Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"That's possible, but have you considered what would happen if the pilot were ejected while speeding?" How could you even think of that? The second stage of a manned rocket launch would conveniently airdrop the astronauts.

"But the spinal wheel is fine, isn't it? It's good that the spinal wheel is alright. Researchers must know how to make sacrifices..."

"Passenger safety issues will affect sales."

“Alright, let’s go with the necrosis.” Shining took out a rough parchment with a pentagram drawn on it and ran his finger across it. “First batch order, twenty units. What’s our current production capacity? Everyone’s speed should be different, right?”

"About a day." The operator raised his hand.

"One day and one night. No unnecessary modifications." He made a rough estimate based on his own assessment.

"I'll probably get about a day and a half," Shining said, looking at their club president. "And you, boss?"

Lyle pointed to the sharp beak of his bird-beak mask. "If we have enough materials, it should take about thirty minutes." With Nia handling the details of the flesh and blood, and her advanced modification skills, his creation speed had already reached an inhuman level. Moreover, his understanding of flesh and blood had deepened considerably recently, so he was actually being a bit conservative.

"..." The three of them looked at Lyle and fell silent.

"Is this the difference?" Shiny casually remarked.

"Then I'll take care of the modification and production of the creation. Would you like to come and take a look? I can explain some details, which may be helpful to you."

"I'm going to be in charge of sales and customer communication, so I won't be going. Boss, you can just have the operator follow you."

Listening to the brilliant arrangements, Bian Tong thought of something.

"Then I'll take charge of recruiting new members and promoting the club. After all, we can't let the club president do all the work. I think our classmates are great. We can have them work for us. We can call it the 'Wheel of the Spine' teaching course, which is free. They'll definitely be happy to put it into practice."

Just as Lyle was about to enter the room to begin modifying the workshop, there was a knock on the door of the Necromancer Figure Company's office.

"Law senior?"

A lawyer was standing outside the door.

“Congratulations, the new organization is officially established.” Mr. Law pulled a thick stack of documents from his pocket. “These are the new regulations issued by Andrei regarding vehicle speed; I think you need them.”

"Thank you, sir." Shiny reluctantly accepted the thick stack of legal documents specifically targeting his organization, his mood far from pleasant.

"This law will be officially implemented tomorrow, so if your Spine Wheels don't have speed limiters, they won't be able to drive on the road tomorrow."

“Okay, senior, we are currently planning to modify the Spine Wheel.”

"How do you plan to modify it?"

"Write a muscle memory program to control your flesh and blood when you're going overspeed."

"This is inappropriate, my fellow medical practitioner. Legally related preventative measures should be public and universally applicable, and should also have a criminal nature. What you call muscle memory is a measure unique to your spiritualism. This will make on-site inspections difficult. I suggest you make some simple and obvious speed indicators. For example, a spare part, embedded in the bone, to indicate speed. If it's not there, it means you're speeding."

Lyle carefully considered Mr. Law's words and found them to make a lot of sense.

“I can add a command to the memory of the Spinal Wheel and add an inlaid small bone to the inner ring, which is in contact with flesh and blood and only falls off when speeding.”

“Yes, that’s the speed limit the Executive Committee wants.” Mr. Law’s iron hand patted Lyle’s shoulder a few times. “We can talk about our deal now, junior.”

"The Executive Committee needs one hundred vehicles like the Spine Wheel. And I have other special requirements."

“The Executive Committee’s Spine Wheel is faster than any other Spine Wheel you sell. You can remove the speed limiter on it. Ours is the fastest, so fast that prisoners can’t escape from our grasp.”

"But senior, didn't you just say that it can't be used without a speed limiter?"

“That’s for the other Andrei. How are we supposed to catch them if we can’t outrun them? I know, Plague Medicine, it’s difficult for you to develop a better Spine Wheel right now, but that’s okay. You can just sell the defective ones to others.”

"I've already thought of a name."

"The universal spinal wheel and the spinal wheel that justice will never be late."

Chapter 209 The Will of the Dead

Lyle accepted Mr. Law's proposal and agreed to provide a batch of unlimited speed Spine Wheels to the Executive Committee. Mr. Law left the Necromancer's Figurine Company satisfied.

The next day, Lyle and the others were on their way to the Bone Territory, where it was Mr. Dragon's lesson.

"I heard that a lot of people got caught speeding today."

"Speeding? But we haven't even started selling the Spine Wheel yet."

“We’re not the only ones with vehicles. Speeding has been a problem before, but we’re only starting to pay attention to it now.” Shining flipped through the speed limit order in his hand, studying potential loopholes. “Those riding various summoned creatures are currently being held by the committee. Some have had their vehicles confiscated, and some have been grounded for a period of time, the duration of which is proportional to the degree of their speeding.”

"You guys really should go see this. There's another one hanging right on the gate. The Advanced Magic Research Institute has pulled another stunt. I heard that Mr. Laser from the Electromagnetic Department was researching a new method of long-distance movement, a manned experiment. One second after launch, he touched the speed-limiting spell that Mr. Law set above Andrei. He got stuck in mid-air."

"The most ridiculous thing is that the powerful impact of the launch allowed Mr. Laser to partially break free from the spell's restrictions."

"Partially broken free?"

"Literally, his lower pelvic bones and leg bones below the spine are fixed in the air and are now hanging on the Executive Committee's door. The upper body is still being searched; the Executive Committee is searching his upper body along the trajectory set by Mr. Laser. So far, about twenty bone fragments have been found. Since his skull has not yet been found, the search must continue."

Lyle imagined Mr. Laser's miserable state and thought he would probably feel ashamed. However, the sense of dignity among the higher magic researchers was probably as shallow as their sense of security.

“Boss, I heard that you and the Dragon Mentor are in the same club. Do you know what he’s been up to lately? If I run into someone like Mr. Scarlet again, my interest in necromancy will be greatly diminished.”

Watching the glittering, seemingly uninterested yet stopping maneuver, and the manipulative, obviously wanting-to-know-the-answer response, Lyle gently tapped his mask.

"Teacher Dragon... he doesn't seem to have made any special moves lately, he's probably been trying to find ways to study dragons."

"Do you think the homework he gave us might be to defeat the undead bone dragon?" Shining asked, looking terrified.

"No, even if Mr. Dragon wanted to handle private matters officially, he would only take you to archaeological digs for fossils at most. In fact, Mr. Dragon is much more reliable in the classroom. You know what he's like in class; he's our first teacher. Besides, creating undead dragons might not be as easy as we imagine, otherwise Mr. Dragon would already be surrounded by dragons."

Why do you have this idea?

"Because Mr. Dragon seems to have a bad habit. He likes to compare his teaching career with other instructors. He wants to prove that he is the best teacher, or at least no worse than others."

"Isn't this great? The more the teacher demonstrates, the more we learn."

"In the past, this would certainly be a good thing. However, we've already seen Mr. Crimson's forbidden creation, the Blood Nest Tree, in his class, and it stripped it bare. If Mr. Dragon is going to compare even this to..."

Shining shook itself, looking at the operation and adaptation, "I still have extra scales here."

At least when the four arrived at the Bone Territory, the woodland was still the same as before.

The number of students gathered around was much larger than those who specialized in the Flesh and Blood faction. After all, of the three factions, the Bone faction was the simplest and most basic. Easy entry did not mean easy future. This could be seen from Mr. Dragon. Even when all three factions were gathered, he usually appeared as the chief professor.

Mr. Dragon emerged from his spirit tower, dressed in his usual dragon costume, though Lyle thought the Bone Spirit School uniform looked better.

"Welcome, my students. Bone necromancy is the foundation of our existence. To understand it is to understand yourselves."

"Let me briefly introduce the courses we will be learning."

"You will learn to skillfully craft bone artifacts and various derivatives, including but not limited to all armor such as bone shields and all weapons such as bone spears. Bone crafting may be very challenging for you, but it is the only way to obtain powerful aberrant skeletons besides natural acquisition. You will also learn weapon proficiency and parrying proficiency. I hope that by the end of my course you will have mastered at least three weapons, including swords, hammers, spears, grappling hooks, and scythes, and your 100-meter spear-throwing accuracy should be within the third ring."

"You have two choices for your graduation exam. One is to create a fourth-order mutated skeleton, and the other is to fight a demon guard in hand-to-hand combat in the Black Abyss Arena."

"????"

A melee mage who summons spirits?

A student raised his hand. "Teacher Dragon, I don't mean to challenge your authority, but as far as I know, we necromancers seem to be categorized as spellcasters..."

“Yes, we are spellcasters. But when your bones can easily stop a sword and your bone spear can easily pierce armor, why don’t you just stab him to death with one spear? The best way to protect us is to kill the enemy.”

Mr. Dragon pulled a massive bone staff, or rather, a bone hammer, from his pocket, his towering figure casting a shadow over the students. "The reason why Bone Spirit Summoning has become the largest school of spirit summoning is because we are more resilient and more capable of fighting than other schools."

His mascot costume featured two glass eyes that emitted a ghostly blue flame, giving off a cold and sinister gaze.

"I'll give you newbies a good beating. To learn how to hit, you have to learn how to take a hit first." Mr. Dragon raised the bone hammer in his hand high, looking at the trembling trainees.

"Of course, we should learn the knowledge first. Bone training will come later. At least we'll have to wait until you learn how to refine bones."

"Our first lesson today is the foundation of everything: control yourselves."

"We have the instinct to control skeletons, but let's not forget that we also have the instinct to control skeletons. To refine the technology of skeletons, we must first ensure that we do not betray ourselves."

"Lesson One: The Will of the Dead."

"You need to stay true to yourselves and, despite the manipulation and interference from the skeletons in the outside world, find your way out of the maze I have set up. Those who fail will be punished accordingly."

As soon as Mr. Dragon finished speaking, a massive skeletal gate opened behind him. From within the pale white barrier, countless white bones surged out from behind the gate like a tidal wave. They flowed past Lyle and the others, folded, and merged, transforming into a labyrinth of bones.

All the students are in the center of the maze.

Chapter 210 The Punishment for Weak Will

Lyle then noticed that the ground of the Bone Forest emitted a white mist, which became more pronounced, especially in a confined space. It slowly rose, turning into a thick fog, but within the haze, numerous lights flickered—the walls of the Bone Labyrinth, and on those walls, the soul fires within each skull.

The skeletons embedded within were in various poses, some crouching, some standing, their finger bones extending out of the wall and reaching towards the students in the center, as if trying to drag them into the wall. The eerie flames flickered, but the empty eye sockets were firmly focused on the students.

The eerie scene before him made Lyle take a small step back. Humans have a social nature, and when they become panicked, they will try to integrate into the group and seek support.

Although Lyle's group was unreliable at this time.

The students, who had been somewhat noisy, now remained calm, as if someone had forcibly put them back in their coffins. They seemed oblivious to the surrounding walls, heads bowed, like pine trees frozen in place.

A commotion broke out. Lyle looked at the people around him, whose bodies began to tremble slightly. In this atmosphere, the first person besides Lyle showed a change.

That was a student Lyle didn't recognize. He was crouching, his knees bent like in a horse stance, his arms raised high in the sky, swinging his arms like data antennas in such a comical posture, pacing back and forth like a monkey.

The comical actions elicited laughter, making the originally gloomy atmosphere much more amusing.

Lyle was about to laugh, but he realized that the laughter around him was coming from the wall behind him.

He turned to look, and saw the skeleton embedded in the wall opening its jaws and making clicking sounds, as if mocking the comical student.

Lyle frowned, looking at the walls covered with skeletons, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Teacher Giant Dragon?"

The skulls on the wall stopped laughing, and all the skulls turned their spines to come onto Lyle's body.

“It’s me, the Plague Doctor. I’m not surprised at all that you were able to break free from control so quickly. You are my proudest student.”

That's right, this labyrinth of skeletons is the very sea of ​​skeletons I saw in Mr. Dragon's room in the Cup of Extravagance. These skeletons are actually Mr. Dragon's clones.

"What happened to that guy?"

"Nothing much, his willpower was too weak and I controlled him. I manipulated his body and now he's doing some interesting things according to my instructions."

"The 'Baby-faced Monkey' is a rare species of monkey. Like sloths, they prefer to live in trees, except for one time: mating season. During mating season, the Baby-faced Monkey will climb down from the trees to the ground, swinging its arms like a cheerleader and walking like a crab."

"Because of their long-term life in the forest, their balance and walking ability are actually very weak, so they often fall down when courting. The most interesting thing is that they usually defecate in the trees, and their feces fall to the ground and are everywhere. This makes their courtship area muddy, and they are very prone to falling down, like this."

The controlled trainee suddenly stiffened, then fell face down in a tiger-like tumble, making intimate contact with the ground.