looks extremely "elegant," with dark purple vine-like decorations entwining the porch, and strings of crystal wind chimes hanging from the lintel, their soft colors constantly changing, emitting ethereal and melodious tinkling sounds in the wind.

Compared to the surrounding shops that display skeletons, machinery, or preserved organs, it stands out as an oddity and is extremely pleasing to the eye.

It's like suddenly discovering a bathhouse that's open for business in a post-apocalyptic world, with pretty young women at the entrance waving at you, making you want to explore further.

Lynn instinctively wanted to step into the shop, but after taking two steps, she suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly stopped, looking at the crystal landscape and analyzing it.

Sure enough, the arrangement of those crystal wind chimes subtly formed a gentle mental inducement array, causing passersby to unconsciously lower their guard and feel an urge to go inside.

Lynn stopped and observed for a while, and found that two other apprentices who were taking the assessment in the same batch were also attracted by the wind chimes and walked into the shop with happy expressions.

And then... he never came out again...