Don't mess with that necromancer; his summoned creatures level up on their own!

"Zhixing—dinner's ready!" Mom's voice came.

Lu Zhixing looked at the empty room, then at the direction where the little zombie had disappeared, and took a deep breath.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

He closed the door and went downstairs.

Behind him, the line of text in the skill bar was still flashing:

[Zombie, Status: Running away from home...]

Although Lu Zhixing was one of the many transmigrators, he was different from the others.

Both parents are still alive, and the family owns a car and a house.

The dining table in the Lu family's restaurant is eight meters long.

The eight-meter-long sandalwood dining table gleamed with a warm luster under the warm lighting, with twelve crystal candlesticks lined up along the tabletop.

Deep-sea whale meat, fire dragon lizard soup, jade vegetable platter, braised pork with nine-fragrant lingzhi mushrooms...

Lu Zhixing sat at one end of the dining table, holding his phone in one hand and poking at the ribs on his plate with a fork in the other, searching on a well-known professional forum, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

What to do if your summoned creatures dislike you? — 0 results.

[Summoned creature taunts its owner] - 0 results.

[Summoned creature levels up independently] - 0 results.

Shen Jing put down her soup spoon, her gaze passing over the candlestick to her son, and whispered to Lu Zaoxie, "What is he investigating?"

Lu Zaoxie looked up and said, "Your expression doesn't seem right."

At the other end of the table, Lu Zaoxie and Shen Jing exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with heartache.

Lu Zaoxie, Rank A "Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex", Commander of the City Defense Army.

In his youth, he had a nickname: "Human Disaster." Later, he was specially recruited by the city defense army and rose through the ranks to become a commander.

Shen Jing, an A-rank "Blue Silver Grass" cultivator, is an occupational healer and the head of a potion group, known in the industry as a "walking fountain of life."

She built the Potions Group from scratch, and it is now the largest potion supplier in the city.

One is a top-tier combat class, and the other is a top-tier support class.

A powerful alliance, and Lu Zhixing won the entire lottery.

Then I was attacked by the necromancer.

This is probably what they call the reversal of extremes.

Lu Zhixing threw his phone on the table in despair and sighed to the heavens.

Lu Zaoxie could no longer hold back. He picked up the largest plate of pork chop, got up, and walked over along the long table.

He plopped down next to his son and pushed the steak in front of him: "Son, eat! No matter how big the problem is, even if you're only an F-rank for the rest of your life, so what? You're still a son of the Lu family."

Shen Jing continued, "Even if you do nothing, Mom can still support you. A villa with a spring in the east of the city, and two apartments in the south."

Two potions gardens, twenty restaurants, and six shopping malls.

"Mom has calculated it for you. Even if you spend hundreds of thousands a day, it's enough to last you until your next life."

Lu Zaoxie chimed in from the side, "Your mother forgot to mention that our family also owns a resort on Emerald Island."

"Right, right, I almost forgot about the resort." Shen Jing nodded.

"So son, you don't need to worry about the future at all, your parents have your back."

Looking at his parents' earnest expressions, Lu Zhixing was suddenly moved.

If you've already been through so much in your past life, wouldn't it be a waste of time to have transmigrated if you live such a tiring life in this one too?

Besides, the little zombies have already run away. Are you expecting a necromancer to carry a staff and go up there to fight the monsters in close combat?

Lu Zaoxie coughed.

"I've made up my mind. I've decided to be a proper rich kid."

Lu Zhixing requested two fingers.

"I will resolutely stay away from gambling and drugs, and I will not be a spendthrift."

"Pfft—" Lu Zaoxie spat out a mouthful of beer.

Shen Jing was also choked and coughed up tears.

Lu Zhixing looked innocent: "What's wrong with you guys?"

"When did we ever say we wanted you to be a rich kid?!"

"You guys just said you have enough money at home to last me a lifetime, so I don't have to worry about the future. Isn't that basically telling me to just give up?"

"That's comforting! Comforting, don't you understand?!" Lu Zaoxie was so anxious she almost overturned the table.

"We're worried you might do something rash, not that we want you to actually give up!"

"Yes, Zhixing, what Mom means is, don't give up on yourself just because your career isn't good. The family has the means to support your development."

"No need, no need," Lu Zhixing waved his hand, looking completely indifferent.

"Dad, Mom, you've worked hard for half your lives, it's time for you to enjoy your retirement. As for the competition among children, let other people's children handle that."

After saying that, he stood up, picked up his phone, and patted his belly contentedly: "I'm full, I'm going back to my room now. Oh, by the way, Dad, I want to go shopping at our local mall tomorrow, could you give me a black card later?"

Lu Zhixing hummed a little tune as he went upstairs.

Lu Zaoxie and Shen Jing were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"...Was our son too traumatized?" Shen Jing asked with difficulty.

Lu Zaoxie slowly turned to look at his wife, his expression complex: "Do you think what he just said sounded like something he said on the spur of the moment due to some kind of emotional shock?"

Shen Jing fell silent.

Not like.

That tone, that expression, that smooth and natural declaration of lying down—it was clearly premeditated.

"It's over," Lu Zaoxie said, rubbing his forehead. "It seems our son is really planning to become a good-for-nothing."

---

As night deepened, the servants withdrew.

Lu Zaoxie sat on the sofa in the living room.

Shen Jing came downstairs and sat down next to him.

"Is your son asleep?" Lu Zaoxie asked.

"I'm not asleep." Shen Jing sighed.

"I glanced into his room as I passed by, and he was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone and having a great time, even laughing out loud."

"……laugh?"

"Yeah, that kind of giggle-giggle laugh."

Lu Zaoxie took a deep breath and felt that her blood pressure was a little high.

Shen Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "I had someone check the data on necromancers."

"How is it?"

"The survival rate is the lowest among all professions, and the combat power rating is consistently at the bottom."

Lu Zaoxie's brows furrowed even more.

Shen Jing continued,

"Moreover, unlike other summoners, necromancers consume a great deal of mental energy to control their summoned creatures."

The necromancers described in the records are all incredibly unreliable, and this profession is even known as the one most prone to being cuckolded.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Lu Zaoxie suddenly said, "I'm in this position, and many people are watching me."

Shen Jing looked at him.

"Commander of the city defense forces sounds prestigious, but I know how many people want to bring me down."

"When I'm around, no one dares to touch our house. But what if something happens to me one day..."

"Thank you!"

"I was saying, 'What if,'" Lu Zaoxie said, holding his wife's hand.

"With our son's personality and profession, he can't hold onto this family business."

Shen Jing's eyes reddened slightly, but she did not refute it.

Because she knew her husband was telling the truth.

A rich kid without real ability is seen as a piece of meat by others, and everyone wants a bite.

After a long silence, Lu Zaoxie suddenly spoke up: "What do you think... how about we have another one?"

Shen Jing was stunned.

"Just think of it as creating a secondary account."

"Maybe this time we'll get the guaranteed drop? A lightning-type warrior, a plant-type healer, or even a warrior or mage with a B-rank awakening will do. At least we can build up resources."

"What...what did you say?!" Shen Jing's face turned red instantly.

"We're still young. I'm only forty-two this year, and you're thirty-nine. We have plenty of time. If we have another child, it will keep Zhixing company and they'll have someone to look after him in the future."

"Moreover," Lu Zaoxie stood up, picked up his wife in his arms, and carried her horizontally.

"I just drank a lot of enhancement potions, and now I'm full of strength. I'm even better than I used to be!"

Shen Jing gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around her husband's neck: "Be quiet, don't let Zhixing hear!"

"Don't worry, our house is very soundproof, you definitely won't hear anything."

Lu Zaoxie strode towards the master bedroom.

Shen Jing buried her face in her husband's chest and muttered softly, "This guy, he's over forty but still acts like a young man..."

The door to the master bedroom was closed.

The corridor fell silent again.

Lu Zhixing's room is located at the corner of the second floor.

A gloating laugh escaped from the crack in the door.

"Hehe, this is a good thing."

Lu Zhixing locked the door behind him.

Then he lunged forward and tumbled into the super king-size bed.

"Hmm—"

Lu Zhixing rolled around in the blanket twice, wrapping himself up like a silkworm cocoon with only his head sticking out, before comfortably opening the job panel.

[Class: Necromancer]

[Level: lv.1]

[Summoned Item: Baby Zombie (Status: Runaway)]

His gaze lingered on the last line.

The little zombie's icon was gray, with a small location marker next to it, indicating that it was in the north of the city, about... he calculated, a dozen kilometers away.

Although the icon is grayed out, it has not disappeared, nor has it changed to a "dead" or "disbanded" state.

Lu Zhixing stared at the gray icon for several seconds.

"It's been ages, and they still haven't come back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of messages began to pop up on the system panel—