Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Ah, could it be that the Claws of Velimuro were all made using my knowledge of necromancy research?

Lyle leaned closer to examine the enormous, jewel-like claws.

"No! The bones were created using a ritual I performed, but what is this meat?!"

"How could flesh and blood possess the characteristics of a soul at the same time! Spirit and flesh? Such an existence that violates the science of spirit possession was not created by me. Who among you designed such a brilliant idea?"

"With this ability, the creator will definitely become a master of the Flesh and Blood Spirit School; it's practically the ability of a god of flesh and blood."

The members of the Necromancer Figure Club looked at each other.

Shining raised her hand.

"Boss, these are raw materials from your office. We thought they were the soul and flesh you created."

"I took it from my office?" Lyle frowned. "I don't remember that."

Lyle stared intently at the black flesh writhing in the crevices, lost in thought.

This thing? It looks familiar.

Nia snorted, then emerged from behind Lyle, angrily waving her fist.

"You're so mean! So you stole Nia's cheese! And you used Nia's food to do experiments! You're all big bad guys!"

"???"

The wriggling, special flesh and blood possessing the characteristics of a soul, the divine flesh in the field of necromancy, is it Nia's cheese?

Chapter 375 Who's Scheming Against Me?

Hidden in the crevices of the bones, filling the claws of Velimuro, the writhing black flesh, carrying an ominous aura that makes living beings flee, twists restlessly, and you can even see your own distorted illusion of maniacal laughter on its filthy surface.

Is this strange thing Nia's snack cheese?

"Are you sure, Nia? If it's true, I'm afraid I'll have to file a complaint with the Executive Committee about Andrei's food safety issues."

Nia straightened her upper body and squeezed into the gaps between the giant claws, as if entering the lair of a flesh-and-blood monster. Nia picked up a tentacle with the bony tips of her fingers. The tentacle, which had been writhing erratically, convulsed violently upon Nia's touch, finally turning into a pool of foul-smelling black slime. The black slime dissipated on Nia's dark red limbs, being absorbed by her skin.

“There’s no mistake, this is Nia’s cheese, the one Nia ate half of and forgot to deal with.” Nia’s hand stroked the claws of Velimro, and the tentacles that were touched seemed to have been drained of life, their movements becoming weak and listless. “That was dangerous. It grew this big in the blink of an eye. Luckily, it didn’t cause any big trouble.”

Nia returned to Lyle's shoulder, sneaking away in the shadows, and gently squeezed Lyle's shoulder. "Don't be angry, okay? Nia has already corrected herself, so your food can't be halved!"

Lyle found it a little funny; this girl had no idea what she had done and was completely fixated on the issue of eating.

Flesh and blood possessing soul power—though that soul power is mostly distorted—is still a miracle in spiritualism. If this black flesh and blood was originally that piece of cheese, then the transformation of matter into flesh and blood is not merely a transformation of blood and bone in spiritualism, but a much broader transformation into flesh and blood. This is simply a miracle of all things returning to flesh and blood.

Nia is an evil god. An evil god is probably beyond Lyle's expectations.

"Nia, what did you just do to these special flesh and blood?"

“I suppressed their corrupting power.”

"The power of corruption?"

Nia nodded. "Yes, yes, this is Nia's power. Anything Nia touches—everything she's eaten, touched, or controlled by her magic—will generate corrupting power, transforming into Nia's unique 'flesh.' If Nia doesn't extinguish it in time, this flesh-and-blood corruption will continue until... until everything is transformed. Because I promised you to keep things clean, Nia has always carefully collected her power, ensuring nothing is missed!"

Everything Nia touches is corrupted by flesh and blood. This is the power of the evil god.

A sense of fear, like brushing past the abyss, gripped Lyle's entire being. Ah, how lucky he was to have been accompanied by an evil god without being corrupted.

Wait, is that really true? Lyle looked at his hands.

"Nia, if your power can corrupt everything, then why am I unharmed? Have you been... protecting me all this time?"

To my surprise, Nia actually laughed.

"Hahahaha, the Plague Doctor is such an idiot. Nia is the Plague Doctor. How could our own power corrupt us? We are the source of corruption."

"..." Lyle took a deep breath, which meant that this flesh decay was... ineffective against him for the time being.

Lyle shifted his gaze back to Nia's flesh. The tentacles that had been suppressed from corruption were not dead; they remained in their original state, retaining both their twisted soul power and fleshy characteristics, only losing their ability to spread.

A strange sense of closeness arose within Lyle; he could feel a peculiar connection between himself and the enormous spinal wheel. Without much thought, Lyle reached out his hand.

Velimro's massive bone claws, without any magical interference, suddenly clenched, shattering the surrounding bone support structure.

Lyle can manipulate these black flesh and blood at will, as if they were his own limbs, without even needing magic to drive them, just with a thought.

“These are Nia’s flesh. The corrupting power has not disappeared; it has simply turned into dormant corrupting flesh buds. As her masters, we can certainly control them.”

Twisting, controlling. To corrupt everything, to rule everything, as if controlling one's own body—this is the instinct of a god.

Lyle exhaled, looked up, and gazed at Shining and the others.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, your attempt to take shortcuts has failed."

"As you can see, this black flesh and blood, although it can replace the delicate operation and power supply of the Soul Stone, will only be under my control. This is wrong. This giant spinal wheel belongs to everyone, and I have no reason to possess it."

Shining light made a sound in the silence.

"So, this forbidden creation that we painstakingly built can only be properly controlled by you, Plague Doctor, right?"

"Yes, if you want to make it public, you must collect flesh and soul stones to replace these special spiritual flesh."

“Isn’t that perfect? ​​As long as the Plague Doctor can use it, that’s enough.” The shimmering scales revealed a smile. “This enormous spinal wheel chariot is itself a surprise that the entire Necromancer Figurine Company prepared for the Plague Doctor.”

“Shining...you all…”

"With the Claw Bone Wheel, this is a gift, Plague Doctor. Thank you for your inspiration and spiritual example in the field of séance for all of us."

"We all express our gratitude for your academic support."

Lyle felt like he was about to cry. These heartless little devils actually had such good intentions. All his academic sharing and discussion had not been in vain.

Amidst the cheers and jeers of Shining and the others, Lyle laughed heartily and accepted this precious gift. It was undoubtedly a masterpiece from the Necromancer Figure Company, the pinnacle of their knowledge.

Lyle smiled and said goodbye to his members, feeling a little elated by the gifts he received.

"Come on, Nia, let's go check out the other clubs." Lyle, who had just received his new toy, immediately summoned the giant bone wheel. He couldn't wait to test drive it.

The massive bone wheel roared violently, hurtling into the distance along with Lyle's cheers.

Shining and the others stood there, smiling and waving goodbye, until there was no trace of Lyle's clothes left in their sight.

The smile on his face immediately twisted into a sly grin of triumph.

"The boss has already obtained our strongest 'chariot'." The gleaming scales and sinister smile were quite dazzling.

"And he successfully made him forget to inquire about the Hellfire exhibition match schedule." Manipulating his pointed chin, "I wonder how the Literature Club's follow-up work is going? I mean, are we really going to agree to 'that guy's' request? I can feel his malice towards Mr. Plague Doctor. Is it really a bad idea for us to do this?"

With a forced smile, he patted his brother on the back, extinguishing the last vestige of conscience that had sprouted within him.

“‘That guy’ is our biggest client, you know. Besides, he’s the Plague Doctor. His little bit of malice is nothing.”

"It's not even as much malice we have towards the head of the epidemic prevention team."

Chapter 376 The Development of Andrei's Culinary World

Lyle arrived at the culinary club's office. It was open, and even standing outside, you could feel the heat emanating from within, along with the other people lingering at the door. The Holy Light Culinary Club, currently the most popular emerging department, had already caught up with established academic departments in popularity, and this trend was even increasing. If it weren't for the club's strict restrictions on recruitment, it might already be the largest club in Andrei.

You can't enter through the main gate. The liches here hold money bags and eagerly await the food that will appear from behind the door. It's common for them to fight over the uneven distribution of food, but the liches maintain basic restraint because if the hungry flesh is damaged in a fight, it will take a long time to repair.

Fortunately, Lyle had special privileges.

Nia extended her tentacles, gliding along the stone wall before finally tapping three times on a brick covered in white mold.

"It's Nia!" The joy of about to taste the food was evident in her cheerful words.

The hidden door opened, and a lich dressed as a butler invited Lyle inside.

"Welcome, Child of Light."

Lyle is a permanent VIP of the Holy Light Culinary Society, and not just because of his relationship with Mr. Raymond. As the person Raymond cares about most in Andrei, Lyle would request Holy Light's top-tier chefs to satisfy Nia's personal cravings. Naturally, Lyle became the sole and largest source of Holy Light cuisine. Especially after the members of the Holy Light Culinary Society realized that the glowing shards in Nia's possession were top-tier dishes, the two sides made a deal.

Nia traded 10% of the glowing dishes for a perpetual, unlimited supply voucher for the Culinary Club.

The president of the Holy Light Culinary Club is Mr. Cook, who was the first guy to express his demands to Mr. Raymond during the Lich Bane, and was slapped against the wall. Now, he is the head chef here.

As the chef with the best chance of awakening the glowing cuisine, Mr. Cook is in charge of cooking all of Nia's food and has a fairly good relationship with Lyle.

"Mr. Cook, how's your culinary club doing lately?"

“Very busy,” Cook’s roar echoed amidst the crackling of ingredients. Through the ice wall, Lyle could feel the heat. “The Culinary Club is a new club. We are liches, with endless energy for cooking. However, there are too many hungry lads, and most of the liches are lazy eaters who don’t cook. Even if we raise the price of our dishes to hundreds of times the cost, they are still willing to wait outside the door.”

"That sounds very fulfilling."

"Cooking skills are not something that can be improved by simply increasing quantity, although the principle of practice makes perfect can be applied in many situations. Our ability to grow into a master chef in a short period of time is also inseparable from the timeless nature of cooking."

"Wait, could there really be a skill level exam for top-level chefs here?"

Mr. Cook came over with the prepared dishes.

“Andrei doesn’t have it, but the City of Wanderers does. As members of the Holy Light Culinary Society, we have already completed the highest-level chef qualification exams for races such as elves, dwarves, humans, and demons. In fact, this ‘Lava Magic Cake’ is a fusion of dwarven and demon cuisines, with a strong flavor.”

"The City of Wanderings gave us diplomas, diplomas for master chefs."

“But you’re still not satisfied.” Lyle was enjoying what could be described as royal-level cuisine, so excellent, but Mr. Cook himself looked dissatisfied.

“Anyone who can’t cook glowing food deserves to be called a master chef!” Mr. Cook scratched the chef’s hat on his skull until it deformed, then let go. “It’s not just me, we’ve all hit a bottleneck. Endless practice has made us the best chefs of our respective races. We can make those old chefs feel ashamed and embarrassed, but we still have no clue about glowing food.”

"Lord Raymond! He is absolutely a culinary god!" Mr. Cook once again expressed his respect for the Holy Light Chef.

“We’ve tried many times, but nothing has worked.”

"You've come into contact with the Holy Light?" Lyle was very curious. Was a Holy Light lich about to be born?

“I dream of converting to the Holy Light for the sake of cooking, but unfortunately, the Holy Light ignores my calls.”

"Nonsense, if I could summon the Holy Light just to cook, I'd truly be a child of the Holy Light," Lyle thought to himself.

“I am very worried, Child of Light. The long period of confusion has caused a split in my group, and some members have fallen into evil ways.”

"evil ways?"

“Some members gave up on improving their culinary skills and instead studied some unorthodox methods. They wanted to replicate the appearance of glowing dishes and achieve the effect of glowing dishes through some means.”

"for example……"

"By adding various luminescent dyes to food, phosphorescent bone powder achieves a luminescent effect. Alternatively, by selecting hallucinogenic ingredients that are destructive to the taste buds, diners can experience an abnormal sense of satisfaction."