Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

As time went on, Old Scar's hand holding the teacup began to tremble slightly.

He chugdredged up cup after cup of tea, trying to suppress his frustration and growing sense of defeat, but to no avail.

He could clearly hear Lynn's clear and calm explanation from the other end, as well as the customers' words of thanks after they suddenly realized what he meant. Each time, it felt like a small knife stabbing into his heart.

Why should I?! I have experience too! I can solve problems too! My stall is more professional! My fees are lower!

The morning was almost over, and Lynn had been working non-stop, while I... got zero points!

Not a single copper coin came in! And we even lost a cup of fine tea!

"Bang!"

Old Scar finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed the teacup on the table, splashing tea everywhere.

He suddenly stood up and kicked his luxurious "Knowledge Consulting Office" furniture.

Smash it! Out of sight, out of mind! This rotten thing!

"Hey! Scarface! Stop!"

Lynn's voice rang out at the right moment, and Old Scar froze, staring at Lynn with bloodshot eyes.

Lynn had just seen a client off and was leisurely clapping her hands, looking in his direction with a genuine expression of regret:

"Scarface, these tables and chairs look pretty well made, and the red banner looks new too. It would be such a waste to smash them."

Old Scar, panting heavily, didn't say anything. "Even if it's a waste, it's still money I spent on it. What's it to you?"

Lynn gave a "I'm thinking of you" smile:

"Hey Scarface, you don't really need this, and it's just taking up space. How about... you transfer it to me?"

"Anyway, my stall is indeed a bit shabby. Setting up a table and chairs and hanging up a banner will make it look more presentable, so as not to embarrass the 'knowledge consulting' industry, right?"

Old Scar: "..."

He felt his blood pressure was about to spike again.

So you stole my business, and now you expect me to give you my livelihood too? And I'm supposed to thank you?!

Looking at Lynn's smirking, hateful face, and weighing the strength of both sides, he decisively backed down.

Arguing with this kid is just asking for trouble!

"Take it all away! Take it all away now! I hate seeing it!"

Old Scar practically roared it out, waving his hands like he was shooing away flies, wishing Lynn and his booming business would disappear immediately.

"Alright! Thanks for your generosity, Scarface!"

Lynn walked over without any hesitation, beaming.

He first rolled up the brand-new red banner and put it on the wooden chair. Then he picked up a wooden chair with one hand and easily lifted the heavy wooden table with the other.

After taking a couple of steps, he seemed to remember something, and turned back to push the tea-stained cup that Old Scar had used on the table toward Old Scar.

"Scarface, here's your teacup, keep it safe."

The meaning is clear: I'll gladly accept the table, chairs, and banners, but I'll pass on the used cup; I'm a bit of a "clean freak."

Old Scar looked at his now empty stall, then at the lone teacup.

Looking up again, I saw Lynn carrying her "spoils" to the opposite side, deftly setting up the tables and chairs, hanging the red banner again, and the five large characters "Knowledge Consultation Office" fluttering in the wind, facing me directly...

"puff--"

Old Scar felt a sweet taste in his throat, his vision went black, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He suddenly grabbed the teacup and smashed it on the ground, sending shards of porcelain flying everywhere.

Then, without looking back, he pushed through the crowd and disappeared into the depths of the market.

He couldn't stay in this place for another second!

Lynn watched Old Scar's disheveled figure leave, then looked at his newly renovated "luxury stall" and nodded in satisfaction.

He settled comfortably into the brand-new wooden chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the smooth surface.

"Hmm, not bad, that feels much better."

He straightened the red banner, making it flutter more noticeably, and then calmly waited for the next customer to arrive.

...

In the days that followed, Lynn's life returned to its simple routine.

During the day, he would solve all sorts of problems for his apprentices behind his "knowledge consultation" stall at the market.

He also often acquired new knowledge at the market for free.

In the evening, without fail, he would return to Gregor's laboratory, where he would help his mentor tackle difficult problems while using the laboratory's intensely negative energy environment for deep meditation.

Old Scar never appeared again after he left, while the reputation of "Lynn the Questioner" grew louder among the lower and middle-level apprentices.

Even some third-class apprentices began to come to him seeking advice on more complex witchcraft issues.

Lynn handled the situation with ease; the "Analysis" function, combined with his ever-growing knowledge base, made him virtually invincible.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I also managed to get a free trial of some apprentice-level witchcraft that wasn't included in the manual.

With this regular lifestyle, one's mental strength also grows steadily.

One late night, as he was meditating deeply in his laboratory cubicle, a strange rhythm and a feeling of fullness suddenly came from the stable spiritual core in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Lynn knew that his spiritual core was now complete.

When the core of the mind in the sea of ​​consciousness reaches a certain limit, becoming full and saturated, and can no longer accommodate even a trace of energy, a qualitative change finally occurs.

In an instant, the structure of the spiritual core began to decompose from the very core outwards, transforming into the purest spiritual energy particles.

Energy particles suddenly erupted, beginning to thoroughly cleanse and purify Lynn's entire body!

"snort--"

Lynn groaned, and a layer of grayish-white light emanated from his body.

He could clearly feel that every muscle, bone, blood vessel, and even every cell was being violently eroded and transformed by negative energy.

Bones become denser and stronger, muscle fibers are torn and reassembled to become more explosive, the skin's resistance to and affinity for negative energy increase simultaneously, the five senses become more acute, and the brain seems to operate at a faster pace...

This is an elevation stemming from the essence of life, and also the starting point of the wizard's long evolutionary journey.

As the intense energy surge subsided, Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

The dim light in the laboratory appeared exceptionally clear to him, and he could almost "see" every single negative energy dust particle floating in the air.

With a slight thought, he began to analyze himself.

Name: Lynn

[Mental Strength]: 50 points

[Bloodline]: Human (100%)

【state】:

Physical condition: Improved (Five senses +50%, bone density +65%, muscle explosive power +80%, nerve reaction speed +120%)

Negative energy affinity: Increases (skin resistance +40%, energy absorption efficiency +50%).

...

Mental Strength: 50 points!

This is a phenomenal surge! It jumped directly from the 30-point threshold to 50 points!

This is not merely an increase in quantity, but a fundamental leap in spiritual power.

Only after being promoted did Lynn realize that the gap between a second-class apprentice and a third-class apprentice was much larger than he had imagined!

Fortunately, I didn't lay a hand on a third-class apprentice before, otherwise I would be a "Skeleton Golem of the Earth" by now...